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HI there Ghesties!!!

I know it's been another long one since I posted, but your girl has soooooo much on her plate right now.

it's been really hard to find time to do my stories justice and I don't wanna just give you guys anything that I am not happy with.

So, thank you all for being so patient with me and I am back with some Hunter's Moon celebrations with our beloved Secondo x OC Marcus content for the lovely @ashley-ghuleh

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The Hell Torn Heart

After a recurring dream leaves Marcus, a half-demon/half-hellhound, dealing with the ghosts of his troubled past and visions of a place he has never been. He is unexpectedly thrust into an unknown world. Guided by a mysterious couple to the Ministry, surrounded by ghouls and siblings of sin. The once outcast struggles with what haunts him and learning to find himself—until he meets Secondo.

Chapter 5: Hunter's Moon

Also available HERE on AO3! Haven’t started yet? Read from the beginning HERE!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

The sound of the ice clinking in the glass filled the otherwise hollow of the room. Secondo sat sullen at his desk, pulling out his bottom drawer and retrieving an old, leather-bound ledger. A group photo tucked inconspicuously inside. Between the faded and tattered pages—a totem of times long passed.

He sat back against his chair, looking down at the old Polaroid held in his right glove. Recognizing the handwriting of his elder brother—Samhain celebration. The year written now faded into a smear of ink. With only the faint hint of 19 still visible.

It was bittersweet now to look at it. More bitter than sweet if Secondo was being honest. A group of clergymen, all much younger than they were now, dressed in their best robes for the autumnal festivities. Primo, Secondo, Terzo, and even Nihil all in attendance, but it was the man standing just beside Secondo that held his attention. The man that held that bitter taste that lingered in Secondo’s mouth. James, his once good friend and colleague—Marcus’s father.

He had been sitting with the knowledge of Marcus's lineage for weeks. Holding in close to the chest while he waited for the right time to reveal it to his brothers. Debating to himself on whether or not Marcus would be safe if he chose to reveal it to the whole of the Ministry. After all he wasn’t the only one who James had betrayed.

Staring at them in the picture. The perfect portrait of gluttonous fools who were high and mighty in both their lust for power and pursuit of sin. Each of them at one time like brothers to one another. Even James who at one time even Nihil considered a “son”.

The pain of his betrayal still ached deep inside Secondo. A thought he had worked hard to push deep in the recesses of his mind. Finally, he became sick of looking at it. Crumbling up the photo in his hand and tossing in the dusty forgotten corner of the room.

“Satana, potrebbe davvero provare a tornare?” he whispered to himself before finishing up the watered-down spirits in his glass. Just as he resigned to moving on with his work, there came a knock at the door. Secondo letting out a deep sigh as he called them in. His brothers just on time.

“Fratello. You asked to see us.” Primo said, stepping into the office. Head held high and prideful as expected. He was always such a source of knowledge and reassurance for Secondo. Having practically raised both him and Terzo for their entire childhood, Primo was a father figure unlike anything Nihil could ever be.

“That I did, thank you for coming. I know it's a busy afternoon for us all.” he acknowledged watching as Terzo came following shortly behind. Secondo’s head had already begun to pound. Rubbing at his temples before motioning for his brothers to take a seat—they had much to discuss.

“What's this about? You know I'm missing confessional for this.” Terzo huffed, slouching down in his chair like a petulant teenager who had convinced himself he had better things to do with his time. His annoying, although all too predictable behavior, sending Secondo and Primo’s eyes both rolling in their skulls. Knowing that the only reason Terzo would be miffed at missing his duties at the confessional, was because he was planning on spending the day fucking inside it.

“There is a situation that has been brought to my attention and I think you all should know.” Secondo began, his eyes traveling over to the crumpled-up photo. Terzo, noting it. Hopping up from his chair to retrieve it, unwrinkled it to see the daunting image staring back at them.

“It's…” he began, his mind flashing back to the night of James’s uprising. A night that his head was inches away from being served on a platter. Handing over the photo to Primo for him to see. The air in the room turned ominous as they all sat in a moment of silence.

“He is Marcus's father.” Secondo admitted, breaking the quiet between them. Both Primo and Terzo's eyes widened at the news.

“Oh cazzo. You have to be fucking joking.” Terzo sighed, taking a seat on the edge of Secondo's desk. Primo allowed himself to slowly sink back into his chair. The audible sounds of his bones and joints settling filling the space between them.

“Are you sure?” He asked him, even though he knew that Secondo would not be the one to joke about such a thing. Understanding that for Secondo, it was especially devastating, if their new resident Hellhound and his brother’s unsung lover was the spawn of one of the Ministry’s, and the Emeritus line’s, greatest adversaries.

“I'm sure. He told me himself. Seems that he finally managed to summon a Hellhound of his own.” Secondo explained, exhaling hard with his words.

“More like found her, knocked her up, and took advantage of her, it sounds like.” Terzo hissed.

“Do you think he knows? Is war on the horizon for us?” Primo asked, worried that Marcus's appearance at their Abbey had been no coincidence.

“You don’t expect James to just come strolling back, do you?” Terzo asked.

“If he is being used to infiltrate us, I can assure you, he knows nothing of it.” Secondo groaned, realizing what Primo was implying. It was certainly something he himself had considered in the beginning. From the moment Marcus told him, there was always the fear in his mind that they were being set up. However, he couldn’t bring himself to think Marcus was involved.

His feelings for the wayward dog were growing stronger with each passing day. Though he had yet to fully admit it to anyone. Maybe Marcus was trying to get close to him in order to give his father the upper hand. It would be his former best friend who would be most devastated to be betrayed once more by him again. He just couldn't bear to think it—something told him Marcus was genuine.

“Aware or not…this spells trouble. We need to talk to him, find out more…”

“In time Terzo, I don’t think it would be wise to bring it up before the celebrations. Maybe after—until then we will need to keep our eyes open and our ears to the ground. I suggest we notify the clergy of possible threats and have the ghouls keep a keen eye out until we know more.”

“I agree, no need to ruin the Hunter's Moon Hunt over sheer speculation.” Primo began, rising up from the chair so that he and Terzo could get things settled, “but fratello, make no mistake, we have to do something soon.”

“Agreed.” Secondo nodded as they headed out the door.

The night sky was illuminated with brilliant shades of indigo, amber, and vermillion. The sun, having begun to set as the Hunter’s Moon hung high in the above. The enchantment, circling the grounds, emanating a haunting, green light. It had become something of a sport for the Abbey to celebrate this night. The night of the Hunter’s Moon—a time honored tradition.

It started as a celebration of the feral nature of all Hell beasts. A time when their powers would be at their utmost capacity. Usurping the otherwise willfulness of them to be tamed—to follow commands. Now it had now become an opportunity for bets placed and gleeful indulgence. Everyone, excited to see who would be caught and when.

The ghouls would be “hunted”—chased down and caught once again by their prospective Papas. The evenings celebrations, all culminating in a night of sin, power, and depending on the relationship between them, carnal desires and lust. The entirety of the Abbey, benefiting from the Hellish impulses and debauchery the night created. A perfect and proper display of their faithfulness of sin, meant to please Lucifer himself. And tonight, Marcus would officially join the pack.

Far down in the bowels of the Abbey, the dungeons were filled with ghouls. All of them snapping and snarling as they waited for Sister Imperator's command for the gates to be open. Releasing them onto the grounds while Primo, Secondo, and Terzo awaited them. Cardinal Copia, along with Aether and Dew and the rest of the newly summoned ghouls watching in awe. Their time to come once Copia would be allowed to ascend. Leaving them for now to be delighted spectators to the night's events.

“Well now.” Primo remarked, noting the list of ghouls taking place in the hunt. “I see that although Copia brought him in, Sister is allowing the Hellhound to run for you huh fratello.” he finished, smirking at Secondo. The three Emeritus sons already prepared to take off on horseback after their ghouls. Like an old English foxhunt, ready to capture their prey.

“I think we all know why.” Terzo jabbed back, “...seems the old man has grown quite smitten with the puppy.”

“Ah…non riferirti a lui in quel modo.” Primo chided, worried about Terzo's lack of decorum towards their brother’s new charge.

“It is alright Primo. It's a term of endearment...I think.” Secondo winked, knowing that the ghouls too called Marcus, “puppy”. A friendly nickname given to the new guy who they had only ever accepted as their own.

“Whatever you say then fratello.” Primo nodded as Aether, Dew, Copia, and Sister Imperator approached them. The mass of siblings, clergy, and remaining ghouls, all filing in on the back courtyard as they waited.

The sound of anxious hoofs, shifting around on the old stone pavement echoed in the cold autumn night. Secondo exhaled as he waited patiently, his breath just visible in the air. All of them all bundled in their winter vestments. The hint of pinkened noses noted just beneath the brother’s papal paints.

“Well now, have we all placed our bets?” Copia asked, smiling with his ledger and quill ready in hand. He was honored to be serving as unofficial bookie for the event. The Ministry, choosing to “look the other way” at the betting practice. It was a position that had long since been held by the Ministry treasurer. Which at this time, and for many years now, had just so happened to be the Cardinal.

“We all know who's getting caught first.” Terzo chuckled, popping his neck from side to side, ready to ride.

“That's because the two of you just want to fuck each other's brains out… no respect for the sport of it.” Primo scoffed. It was always Omega, Terzo’s ghoul and lover, that was caught first. The two of them barely able to contain themselves long enough before they would spend the evening entangled with one another, and usually a very willing sister, deep in the western wood. Showing more appreciation for lustful endeavors than they ever did for the Hunter's Moon celebration itself.

“Pff.” Terzo shrugged, smirking once more as he still knew it was true. The youngest Emeritus son winking to Sister Jillian who stood amongst the crowd. The obvious choice for their lascivious plans with her ample bosom and bedroom eyes.

With Omega surely on his way to being “caught” first, it was more exciting to see who would be caught last—the one to hold out the longest. Would it be one of Primo or Secondo's ghouls? Would Marcus even have a chance of out running Secondo? Only the night would tell.

“Ok last call for bets!” Copia announced as he finished up inscribing the last bit of guesses from the siblings and, although she was officially not supposed to, Sister Imperator. Who had discreetly managed to slip Aether a 20.

“My money's on the dog." she winked. Aether, chuckling to himself as he quickly took the bill from her and made his way over to Copia.

“Best betting pool the Abbey has seen in decades.” Father Jim delighted as he Copia and Dew stood at the bottom of the steps in the courtyard. Aether approached them, sending a wink to Copia as he handed him the money. Nodding in Sister’s direction as Copia immediately caught on. Jotting down her initials in the ledger.

“Sí, Mammon would certainly be proud.” Copia said, nodding as well back towards her.

Marcus was absolutely feral. Teeth bared as drool rolled from within his mouth. His full Hellhound visage on display. Staying true in form along with all the ghouls around him. Their usual glamours, falling to the wayside as they all roared, hissed, and growled. Ready for the indication that the hunt had begun. Releasing them from their hold within the dungeons.

“That old man better be ready” he growled. Pacing back and forth along the dirt floor.

“Don’t get too cocky, Cucciolo. That old man is one of the best I have ever seen.” Earth snapped. Playfully nipping at Marcus like they were a pair of hyper littermates. Playing with one another to prepare for the hunt. Marcus’s tail, wagging with excitement as he waited anxiously for things to begin.

Then it happened, the shot rang out from Sister Imperator’s gilded pistol and the gates lifted. Unleashing them onto the Abbey grounds. Taking off full force into the woods beyond them. Only moments could they hear Sister Imperators voice on the megaphone.

“Let the Hunter’s Moon Hunt begin!” she called, allowing the Papas now to take off after them. Following them deep into the woods to be tracked and caught. Marcus began panting and howling as he ran. Deeper and deeper into these woods he had only recently come to know. Still a novice as he allowed his wild nature to take over—guide him on his way.

He had never felt so alive. The cold wind, flowing through his hair as he ran. The light of the moon, highlighting his silhouette in an eerie reddened hue. Marcus, feeling his true power. What it really meant to be a Hellhound for the first time in his life. Unabashed, wild—free.

I don’t care what the others might say. The old man will never catch me, he thought. Reveling in this newfound freedom. Losing himself as he began frolicking, prancing, and running. Paying little attention as each of the Papas managed to capture a ghoul or two around him.

Marcus didn’t care. He was thrilled to remain uncaught. Feeling smug with his ability to evade his would-be captor. Feeling confident enough in his lead to stop. Hollowing up at the orange devil in the sky. Barking and running in circles when he heard the faint snap of a twig from behind him. It was Secondo, jumping down off his horse to pursue him on foot. The “old man was surprisingly fast for his age.

“You will only get so far, Cucciolo! My track record is perfect.” Secondo yelled into the woods, only seeing a small speck of his target running in front of him.

“Sure, old man, we'll see about that!” Marcus snarked, tongue hanging from his mouth as he panted his way up a hill.

A group of ghouls; Water, Earth, Alpha, and some of the others joined him on each side. All of them happily ran beside him. Stopping again for only a moment together to howl at the moon.

“Gotcha!” Terzo beamed, snagging up Omega swiftly and with ease. The big ghoul, who had shockingly held out longer than expected, melted into his Papa's touch as they kissed against a tree. Marcus couldn’t help but blush at their fervidness and passion. Wondering if he would allow himself to be caught. If only just to have Secondo once more in his arms, his mouth—.

Back at the Abbey’s courtyard, the crowd waited for the return of the ghouls and Marcus. Primo proudly had caught all of his ghouls in record time. Terzo was still, as expected, in the middle of the woods with Omega. Sister Jillian, now suspiciously missing from the rest of the group. Secondo too had managed to retrieve everyone—everyone except Marcus.

“Cucciolo! Torna qui, piccolo stronzo!” Secondo yelled out. The whole of the Abbey listened as he spouted his frustrations in strings of profane Italiano. His boisterous rant pouring over the wind scorched trees and echoing towards them. The lot of them, amused at his vexation.

Secondo couldn’t care less what they thought. Still hoping to get the jump on his new pet. The young Hellhound, however, was proving to be more of a challenge than he'd imagined. Feeling the age difference between them in a way he never had before.

“How long should we let this go on?” Copia asked, struggling to hold back his own amusement. Watching as Marcus managed to evade Secondo's every move. His tail wagging behind him as Marcus did everything he could to mess with him. The siblings, clergy, and the rest of the ghouls all became dizzy as they watched Marcus running in circles around one another.

“Just a bit longer….one of them will fall out.” Sister Imperator hummed, satisfied with the turn of events. Reaching back to grab her lump sum of winnings from behind her from Aether as she smirked.

“When this is over I am never letting you off the leash again.” Secondo hissed. Angrily tapping the wrapped-up leash between his hands as he saw Marcus along the precipice of the woods.

“Is that so?” Marcus grinned, running back inside. Secondo gritted his teeth. He needed to catch his willful pup, lest he’d never hear the end of the ribbing from his brothers. He yanked back on the reins, tapping his horse.

“Yah!” Secondo yelled, the horse taking off fast after Marcus. The sound of its hoofs, loud in Secondo’s ears. Gaining on Marcus quickly. Delighted that he finally seemed to be slowing down.

“Oh fuck!” Marcus yelped, looking over his shoulder to see Secondo following closely behind. He continued to run, flying past the blur of trees and brush. Secondo, still maintaining a close distance behind him when suddenly the sound of hoofs stopped. Marcus halting in his position and slowly turning around.

Sniffing the air around him for Secondo’s scent. The air, so muddied with the scent of all the rest of the ghouls and the Papas, including Secondo, that it was almost impossible to discern him. Marcus, panting hard as he frantically searched his surroundings for a sign of movement. His ears piqued to any noise from within the trees. Reverting to his human form, wiped from all his expended energy.

“Gotcha!” Secondo proclaimed, snatching Marcus up by his collar and throwing him up against an old corkwood tree. Marcus, turning to face him as their mouths came crashing together like ferocious waves. Tasting, needing—desperate for one another.

“I need you.” Marcus moaned. As Secondo began undoing his belt. Marcus naked as the day he was born in the chilling air. The heat between them, keeping him warm.

“I need you too.” Secondo groaned as he freed his hard cock from his pants. Leaking and throbbing with his intentions. Marcus practically salivating at the sight of him.

“Then take me.” Marcus purred, turning around to rub his ass against the swelling of him.

“I will do with you as I please.” Secondo hissed, attaching the leach to Marcus’s collar as he licked his lips. Sinking his own teeth into his young lover's shoulder—asserting himself as the dominant one between them.

“Ah fuck.” Marcus mewled. Secondo, already nudging his cock against the tightly ribbed opening. Using his hand to smear the wealth of precum along his shaft. Easing his swift gliding straight into Marcus’s ass.

“Make no mistake. You belong to me now.” Secondo groaned as he began fucking him. His cock, quickly spreading out his hole to house him deep inside. Withdrawing back only to slam harder and deeper inside him.

“Mmm…yes Papa….” Marcus moaned, bending further forward. His new position, allowing Secondo deeper inside.

“Such a good pet you are, taking my cock so well. I’ve dreamt of this moment.”

“Mmm...Secondo…ah! Fuck me too.” Marcus cried out as Secondo reached around to take Marcus's cock in his still gloved hand. The cool leather slick from Secondo’s cum along Marcus’s shaft.

“That's right you little mutt, cum for your Papa. Cum in my hand while I cum in your ass.” Secondo demanded as he yanked back on Marcus’s leash once more. Railing him into complete submission. The sounds of his lap pounding against Marcus’s ass surely heard all the way back at the Abbey.

“Oh yes! Yes!” Marcus called out, tears streaming down his face with the mix of pain and pleasure. Secondo, buried deep in his asshole. Practically impaling him on him, pressing hard along his weak spot. Marcus, quickly cumming all over Secondo’s hand. Face bright red and eyes almost crossed as he burst in his hand.

Soon Secondo too couldn’t help but cum. Thrusting and pounding harder and harder until the warm liquid from Marcus’s orgasm ran over his wrist. The feel of it sending him over as he slammed Marcus’s ass down hard against his lap. Pouring ropes of cum deep in the back of him.

When it was all said and done, they both laid spent on the ground. Breathing, slowly settling as Marcus laid his hand against Secondo’s warm chest. His Papa, wrapping them both in his vestments as best he could. The cold, now beginning to settle in as the sweat from their efforts evaporated from their skin.

“You were amazing tonight.” Secondo hummed.

“Really?” Marcus asked, a bit surprised that Secondo was so impressed with him. Both of them, still reveling in descent from their orgasms.

“Truly. Everyone else had been caught tonight before you. You should be proud, Cucciolo.” Secondo explained. Marcus felt warm inside. Proud of himself for his efforts but completely enamored with Secondo that the victory paled in comparison.

“Thank you.” was all he could muster. Secondo, pulling out a cigarillo to puff on before they’d head back in.

“You’re welcome.” Secondo began when the post-coital reality began to set in. There was still so much to learn about Marcus—and if he truly knew about his father. Secondo knew he would have to tell him, but tonight was certainly not the night. For now, he would enjoy this moment between them—a rare moment of happiness.

“Happy first Hunter’s Moon.” Marcus smiled in his adorable naive, but charming tone.

“Happy Hunter’s Moon.”

Notes: Satana, potrebbe davvero provare a tornare?- Satan, could he really be trying to come back? non riferirti a lui in quel modo.-do not refer to him like that. Cucciolo-Puppy torna qui, piccolo stronzo- come back here you little shit.

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Totally just tucking her in~ What a sweetie pie 🖤🖤

Kentaro Miura ????

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ashley-ghuleh · 4 months

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When your the scary dog for the scary dog privilege but your also very fragile 🤣😭

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ashley-ghuleh · 4 months

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I'm literally in love~ Once again just beautiful 🖤

Good afternoon ghesties!

After a much-appreciated break over the holidays I am proud to have ready for you all to enjoy for the next installment of, The Hell Torn Heart featuring Secondo and @ashley-ghuleh OC Marcus!

Thank you so much for letting me bring Marcus to life! Hope you all enjoy!

Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!

💗 Special thanks to @gothdaddyissues for the beautiful dividers!

The Hell Torn Heart

Chapter 3: Coming Home

Also available HERE on AO3! Haven’t started yet? Read from the beginning HERE!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

Marcus couldn't remember much about the trip. Nothing but a blur of countryside and endless winding roads as the tour bus took them deep into the middle of nowhere. It surprised him at first that the Abbey, which hosted a world-renowned metal band, would be nestled deep into the Italian countryside. Not set in the middle of a posh, affluent city—surrounded by decadence and opulent affairs.

No that would be too obvious, he thought to himself. It seemed that, by all account, things needed a bit more privacy and discretion than that. Knowing now that the band consisted of Hell spawn such as himself, it was probably for the best that they weren’t as easy to find as an Aldi or an Edeka. That a remote location would afford them the ability to thrive away from prying, righteous eyes.

It was hours and hours later when Marcus, lost in his own thoughts, realized that they had reached an iron entry gate. Ominous and tall as they loomed over them. It looked as if it were centuries old. Laden with rust and crawling with ivy throughout the frame.

“Ah…finally home... uh!” Copia sighed before jolting upwards. Thrilled to be home, but less so by the rough and bumpy ride along the gravel drive leading to the front of the Abbey. Marcus stared out of the window, his eyes glazed over in astonishment and his heart pounding away. Barely able to contain the impulses of his anxiety.

“Ist das echt? Sehe ich das wirklich?” he asked, his glamour glitching out on him as he scattered about in the cabin. Taking in the surroundings as they pulled up to the front door.

“It is Marcus, we’re finally here.” Aether smiled, Cumulus letting out a yawn as she stretched alongside him on the sofa. Tail swaying happily beside her, having realized they arrived at home.

It was otherworldly and haunting. The grounds, the foliage, the building. All of it as if it were ripped from the elaborate images inside his dream. Marcus rubbed his eyes, smudging the eyeliner along his waterline as he tried to make sure he was really awake.

“It's—It's uncanny.” he muttered under his breath, Aether standing up and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“What is?” the ghoul asked him as the others began gathering up a few of the bags from the overhead bins.

“I—I have seen this before. This place. In my dreams.” Marcus confessed, his eyes never leaving the window. Fixated on the Abbey, just as grand and foreboding as it was in his subconscious.

“Then it should be clear to you that you are meant to be here with us piccolo, now let’s get off this glorified Sardine can.” Copia laughed as they all started making their way off the bus.

As they funneled into the front door. The activity inside was in full swing, the siblings and ghouls alike going about their business. Though he was immediately in awe of it, Marcus felt too good to be true. Before now it would have been unfathomable to have ghouls and humans coexisting without the guise of glamours. At the Ministry however this was normalcy—expected.

No one batted an eye at his glamour. No matter how much it had begun to fade in and out as they walked. A few of the Abbey inhabitants even stopped to welcome Copia and the ghouls back home. Happily smiling away at Marcus without a second thought as they made their way down the main hall.

Maybe here he would find the solace he so desperately sought throughout his whole life. As travel down the hall, a trek that felt endless, Marcus’s eyes took it all in. The walls were lined in rows of cathedral style-stained glass and paintings, consisting of all manner of Hellish imagery. Their scenes hung carefully between the doors—doors that led to unknown rooms of which Marcus already longed to see. He was especially impressed by the grand staircase, flanked by a statue of Lucifer and Lilith, leading to the Papal offices and the even more decadent—Papal suites.

As he marveled away at the beautiful architecture and impressive adornments, they reached their destination. A large pair of oak doors facing them as Copia knocked away. Though Marcus had no idea, it was this moment where things for him would take a permanent turn. Beginning with the sound of a stern sounding feminine voice, calling from inside.

“Come in.” she said. Cardinal Copia, gently opening up the door to a massive office. A woman of later years sat, prim and proper in a large red baroque-style chair. Her hair pulled back tightly into a bun and her desk surrounded by parchment filled shelves and antique tapestries. Perking up her eyebrow at them as they approached her desk.

“Good afternoon, Sister.” Copia began, the woman acknowledging him with a nod. “I apologize we did not tell you sooner that we would be arriving today, but as you can see, we had some unexpected business to attend to.” the Cardinal finished, motioning to Marcus as he stood still in the doorway.

“That I see, a ghoul, is he? Wait no… a spawn of Cerberus. My… it has been quite some time since the Ministry has hosted a Hellhound.”

“Only half.” Marcus interjected; the words just noticeable as Imperator continued on.

“What is your name child?” She asked, lifting up the glasses that had slipped down her nose.

“Marcus, Marcus Kohle.” he responded, trying to puff up his chest and control his shifting glamour, which seemed to be getting harder to maintain since he had arrived.

“Well Marcus, welcome to the Ministry. I am Sister Imperator—I am the Abbess here. You will do well to follow my orders. Is that understood?” she inquired. Marcus was already both impressed and annoyed by her. The woman was clearly in charge for a reason, and it seemed better that he heed her warning then oppose it—at least for now.

“Understood Sister.” he agreed. The Sister stood up from her desk and walked over to the filing cabinet that sat just to the right of her closet door. Grabbing an black envelope from inside, embossed with a golden Grucifix on its front, and handing it over to Marcus.

“Inside this you will have some introductory information we provide to all the Hell spawn inhabitants. Though you have arrived somewhat unconventional from most, I feel this will still be of some help. Also, Aether, see to it that Mr. Kohle gets acquainted with everyone. I would like it if you can spend the rest of the day showing him around. Help him to familiarize himself with his new home.

Home…I’m home, Marcus thought. Elated to hear the Sister refer to the Abbey as such. Finally, a place where he might find himself. Find out who he was meant to be.

“Not a problem… hey maybe someday you’ll even get to be in the band.” Aether said, nudging Marcus at his side. The two, taking a moment to chuckle to themselves as Copia and Sister Imperator finished up their ministrations. Aether, excited to take him for the tour of the Abbey.

As they began to leave Imperator’s office, Aether could sense Marcus felt uneasy. He was still trying to get accustomed to it all. Having spent his whole life hiding behind his glamour, it felt weird to be in a place where it wasn’t necessary. A place where his true self could be revealed without prejudice.

“What’s wrong Marcus?”

“It’s just…” Marcus began, his glamour shifting in and out. Aether figured it out, pressing his lips into a soft, understanding smile.

“It’s alright. You can keep the glamour on as long as you need man. No judgment here. I promise.” The ghoul assured him, a sentiment that seemed to allow Marcus to carry on.

The rest of the afternoon consisted of Aether telling Marcus everything he knew about the Ministry and the ways of the Abbey. It surprised Marcus to learn that Aether was new too, well relatively. Aether explained about the Papas, serving as the dark representatives on Earth for Lucifer himself and how it was the duty of all Hell spawn within the Ministry to be in their service. That more often than not the ghouls were summoned directly by the Papas themselves.

He learned about the siblings and their roles too. They were also subordinates of the Papas and the Ministry, but unlike the ghouls they arrived at the Abbey of their own accord. Choosing a life of sin, to give their lives over in service of Satan. It was then that Marcus's initial optimistic view of his new “home” began to wane. Wondering to himself the ghouls were more slaves than companions. Aether quickly dispelled the idea, letting Marcus know that they are sent by Lucifer himself to serve and that the ghouls take to the task willingly.

Aether had shown him all the essential spots: the chapel, the grand hall, the refectory, and the Clergy offices. Explaining to Marcus that the ghouls and other infernals as well as the siblings were only allowed inside the offices if requested by the Clergy themselves. All of the explanations and endless coordinators overwhelmed Marcus. Aether must have sensed it when he stopped mid-sentence to inquire how his new friend was feeling.

“And then at the end of the hall here is the—hey you doing ok there?” he asked. Marcus nodded in response, unsure of how to explain. It started to feel like too much and too quick, he felt like it was hard to breathe. To his relief, Aether decided now was as good a time as any to take a bit of reprieve.

Aether had introduced him to a number of siblings and other ghouls while they took a moment to feel the fresh air on their skin Relaxing on the bench outside in the courtyard while Marcus could catch his metaphorical breath. He could tell Aether was trying to help but being with the others only made Marcus more anxious. Worsened when he overheard one of them call him, catulus. A term of endearment for puppy. Placed on him by the Ghost crew while on the bus, somehow didn’t sit right coming people he hardly knew.

It was clear to Marcus, though completely untrue, that he wasn’t human enough for the humans and wasn’t feral enough for the ghouls. A precarious position to be in, Marcus thought. Worried that while he had been promised “home”, once again he felt as though he might not fit in. Beginning to wonder if he ever would. The feeling only made worse when Aether showed him how to reach both the sibling’s quarters and the ghoul’s den.

“...and up here is the ghoul’s den and to the left is the sibling’s quarters. You can decide for yourself which best fits you. Though the ghouls and I would love to have you retain residence in the den. We are a pretty crazy group, but also the best bunch of people you’ll ever know.” Aether smiled.

“I suppose that will be fine.” Marcus told him, deciding it best to stick with the familiarity of Aether and Cumulus, instead of trying to find new friends right away within the siblings.

“Well alright then, let's get to the real fun. You haven’t seen the lower level yet.” Aether smirked, a sly, mischievous grin.

“What’s down there?”

“Well, the dungeons—you know torture chambers and the summoning room.” he explained as they made their way to the set of stone steps that coiled into the lower level of the Abbey. The walls, unlike the extravagant ones above in the main hall, covered in moss and vine. The moist scent of decay and of smoke thick in their nostrils. While the little hairs on Marcus’s skin stood on edge as they descended the stairs.

“Ah, man that's ripe.” Marcus groaned, covering his sensitive nose.

“You’ll get used to it.” Aether laughed as they reached the torture chambers. They were mostly empty, only the residual of broken chains and the hint of an insidious history were left in them. Marcus was confused. It seemed that a Satanic Abbey would be littered in tortured souls to speak of.

“So do these not get used or what's the story here?” he asked.

“Well in his hay day Papa Primo used to frequent the torture chambers, only to terrorize those who deserved it mind you. That was long before my time here though and I hear it has been some time since he has been in them—and since they’ve been used in general.” Aether explained before attempting to continue on.

“What does Papa Primo do now?” Marcus inquired, genuinely curious as to what such a supposed evil, sadistic man who took pleasure in the torture of others did since he had abandoned these stomping grounds.

“Oh Primo, he is the sole Papa in charge of the Gardens. I will take you out there tomorrow when there's more light.” Aether explained, Marcus’s eyes widening in disbelief. Amazing that someone could pivot so vastly from torture to tulips. It was utterly amusing to the both of them as Aether and him laughed at the irony.

The last stop on the tour was the summoning room. For Marcus, this would be the most interesting part. Curious, from the moment he heard of it, to see a summoning in action. Aether was more than delighted to let him know that at that very moment one was in process.

The doors were closed as Marcus and Aether approached. The sounds of snapping and snarling coming from behind them. Red light pouring out over the threshold and into the passageway. Marcus could feel the blood racing through his veins, his pupils dilating as the doors opened—revealing the room to him.

The floor was covered in glistening obsidian. A pentagram carved into the stone, its shape emanating in a bright red light. The room was circular, unlike any other Marcus had been allowed to see. Flickering torches along the walls, walls lined with hooded figures that Marcus could discern were other ghouls from their scent.

At its center stood a man. Powerful and statuesque. Wearing robes of black and emerald, green as he chanted something in Latin. Smoke swirling around him and settling along the ground. The knife in his right hand, covered in blood, blood that spilled from the self-inflicted wound on his left. His face, painted as a skull—dark and mysterious like he was taunting death itself.

“Who is that?” he whispered to Aether. Marcus, feeling enthralled as he watched the ritual unfold before him. The feral ghoul, rising from the settled smoke that flooded the ground, bowing at the feet of the stoic man before him.

“That is the second Emeritus son, Papa Secondo.”

After the dinner, Marcus was left on his own. Copia and the band ghouls called back to Sister Imperator to discuss the next tour. His mind, still flooded with images of the summoning. Of that enigmatic man, calling to the bowels of Hell for the ghouls to rise. Their loyalty, given over to him without question.

The very sight of him had Marcus’s blood pumping, his breathing quickening, noted by the rapid rise and fall of his chest. It wasn’t often that his head was turned, but something about this Papa called to him. As he continued walking, his mind torn between his unease of fitting in, and his lustful thoughts, he heard sounds echoing within the corridor. Their origin, seemingly from beyond the impending corner.

Marcus slowly approached, peering around to find the Papa he had seen before. The one that had him practically drooling, now leaned against the wall. His chasuble flipped up and over shoulder and his arm, outstretched out and down upon the head of one of the sisters of sin. A sister who had her mouth around his pious cock. The Papa, gagging her as he forced her head down along his shaft.

Marcus could hardly believe what he was seeing—and hearing. The sister slurping away as he grunted and groaned, face fucking her hard and fast. Marcus had remembered reading in Sister Imperator’s pamphlet that sins were encouraged openly here. Lust, in particular, highly celebrated as long as all those involved were of age and had given enthusiastic consent.

Still, seeing the Papa in that moment, unabashed at his actions, in full view of anyone who might pass with this sister going down on him really sent the message home. It was certainly unexpected, Marcus standing here in silence a moment as his brain caught up with his eyes. Frozen as he watched, in both delight and jealousy, the sister with a mouthful of the clergyman. Swallowing back his endowment however, in Marcus’s humble opinion, with lackluster technique.

Marcus shook it off the initial shock of it. Deciding to, in true to himself form, make a flippant, wide crack before making his way back to the den. “That's what she calls giving head? Seems to me like you're wasting a good dick on some bad oral." he snarked, his hands held around his mouth to heighten the sound of his voice. Directing it down the hall at them before he quickly scampered away.

When Marcus reached the room Aether had set up, he quickly shut and locked the door behind him. With his mind still on Papa Secondo, Marcus ran his hand through his blue hair and down over his neck. Feeling the heat of the moment rising up inside him. His fingers, traveling down over his black tank top, over his chest and belly, before hovering just above the obvious swell in his jeans.

He made quick work of his buttons and zipper. Grateful to free his own cock from the confines of his pants. Leaking and throbbing with what he had just seen. Marcus took hold of himself, gently running his thumb over his swollen head. Gathering up some of his precum to lubricate his glide as he fucked upward into his hand.

He had completely lost himself in desire. Clouded in thoughts of Secondo's cock—The looks of it, the taste of it, the feel of it. Pressing his fingers along the underneath of his shaft as he bucked up into his fist. Stroking firm and fast over and over, until he had become slack-jawed and whiny. Coming hard and spilling over his fist.

When it was over Marcus was filled with both relief and regret. How could he have allowed himself to lose control so easily in his lust. Lust for a man he hadn’t really even met. In a place he wasn’t sure was all it was promised to be. He was determined to talk it over with Copia in the morning. Hoping that the kind-hearted man who had reminded him so much of his mother would be able to give him the answers he needed.

The office was warm and inviting. Unlike Sister Imperator’s, Marcus felt quite at home waiting for Copia the next morning on the sofa just beside his desk. Listening to the crackling fire in the fireplace and the scent of ink filling his senses. The room filled to the brim with books and tomes. Loads of art hung proudly on the walls—it was clear Copia was a man of academia and refinement.

“I didn’t keep you waiting long, did I?” Copia asked as he managed to sneak in unnoticed by Marcus.

“No Cardinal, not long at all.”

“Good, good. Tell me piccolo…what is it you wanted to see me about?” he asked him, taking a seat beside Marcus on the sofa. Copia’s eyes were filled with concern and compassion. It was clear to Marcus that he had already become somewhat of a parental figure, a guide to him—a Virgil to his Dante.

“I know that this is not like the rest of the world. Here we are open about our infernal roots, our true selves. Our worship of Lucifer… but I have to say even with all that Cardinal… I still find myself feeling out of place. Like maybe I don’t fit in here as much as you all thought I would. As much as I hoped I would.” Marcus confessed.

“Marcus… do this for me, si?” Copia began, placing a hand atop his shoulder.

“What?”

“Lose the smoke and mirrors, be who you are here. I know that Aether told you the glamour was fine, but I think it will help you to show your true self more. Live in your own skin.” Copia explained. Marcus did as asked, his ashen gray skin revealed as the facade slipped away. The markings on his tail, matching the tattoos on his arms. A tail that began whipping around nervously as his eyes turned to glow a deep blue hue.

“Ah, there you are piccolo.” Copia smiled, giving Marcus a hug. The warmth from his embrace, helping Marcus to relax in his form. Copia slowly pulled back, crossing one leg over the other as he poured a glass of brandy from the side table bar. Handing it over to Marcus before pouring himself one.

“Thank you.” Marcus told him, taking a small sip of the thick brown liquid. The warmth from the alcohol, heating him a bit in his cheeks.

“Don’t mention it piccolo… but listen, I had a feeling that there may be some struggles on the horizon for you and so I have taken the liberty of trying to find a solution.” Copia explained, taking a swig of the contents of his glass.

“Oh?” Marcus asked, more than a little curious of what to expect next.

“You see, here we have some very special people here. Ones who have knowledge far beyond myself when it comes to your kind and well I figured it might help for them to be involved in your feeling more at home.”

“Who? Aether has already been so—” Marcus began, Copia stopping him with the gesturing of his hand as he swallowed back the brandy.

“Of course, of course. Aether is great, but piccolo. You need someone far more experienced than that. Someone who knows not only infernal culture, but who can help guide you on your path of self discovery. I think you—-” Copia explained before a knock at the door stopped him. “Oh that is probably him now. Come in!”

Marcus was immediately on edge as the door came open. Dying to know just who Copia had held such confidence in. Then with the appearance of a large grucifix ferula, Marcus would get his answer. From outside in the hall came Secondo Emeritus.

He did his best to hide his nerves. Thanking Lucifer that he had only made an ass of himself to Secondo while in his glamour and not in his own skin. Secondo stepped into the office. His miter held proudly on his head and his stride, that of royalty as he went to take a seat adjacent to them in the office.

“Papa, thank you for coming.” Copia began, fumbling his words a bit in Secondo’s presence. Clearly, he too was taken back by the sheer power and majesty the Papa possessed.

“Of course, Cardinal. Is this?” he began before Copia nervously cut in.

“Si, this is Marcus. He is a new half Hellhound recruit that Aether found while in Germany. Seems he’s been a bit lost finding his place and well I figured if anyone could help it would be—”

“Ah, so the catulus needs a guide, eh?” Secondo smirked. All the color, draining from Marcus’s face as he realized Secondo knew EXACTLY who he was.

“Uh…” Copia began.

“I don’t know, Cardinal. I may not be of use as you see Marcus seemed not to be too lost last evening when he had some rather… constructive words of advice for me and Sister Beatrice.”

“I—” Marcus began gulping while his face turned a brilliant shade of red. Practically feeling the steam leaving his ears. The poor Cardinal left completely confused by the whole situation.

“Seems the two of you have already met?” Copia asked. A bit of nervous laughter, leaving him as Secondo continued to stare directly at Marcus. His wickedly handsome face, filled with the satisfaction of what he was about to say.

“That we have. You were right to reach out to me Cardinal. Seems our puppy has much to learn.”

Notes:

Aldi/Edeka- Popular retail stores in Germany

Ist das echt? Sehe ich das wirklich?- Is this real? Am I really seeing this?

Catulus- puppy

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ashley-ghuleh · 4 months

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Thank you @ghcstcd for this adorable picture of my OC Marcus with they're interpretation of Dew~ and I LOVE it

Marcus hangs out with Dew quite a bit, troublemaker duo and chaos professionals. They also share a joy for fashion, and Marcus loves to borderline his androgynous features often, so who better to assist than his favorite tiny friend.

#ghcstcd #art comission #digital art #the band ghost #ghost fandom #drawn #my oc and Dew being fashionistas and totally gonna cause chaos while looking hawt

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ashley-ghuleh · 5 months

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BARK BARK!!

Eat me

And with this, we have three out of four works completed. Only Copia is missing, and then maybe a couple of extras, even if just rough drafts (nobody believes that, cough cough). In the time-lapse of this, you can see my inner struggle to want to insert myself, the nun had a face twice, and I really had to contemplate leaving her without one. I think at the end of the series, I'll explain the purpose of the miniseries for those who are interested, but for now, I'll just say that the reason is that I want to kiss old men on the lips.

And now, it's late, and I should sleep, but I'm thinking of a collection of short fanfiction stories between the Popes and the Sisters. Or between the Popes and the readers. The voices in my head are very loud tonight, I have to go to bed.

If you like it, let me know, if you leave shameless comments, I appreciate them, they're worth as much as a tip. If you also want to kiss old men on the lips, let's start a club.

#secondo #papa ii #papa emeritus ii #ghost #the band ghost #ghost art

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ashley-ghuleh · 6 months

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Such an honor to be on your master list~ 🖤💚🖤💚

🐍 SECONDO FIC MASTER LIST🐍

These are all the fanfiction AO3 links to Secondo related content. Please see pinned post on Tumblr for other Papa content!

If you don't see something you are interested in please feel free to send an ask when open as well as commission me through the heart mug site. Link in pinned post!

Multi-Chapter Works:

⛧ Let There Be Night (COMPLETE) >>> Secondo & OC Loren Secondo Emeritus decides he will bite the bullet for the sake of his family and get a Prime Mover. The sister he chooses is perfect for the task but unlike any of his typical lovers. Will the pact between them be fruitful or will it die on the vine? (NSFW-Romance/Fluff/Pregnancy Loss/Angst/Sex w/the intention of pregnancy) Secondo x Loren Sequel Snippets (Mini sequels to the Papas in Love stories): 🜏 Let Them Wait Secondo awaits his name to be called for the return to the stage when it gets an unexpected guest. (SFW-Fluff/Daddy Secondo) 🜏 As the Night Settled In (Spin off) Copia pulls an all nighter after becoming Cardinal and gets some much-needed release when he gets back to his lover. (NSFW-Romance/MFM/Established relationship/COPIIIA/UNRELATED/NON-RELATED AU)

⛧ The Games We Play (COMPLETE-Feat. OC of @spectralmagpie) You are Desdemona, a part Imp Sister of Sin with a penchant for a good time and an insatiable appetite for driving your lover, Papa Secondo, mad. When you discover an exciting development within the Abbey will be limiting his time with you more, you decide, with the help of Terzo, take it as a challenge to find a way to entertain yourself and get a rise out of him. (NSFW-Public Sex/Romance/Brat/Exhibitionism/Multi-Kink/Feat. OC) ⛧ The Hell Torn Heart (ONGOING-Feat. OC of @ashley-ghuleh) After a recurring dream leaves Marcus, a half-demon/half-hellhound, dealing with the ghosts of his troubled past and visions of a place he has never been. He is unexpectedly thrust into an unknown world. Guided by a mysterious couple to the Ministry, surrounded by ghouls and siblings of sin. The once outcast struggles with what haunts him and learning to find himself—until he meets Secondo. (NSFW- Hellhound OC x Secondo/Romance/Angst/Anal Sex/BDSM)

One Off Works:

Exactly As it Should Be Secondo wasn't sure what to think when you told him you wanted to have a baby. Now holding his newborn daughter, the world has suddenly changed. (SFW- Fluff/Romance/First time Dad Secondo) You Bewitch Me You have reached a breaking point with body dysmorphia and seclude yourself in the bathroom only to be discovered by your lover Papa Emeritus II. (SFW-Part 1/2/Comfort/Body Image problems/Gender Neutral reader) Spell Cast After a hard bout of body dysmorphia, your lover Secondo shows you just how much he worships the body you reside in. (NSFW-Part 2/2 Comfort/Body image problems/Romance/Body Worship) Anything For You The celebrations of Lupercalia have begun at the Abbey and while you agreed that you wouldn't "celebrate" in the traditional way, seeing everyone else do it is getting to you and your Papa can tell. (NSFW-Lupercalia/Valentine's Day/Romance/Fluff/Comfort) More Than a Feeling As a FtM brother of sin in the Ministry things have not been the easiest. One thing however was sure, your love for Papa Emeritus II. When Papa leads Black Mass one evening, your entire life changes. (NSFW-Romance/Love Confession/Breeding Kink/Sex w/the intention of pregnancy/Transmale character/Mpreg) The Feel of Silk You were invited to Secondo's bed chambers knowing exactly what to expect...he did not disappoint. (NSFW-Romance/Light BDSM/blindfolding) Liquid Courage The hard and unapproachable Papa you have been crushing hard on gets a few drinks in him and finally decides to confess something to you…and the rest of the Abbey. (SFW-Romance/Love Confession/Gender Neutral Reader/First kiss) The Medusa The tables are turned for Secondo when his lives has him tied to the bed. (NSFW-BDSM/Edgeplay)

Secondo One Off Works Featuring Other's OCs):

Starving (feat. OC of @sirlsplayland) Secondo has been a bit of an overbearing expectant father, when he decides to show his Prime Mover, Marzanna, just how much she means to him. (NSFW-Romance/Pregnancy sex/Pregnancy Kink/Secondo POV)

Thank you for reading!

May he walk with you in Darkness, leading you from the Light

⛧ PM Ren

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ashley-ghuleh · 6 months

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Thanks @copiousloverofcopia for the tag this was fun! 🖤🖤

Last song: That's How We Ballin' - T-Pain, Snoop Dogg

Favourite colour: Black and orange because I am halloween lol

Currently watching: Some halloween bakeoff show my mom likes

Last movie: A Million Ways to Die in The West

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: Spicy and Savoury for sure! (But I definitely love a sweet cocktail)

Relationship: Single because I literally can't stand the man things that are around me where I live because its nothing but dude bros and spoiled rich kids

Current obsession: Ghost (Always and forever)

Last thing I googled: Where is Smirnof Tamarind sold? (I currently have a large bottle of this due to that search because I don't have a problem XD)

Selfie: Have a cute pic from yesterday and an even cuter one of me and my sister dressed up as Periwinkle (me) and Tinkerbell (her)

Ehm I don’t know who to tag because I am but a humble little tumblr page! So anybody who comes across this please feel free to join in!!

Thank you for the tag @lurancyvenom

Last song: Hunter's Moon - Ghost

Favourite colour: Somewhere in the ruby red to black aesthetic

Currently watching: Friends

Last movie: Alexander (Directors Cut because girrrrrl dinner)

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: Spicy + Savoury (but also follow it up with just a wee tish of sweet)

Relationship: god, where do i start - I’m gonna say I’m girlbossing my way to being single.

Current obsession: Ghost. Still.

Last thing I googled: “how to get a kitten from a car without opening hood" - I've spent the last 24 hours trying to save a kitten from the only goddam carpool car in the state

Selfie: have a normal (but also very Primo’s wife coded) selfie and a fun, pre-ghost show selfie ❤️

Tagging: @youwouldntlietopapa @copiousloverofcopia and anyone else who’d like to play (tag me if I didn’t tag you, I wanna see ya face) also tagging @mcklunkers @photiniainsummer @newbie-whovian and @passthebottlearound because you’re always in the notifs and I love you 💕💕

#ashleyghuleh #tag game #face reveal but not really I think lol

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ashley-ghuleh · 6 months

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Yay!! Everyone we got another chapter drop!!!

Also in honor of this story and my ghastie @copiousloverofcopia 🖤 I’m going to be posting concept art to go along with our story!

So this picture here is Marcus with his Hell Hound form lurking in the shadows behind him~

A picture of Marcus without his glamour will be coming soon~ 💖💖💖

We are back again ghesties for the next installment of, The Hell Torn Heart featuring Secondo and @ashley-ghuleh OC Marcus!

Thank you so much for allowing me to write for you! Hope you all enjoy!

Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!

The Hell Torn Heart

Chapter 2: The Ritual and the Maestro

Also available HERE on AO3! Haven't started yet? Read from the beginning HERE!

Read more below the cut!

It was a dreary, overcast day. The sun, shunned by the blankets of clouds that hung above them. The crowd, gathering to enter the Olympiastadion in hordes of headbangers and moshers. The lot of them as far as the eye could see. Packed together like grains of sand in glass. All of them beaming for the night's concert.

Metallica was the headliner, Ghost their opening band. Most of the crowd was adorned in the metal legend’s merch. Sporting “Ride the Lightning” shirts and long, thrasher style hair. Marcus could blend in easily. Wearing his “Crowned Crows” black crop top, his favorite black plugs in his ears, and the tuft of blue hair that graced his head—styled up into a mohawk.

As he approached, the sheer size of the place intimidated him. While Marcus had dreamed of coming to shows in a place as grand as this—his meager income barely allowed him a drink at the Hundekeller, let alone top tier entertainment . When he finally reached the box office, he was delighted to see that Aether and Cumulus had kept their word. Waiting for him was an envelope with his name written plainly on the front, handed over by the sweet young woman helming the box office.

When he opened it up he was delighted with what he found inside. A pit ticket with his name on it and a VIP access badge. Marcus couldn’t help but smile as he tucked the envelope into the pocket of his guitar case, still shocked security let it inside, and headed back in line. The energy of the crowd all around him, so palpable and exhilarating.

“Ich kann nicht sagen, dass ich jemals zuvor von Ghost gehört habe. Kennst du sie?” a man dressed in a well-worn black band tee said to the blonde woman who accompanied him. Marcus couldn’t help but stare at it. The man’s shirt faded so much that the only thing recognizable was etchings of white from what at one point must have been a logo. The woman shook her head in response, seeming to be unaware of them as well. Marcus letting out a sigh of relief for having been embarrassed at not knowing who Ghost was before.

When he, and the other pit ticket holders were escorted onto the Olympiastadion floor, Marcus was breathless. The towering building was crested by a large opening that revealed the sky. The stage, lined with metal and decorated in an array of stained-glass art that was flanked on each side by Ghost’s logo colored in marble white. It was the most breathtaking thing he had ever seen.

Though he was towards the back of the pit, he could see the stage clearly. Past the raised lighting from phone screens and rows of hands held up in praise, he could make out all of the band members. Each of them dressed in black and their faces veiled by silver demon-like masks. Their anonymity, intriguing him along with their clear Satanic aesthetic.

Their presence, a welcome celebration of things that Marcus held in secret. His own connection to the darkness—constantly cloaked from all those who surrounded him. Ghost had displayed these things openly as if it was something to take pride in—not keep hidden. Marcus could smell Aether and Cumulus were among those on stage. Unsure which of the masked musicians they were, Marcus kept careful watch. His attention, drawn to the two men at the front with their guitars—one in black and the other white.

When the lights began to flicker—the stage ignited with the haunting sound of music, Marcus felt nothing short of awe. His heart pounding against his chest as the sounds flowed through him. The first chords played, resonating in a deep place within he could not quite explain. It was then as saw him, the man of the hour appearing from the back of the stage. Mustached, commanding, and surrounded in tight, crimson red fabric.

🎵 In times of turmoil, in times like these…🎵

As the man sang, Marcus felt the rush with each of his words. His voice, just as melodic and powerful as the music he sang to. It was only mere minutes into the show, and Marcus knew he had fallen in love. Watching, eyes wide open and heart soaring as the man he came to find was known as Cardinal Copia, continued on his way.

🎵 Them rats! 🎵

Song after song played, Marcus becoming more enticed as they passed. Feeling as if like magic, they cast a spell upon him just from watching and listening. The guitarists’ riffs, painting pictures in his head of the notes and chords as they played. Marcus, unable to control the urge to mime them. Feeling the phantom strings beneath his fingers as he mimicked their strokes.

As fast as they came on, Ghost went. Leaving Marcus and the crowd—absolutely mesmerized. He was almost in tears, welling up with emotion from the experience. The music, somehow making him feel more at home and at peace than he had felt in a very long time.

“This…this is incredible.” he uttered aloud. Wiping the stream of black eyeliner that had managed to trail down his cheek.

“You got that right baby!” said the blonde from before, clapping and screaming as Ghost took their leave from the stage. The promise of Metallica, riling up the crowd. Marcus, however, was devastated. While he knew Metallica from before and was always a fan—Ghost had given him something entirely different. While the stadium geared up for the main event to take stage—He felt overcome with despair. Pained that he might never get to experience them like this again.

His instant depression had clouded his memory. Forgetting all too quickly the VIP pass that lay within his guitar case, when Cumulus joined him within the crowd. No longer covered by her ghoulish mask but appearing as the same bubbly woman he had met the night before. She grabbed him by the shoulder to get his attention, her sweet smile extending from ear to ear.

“So what did you think sweet face…Helluva show huh?” she asked him. Sending him a wink as she stood beside him in the unsuspecting crowd.

“I can’t even find the words—-that was…was…” Marcus stammered as he couldn’t explain just how he was feeling.

“Unreal?” Aether said as he appeared behind Cumulus. “Come on kid, the boss man would like to meet you.”

“The boss?”

“The Cardinal.” Aether explained as he and Cumulus rushed Marcus through the crowd, intent on bringing him backstage.

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The walk backstage had Marcus’s blood pumping. Passing the packs of security, nervous despite his VIP pass on display that they'd find a reason to toss him. Each hall looked just the same as the last, giving him a sense of unease. And the quick, discreet glances between Aether and Cumulus, as if they knew something he didn’t, had sent him even more on edge.

After yet another identical hall, they finally arrived at their destination. Given away by the taped-up, white 8 x 11 sheet with the Ghost logo printed on it. Marcus held his breath within his lungs as he stared at the double doors. So excited and scared at the same time to find out what awaited him behind them.

"Ready?" Cumulus asked him.

"As I'll ever be." Marcus replied as Aether opened the doors. Immediately Marcus was hit by the same smell carried by Aether and Cumulus, only this time it was unrelenting. Surely it wasn't a coincidence that he was engulfed in it now.

Marcus's eyes took a moment to adjust to the harsh fluorescents. His gaze, drawn to the man at the center of the room. It was the Cardinal, sitting in the middle of a long black couch, the rest of the room filled with the other band members. All of them, still in their black attire.

The Cardinal seemed delighted with his appearance, quickly waving Aether and them forward with his leather gloved hand. “Ah yes, Aether, Cumulus…I see you have brought back the boy, eh?” Copia seemed to cheer. Scooting over to the side, allowing the three of them a place to sit beside him. Marcus could hardly believe he was standing there.

The man who had captivated him on stage, welcoming him into the inner sanctum as if he had known him forever. To Marcus, it almost felt like he had even though he had yet to learn his name. The Cardinal, so familiar and kind. Notes of Marcus's own mother woven into their interaction.

Copia was making polite conversation. Explaining how honored he felt to be welcomed to the area and about how much they enjoyed the energy of the crowd. Marcus tried hard to focus on the words spoken between them. Keeping his composure, if only just enough to prevent from dropping his glamour. The scent, growing harder and harder to ignore.

“Something wrong?” Cardinal Copia asked, just as Marcus caught sight of the ornate details of the patch, embroidered on his jacket. That same shape, an inverted cross with a “G”, he had seen in his dreams.

"I–think I've seen that before. Somewhere."

"A Grucifix? Well, it is a sacred symbol of our faith." Copia explained. Watching as Marcus looked more and more confused.

"We are actual devil worshipers, you know?" Winked a black-haired woman. Leaning over the coach to whisper something into Copia's ear. Her high cheekbones and the most piercing eyes Marcus had ever seen, making her look almost ethereal.

"I—oh is that so?" He asked, unsure of what else to say. He was unfazed, wondering if he should have acted more surprised. His true nature, making him acutely aware of the truth of the Devil and the existence of Hell.

"You sure you're ok?" Cumulus asked, watching his nostrils flaring. The scent, becoming even stronger the more the band crowded around them.

“Yeah…it's just the smell—” Marcus began before realizing the words had escaped his lips. Scared he might have said too much.

"Ah well…about that…" Cumulus began when two other men approached them. One very tall, almost giant-like in his appearance. Broad-shouldered and very impressive to look at. The other, his opposite. Quite small—scrawny even with long blonde hair and his top lip covered in a 70s porn-stache.

“Heh…that's alright, it's probably just Dew.” jabbed Mountain. Tilting his head to signal over to the smaller man at his side. Calling him out as the culprit of the offending scent.

“Pff…ass.” Dew uttered under his breath, rolling his eyes as Aether and Cumulus took their respective spots beside the Cardinal on the couch.

“Don’t mind him too much Marcus, was it?” Copia asked him, drawing back his attention. Marcus smiled and nodded, still standing before them and feeling almost even more ill at ease.

“Yeah it's Marcus. Marcus Kohle. You know, I just have to say before I lose my nerve, Cardinal, well you…you…" he began. Marcus, overcome with the feeling—the need to confess. Wanting to tell all of them about his dreams, about everything. Though he wanted, desperately, to ease the mounting tension. All he could say to finish was. "Ghost puts on a hell of a show.”

“We sure do.” Cumulus said, giving the Cardinal a kiss on the cheek before getting up from the couch. She walked gingerly up to Marcus. Giving him a big hug before whispering in his ear, “Good luck.”

“Ah, well thank you. That was the intention.” Copia laughed. Marcus couldn’t help it. Compelled to explain further. To let them know that he wasn't just a fan…there was more to it than that.

“No…you don't understand. The music, the lyrics…they just…just... I am pretty sure I could even play the riffs already. I loved them so much.” he explained.

“Oh?” Copia said, surprised and flattered by Marcus's candor.

“Well then, go ahead and show us. Dew, give him your guitar.” Aether teased. Dew immediately scowled and hissed back at him. Such an odd behavior for a mortal, that it immediately made Marcus suspicious.

“That's ok, I have my own.” he explained, confused when the smaller man looked even more irritated. As if his refusal to play with his guitar, somehow disrespected his instrument.

“Well go on then…play.” Dew snipped, waiting to smirk at what he assumed would be a feeble attempt, only to be floored when Marcus was able to play multiple sections of both Rats and the solo from Dance Macabre . The rest of the room too was speechless. The young man from Germany, able to play songs that took some of them months to perfect—and after only one listen. When Marcus was finished the room erupted with applause, with the exception of Dew who sat in a stupor.

Cardinal Copia began smiling wide at him. Letting out a pleasant sigh before crossing one leg over the other as he relaxed back into the chair. The sound of the leather as it shifted, filling Marcus's ears. Marcus almost panting from the rush of adrenaline as he lowered his hand down the neck of his guitar.

“Aether, I believe you are right…we can’t leave without him now.” he explained, as all the color drained from Marcus’s face. What did he mean by that, what have I gotten myself into? he asked himself as Aether stood up before him.

“Marcus, we owe you an apology.” he began, the rest of the room falling silent as they waited for either Marcus’s response or for Aether to continue—only for Cardinal Copia to cut in.

“You see, we are no typical metal band…things in Ghost work a little differently. We know what you are.” he explained. Marcus could hear ringing in his ears. His ears aching, reminiscent of his damn alarm. Scared that they did indeed know the truth.

“You see friend, we are not what we seem.” Aether said, as the image of his masculine appearance peeled away. Like paper burning and curling within a fire. Revealing the Hell spawn ghoul that lied underneath. His tail twitching back and forth behind him, and the horns standing proudly atop his head.

“Oh fuck.” was all Marcus could get out. Watching as the rest of the band member’s own glamours faded away. Their gray-skinned, white glowing-eyed truth, all that remained.

“No one here will judge you Marcus. We are all born of Hell fire here…well except for the Cardinal.” Aeth said, smiling as Copia shrugged in response. “Come back to Italy with us. Come meet the rest of the Abbey. Come home.”

“Yes piccolo, come back with us and we will be your family. You will no longer need to hide what…who you really are.” reasoned the Cardinal. Marcus stood in complete silence, confused and flooded with the emotion of everything he had just seen and heard. Feeling his glamour slip for a brief second as the words of the Cardinal and Aether resonated inside him. All of them were like—him.

“Home.” Marcus asked, his eyes glazed over, still swimming in his own thoughts. The Cardinal stood up and placed a gloved hand on each of Marcus’s shoulders. Pulling him close enough to see the unholy glow of his left eye as he spoke

“That's right piccolo—home.”

Notes:

Olympiastadion- Concert venue in Munich, Germany The Hundekeller- Hound Cellar (The bar in our little story) Ich kann nicht sagen, dass ich jemals zuvor von Ghost gehört habe. Kennst du sie?- I can't say I have ever heard of Ghost before. Do you know them?

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Oh yes!! You guessed it!!

I’ve commissioned the lovely @copiousloverofcopia to write a novella for me and this first chapter really has made me like UBER excited for the next ones to come!!

Thank you Ghestie! I am literally bouncing with excitement!

(Don’t mind me, totally taking these tags so my Ghuleh Ghestie can get noticed more! And get more love~)

I have RISEN from the dead....

Lol just kidding...but----I am here with some new content!!!!

Here is the first chapter of my fairytale level fan fiction for @ashley-ghuleh featuring their OC Marcus and Secondo!!!

Thank you so much Ghestie for the opportunity to bring Marcus to life! I hope you and everyone else enjoys!!!!

The Hell Torn Heart

Chapter 1: The Dreams

Also available HERE on AO3!

Read below the cut! (Eventually will be NSFW)

They would leave as swiftly as they came. Leaving beads of sweat along Marcus's brow and a cold chill running down his spine. His mind, unraveling night after night with the things that haunted him. The dreams had reared their ugly head once again.

Last night was different, however, though it had started just the same. Dreams of his father, to Marcus nothing but a glorified sperm donor, who just so happened to impart half his infernal roots. Visions of his cold, intimidating stares and the sting of his hand, thankfully fading as Marcus stirred on his mattress. Its comfort, only one step up from the bare floor.

Then came the dream of her. Always the same and as haunting as it was emotional. A woman, one he knew only for a short time, but who held his heart for a lifetime—calling out to him from the abyss. Her bright eyes and dark hair, like the mysterious void that was the night sky. Filled with celestial bodies, burning with the fury of creation. She was holding his hand, though it looked quite a bit smaller held in her palm than it truly was now. Marcus, only a young child when he lost her—his mother.

She showed him a place. One he had never seen before. Built like an old castle and hidden deep within a thick forest of trees. Filled with secrets he could feel, carried on the wind as it swept through his cobalt hair. It was a vision of grandeur. The massive, arched double doors and stone walls—impressive as they carefully approached. The fascia, all covered in years of history, draped in ivy and sweet smelling bougainvillea.

It was an old Abbey, or at least it appeared so. The steeple, adorned with an inverted cross, with what appeared to be a "G", standing proudly atop the roof. He recognized it instantly as a place of worship, but of what Marcus was unclear. His eyes, crawling over it before staring at the countless stained glass windows that shimmered in the light—beckoning him to continue.

He was in awe of it, feeling it somehow both ominous and inviting. Marcus could feel his mother squeeze his hand when he stopped to take it all in. Urging him to continue when his instinct forced him to stop. Worried about what dangers may lurk beyond the doors that stood before them. Trusting his mother enough to continue on despite his better judgment.

As they reached the stairway, Marcus froze once again. His heart, pounding hard behind his ribs. The mystery felt too great, too heavy as it weighed on his mind. What would happen if he dared to go inside?

"Go on…Marcus…find this place. Be happy." His mother whispered. He began slowly ascending the steps, taking a moment to breathe in the cool air that surrounded him before turning around to find he was alone. Now appearing as the age he was now. His mother, no longer standing behind him when Marcus finally summoned the will to bring his hand to the door. Turning the knob and then, like every time before—waking up.

Just like that, the blast of his alarm hit. Blaring incessantly as Marcus rolled over. Trying desperately to drown out the noise with a pillow pressed firmly over his head. His sensitive ears, ringing no matter how well he tried to muffle the sound.

"Argh…fucking hell." He whined, rising up and scratching his head. Choosing to sit up and turn off the abomination as he succumbed to his waking. It was already after 4 in the afternoon and his aching head was happy to remind him of the bad decisions made the night before. "Guess it's time to get up." He yawned before managing to drag himself out of bed.

It had been weeks now since the dreams started again. Each time, slightly different than the last. The dreams of his abusive father, which were thankfully overshadowed by the ones with his mother, filling him with anger and resentment. Replaced each night, when her ghost would visit him, leaving him feeling both broken, and whole all at once. Curious as to why she seemed to be begging him to go inside that place. An old Abbey that he had never even seen before.

For now he would have to shrug it off. Shaking off the intrusive thoughts that nagged at him as a dog shakes off the water from its coat. He splashed some cold water on his face to help collect himself, grateful that his glamour had managed to hold up so well with his failing mental state. He slapped on a bit of eye liner and ran a comb through his hair before grabbing his cropped leather jacket. Swinging his case, filled with his prized white, heritage guitar, over his shoulder before heading out the door.

He was on his way to a small bar in Berlin, one that had been there long before the wall came down. The Hundekeller, was a small and insignificant place to most, but Marcus knew better. It was here that the most colorful characters humanity had to offer, convened. In this small, somewhat sketchy place Marcus had acquired all manner of interesting encounters.

Marcus would often recall the time when he met the guy who carried around his pet spider inside his waistcoat pocket. Old Snippet he called him, a big tarantula that had the rest of the patrons keeping their distance. Or the time the long-legged woman, dressed in furs and sequins for days, flirting with him from the other end of the bar turned out to be a former U.S. spy during the war. Regardless of its bizarre and, at times, unsavory surroundings it felt more like home than his flat.

Marcus strolled over at a leisurely pace, passing the bokeh of street lights and cars as he lit up his first cig for the day. Relishing the taste of the sweet tobacco as he drew the smoke into his lungs. He was on his way to spend yet another night playing his guitar, once the paid act had taken their leave of course. Ready to sniff out all the interesting smells he’d encounter. He sat down as usual, inconspicuously in the back of the room and watched as people began filing in.

The frequenters took their usual spots. The gentleman who always wore a red teddy, hidden under his blazer, sat down at his booth and Fräulein Elsa managed to slide right into her spot—a lone stool at the far end of the bar. All of them, settling in before the show and leaving only a few empty seats, for anyone else curious enough to enter, before the band began to play. This time the band played some sort of whiskey rock. The type that crosses rock with notes of country. Not Marcus’s usual taste, but the sound at least didn’t bother him while he waited. He watched almost in a daze as they performed, song after song. All by himself, as it was every night, until Ash came over to say hi.

“You know one of these days you’re gonna be up there performing as the headliner, if only you’d give yourself some credit Welpe.” he told him. Leaning back to pop his back and rolling up his sleeves before picking up a crate from the back of the room.

“Yeah…well I doubt it, old man. I’d hardly call what you all got going on in here “headliners” but whatever you say…not that you care but I also kinda like keeping to myself.” Marcus replied, giving Ash a shit-eating grin before the short, purple-haired man with the faint hint of subtle for a beard, headed back to his station. The bar keep was usually the only one Marcus ever talked to, and quite frankly might have been the only one he’d ever considered a friend. It wasn’t easy with his lineage, trying desperately to maintain his glamour, never allowing anyone too close. Worried that might see him for what he really was, a hound of hell.

It was his mother’s wish that he grow up to be like them–the humans who had been nothing but kind to her. Unlike his father who had made both their lives miserable from the moment he was knitted within her womb. No—meaningless sex and a few well spread out acquaintances were far more manageable he thought. Refusing to ever be close enough to someone to get hurt again.

As the night went on, Marcus remained in his thoughts. The traces of his dreams, still lingering in the forefront of his mind and the ache in his chest from the visions of his mother, kept him even more reclusive than usual. Wondering to himself if maybe tonight he should have just stayed at home. Then, just as he rose from his stool and readied himself to leave he caught wind of it.

A scent unlike anything he’d smelled there before. A scent—like his own. It was metallic with hints of charred wood. Otherworldly, a scent he had worked hard to mask, flooding his nostrils as he scanned the room. His eyes fell over the audience as the band finished playing their last tune.

“That's weird.” he whispered to himself. Shaking it off, convinced that he’d been imagining things. Before he knew it, it was finally time. The sparsely filled room, emptying to a mere handful of filled seats as he took the stage. Marcus said nothing as he took a short moment to tune his guitar. Strumming until he confirmed the notes hit just right.

He began his song, nothing award winning, but one he had been tinkering with for some time now. Melodic and moody, he played—closing his eyes to feel the vibrations from it. He had refused to sing, his music serving almost as background noise for those who had found one reason or another to stay at Hundekeller. It wasn’t until he finished his second to last song, opening his eyes to the audience, that he saw them sitting together in the front row.

There were two of them, a man and a woman. The man, quite bulky and handsome, though he looked as if he were more than a force to be reckoned with. The woman, curvy with a mess of blonde curly hair atop her head. Radiating sweetness—almost bubbly as she listened to him play. Bouncing around in her chair when Marcus began the next song.

He struggled not to stare. The two mysterious strangers, maintaining eye contact with him, breaking only in moments when they would talk to one another. It left Marcus with an odd feeling burrowing in his gut. Something was different about them, but he couldn't be sure what.

He tried to press on, finding a way to distract himself from them when he happened to catch sight of a photo illuminated on the man’s phone. The image on the screen seared into Marcus’s brain as he watched the man show it to her. It was the building from his dreams. He struggled his way through it and the moment his set was up, he bounded off the stage and into one of the chairs at their table. Mad-looking and wide eyed as the man began to speak.

“Well hello.” the man laughed, his hand gracing the shoulder of his female companion.

“I—ah—I.” Marcus stammered, unable to explain himself with any sense of sanity.

“I think he’s at a loss for words, Aeth.” the woman said, rising up from her chair to find a new seat right next to Marcus. “You alright there?” she asked him.

“Of course he is, just might not have even seen someone as devastatingly beautiful as you Luss.” Aether mused, eliciting the eyeroll of a century from Cumulus. Marcus sat in silence, almost overwhelmed with the scent he noticed before, trying his best not to drop his glamour and give himself away as he got lost in it. Finally he swallowed back the knot in his throat, trying to gather himself before speaking again. How could it possibly be a coincidence that they smelled the way they did—and more so that they had an image of a place that, until now, had only existed in his dreams.

“I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me.” Marcus managed to get out, rubbing at the old scar tissue gracing the back of his head. A callback to another night where his mischievousness got the better of him.

“It’s alright doll. I’m Cumulus by the way…but you can call me Luss if you want–and this is Aether.” she told him, taking his hand in hers. She was soft and kind. Marcus was bewitched by her almost instantly. Had he swung that way, she would have definitely been his type. Aether looked over to her, the two of them communicating something between them. Though their lips remained completely sealed.

“The photo…on your phone…” Marcus started, unable to continue. Struggling to find the words to explain his interest in it.

“Oh you mean this?” Aether said, showing Marcus the image again. It was of the Abbey from his dreams, though much less secluded looking. The image, filled with nuns and what looked like priests. A sprinkling among them of people who appeared to be wearing masks on the front steps. Their hands held up as if they were waving at them–a friendly hello to their far away friends. Instantly his interest was piqued, even more than before.

“Where is that?” Marcus asked, watching as both Aether and Cumulus smiled at one another and turning back to him. Aether put his hand on Marcus’s shoulder, winking at him before he would explain.

“That, my friend, is home.” he told him.

“It looks so familiar…I think I have been there before.” Marcus continued, staring at the photo until Cumulus managed to recapture his attention. Resting her face on her hand and she continued on talking to him.

“Oh? Well, do you travel around much?” she asked.

“Not really, I have been here most of my life.” Marcus said, nervously chuckling with his words.

“Well now..that is interesting. You see…our home is in Italy. Not sure how you might have seen it if you have never left before, but hey you never know.” Cumulus said, looking over to Aether and giving him a wink. “Anyways… I just have to tell you…ah…” Cumulus began as she waited for him to give her his name.

“Marcus.”

“Ah yes…well Marcus, you have a lot of talent you know.” she continued, “...you play that guitar like a lover. I know a lot of people who could appreciate a talent like that.”

“Really?” Marcus exclaimed, worried he might have misheard her. Feeling the heat of his anxiety building up inside him.

“Really… I mean listen kid, I like your style and clearly Luss does too. Maybe you should come see the show our band is doing over at the Olympiastadion in Munich tomorrow night. I think our boss would love to hear you play and maybe we can talk more about the Abbey. What do you say? Entry on us—”

“Wait really?” Marcus asked him, thrilled at the prospect. The anxiety grew as he continued to desperately keep up his appearance. Then he realized something, “hey, isn’t that the Ghost show?”

“Oh, so you’ve heard of us?” Cumulus asked excitedly.

“I have…but I will be honest I haven’t listened to anything. Just heard about Ghost in passing. I would still love to come. I have never been to such a big show before…that is iif…if you will still allow me?” Marcus whimpered, hoping his admission hadn’t ruined his chances.

“No worries…” We will have your tickets waiting for you at the box office kid…see you tomorrow?” Aether asked as he motioned for Cumulus to stand up with him. Grabbing his jacket, and helping her with hers, before they would be headed off. Marcus jumped up from his seat and nodded. The excitement coursed through him as he watched them push in their chairs. Finally now he might have some answers—and even if he didn’t, he might as well at least have a good time.

“See you there.”

Notes:

The Hundekeller- Hound Cellar

Fräulein- Unmarried German woman

Puppy-Welpe

Olympiastadion- Concert venue in Munich, Germany

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