An Angel in human form gets kidnapped and brought to the Ministry by a group of drunk Ghouls. Papa Emeritous III is summoned to solve the delicate situation and avoid a diplomatic incident with God, but things take an interesting turn. ** Terzo finally found a cassock, unsure if it was his, and did his best to put it on while rummaging around for other items that would lend him some credibility. He spotted a Pallium on a chair and quickly grabbed it before heading to the door. "Siste-" Sister Imperator stood there, in front of the door, accompanied by a group of Ghouls and sisters. "Whoa, someone really fucked up," he muttered, still unable to open his eyes properly. He reached for his emergency shades that he kept near the door. "I hope it wasn't me."

(Terzo x Sodo x Reader) Against your better judgment, you take on a portrait commission with suspicious beginnings. You are an atheist thrust into the world of Satanism as you meet and paint for the earth's most charming antipope. Will you walk away with your worldview untainted? Or will your little chats with Papa Emeritus the Third leave you changed forever? And what of his ghouls~? -Who is that in your motel window your first night in town? This fic likes cheeky banter, discourse and character driven plot. It's an extremely slow burn featuring Ghost BC 's Papa Terzo, Dewdrop and a little Swiss. Reader is Afab non-binary and isn't described~

18+ This is Ghouls x each other and Y/Ns I TAKE RECOMMENDATIONS

I only write for male or gender neutral readers, so request with that in mind:)