Mio Cardinale...Mio Cadinale, Perché? [Ghost fic]

[Title translation: my cardinal...my cardinal, why?] (Cover is by plasticlamb on Instagram!)

Copia was a smart, well rounded man. He always worked hard in life. And those harsh days will soon come in favor for him. A long awaited, well deserved, destiny was bestowed on him after Terzo was executed.

The two were fond of each other. Ever sense Terzo was papa, the two had their days. They would laugh, cry, and even fight. Sometimes the fights would get too physical. Terzo was always the abusive one. Copia, on the receiving end would have to hide the bruises and scratches he gained from their fights.

Over the years, their friendship has grown thin. And is only hanging on by a thread. When Terzo has to go on tour, that is when it officially breaks. Copia was left with a broken body while Terzo was just fine.

While Terzo was on tour, copia summons ghouls to help him. And to stay by his side some days. The ghouls listened to his stories about the papa. Oh how they resented and hated him for causing such pain on their cardinal. The ghouls and ghoulettes did their best to make him feel like himself again. And it worked. They even put a devilish idea in his mind.

That mear thought became a reality the day Terzo was dragged off stage. How will Copia get his revenge? Will he be satisfied?

After the death of papa, he was forced into the role two years later. The guilt slowly catching up with him as he began making albums and songs for the band. That guilt will fade as soon as the fans start to give him life. He loves the role he has now, the rightful amount of respect. It's everything he could've asked for.

He never wants it to end. But everything has to come to an end...when the summer dies...