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For @fathermofsin, cont. from here: (x)

"It was not a name I chose, but rather, it was chosen for me by the man who summoned me to your decaying, mortal plane. Al-kīmiyā was experiencing something of a resurgence during the Islamic Golden Age. Mankind," the ghoul says with sneering contempt, "in its futile pursuit of immortality, had turned to the wisdom of the ancients, hoping to unlock the secret to eternal life. For many years I was enslaved by one who called himself an "alchemist", imprisoned in his laboratory, until I conferred upon him my wisdom. My jailer called me many things: daimōn, djinn, and Azoth, on account of my eyes; mercurial, like quicksilver, he said," Azoth expounds. "I like to think I have been just as instrumental, just as fundamental to the progress of mankind, here at the Ministry." And his chin juts with pride.

"Pen an parchment has a certain... intimacy, an immediacy, which digital conveniences lack. A kindred spirit, indeed." The ghoul cannot conceal his pride as the Padre compliments him on his Italian: clasping his hands cordially behind his back and tucking his chin with humility. "I confess, I have a preference for Latin over the vulgar tongue, but your poets have done much for the language since its inception."

After such a congenial exchange, the last thing the ghoul expects is for the cleric to challenge him. This human, he sure had some nerve.

A low lick of laughter rumbles from behind the ghoul's mask. "Threatening you?" His snakelike pupils narrow to slits, and he strides closer, looming over the the diminutive human with his peculiar odour. "Padre," he purrs, and with a single, slender claw he combs the Father's fringe out of his eyes, teasing the sleek, silver streak threaded into his skull. "You would know if I was threatening you..." And he lifts the lower half of his mask to sniff the confrontational man.

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the fact that i am constantly saying strange and unpleasant things is just part of my charm

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been away from the rpc for a couple of years, putting out some feelers~

𝕻𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 / 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 / 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚’𝖗𝖊 𝖆 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝕽𝕻 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌!

𝑀𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾-𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒𝓈 & 𝒪𝒞𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒!

ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ.

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OwO what's this? *nuzzles you* based on the smell and decomposition i'd say this is a six day old corpse.

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"Just 'Azoth' is fine, Padre, such is the name I was given upon my arrival here on the mortal plane," the mercurial ghoul intones, his eyes wrinkling with a fleeting, insincere smile. It had been some decades, perhaps, since anyone had deigned to call him - a ghoul - by Signore. It makes Azoth faintly uneasy. "I must say, your penmanship precedes you, I haven't seen such neat script in... Onestamente, not since I departed The Pit," he utters, half incredulous, half astonished. "Penmanship is an art form, and one which seems to have fallen out of favour in recent centuries."

Azoth can sense the man's trepidation, can practically smell it on him, perspiring beneath his cassock; but he comports himself fearlessly, nonetheless. "SÌ. I applaud your efficiency. "I cannot say your missive came as a surprise, but as ever, it was a disappointment. Ghouls should not be walking the Ministry unmasked, nor should they be loitering in human halls of residence. Believe me when I say the ghouls responsible will be apprehended and reprimanded forthwith, they know better than to conduct themselves in this manner."

"But please understand, the actions of a few ghouls do not represent majority, and I would be deeply dismayed if this misunderstanding of ours left this room," the ghoul warns with no absence of malice, his irises narrowing to snakelike slits. "Should it be elevated to the Curia, say, any resolution would be completely out on my hands." The last thing Azoth needed was for news of this infraction to reach the ears of Copia; it wasn't likely to endear him to the Cardinal, and he had every intention of making a stellar first impression.

"You appear to be a man of intelligence, I'm sure you must understand," Azoth hums, his eyes wrinkled with a malicious smile.

Plotted starter for @fathermofsin from 𝕬𝖟𝖔𝖙𝖍:

Plucking another envelope from the sloping stack upon his desk, Azoth arches a wicked brow. The penmanship is as pristine as it is foreign to him, inked with all the precision of an Italian humanist scholar, without a smudge of ink blotting the parchment. Slicing open the envelope with the serrated edge of his claw, he plucks the tri-folded missive from its immaculate vessel, and sharp, silver eyes scan the page.

Summons. Solicitation of his presence, regarding recent conduct of the ghouls around the Ministry. Beneath, a laundry list of the malice and mischief the diabolical denizens of the abbey have been embroiling themselves in over the past month. With pinched lips and a jaded sigh, Azoth uncaps his fountain pen and begins to compose his reply. His reply to... A Father M., one of Copia's recent recruits, he's sure. Azoth had heard the pettegolezzo (not that an individual of his station would ever indulge such trivialities) about the reclusive minister, and their aversion to recreational activities of any kind. They had certainly caused quite a stir.

Slotting the irreverend father into his schedule, Azoth pens a swift and succinct reply to their office before handing the communique off to his secretary.

'Egregio Don M., Ci incontreremo domani alle diciassette nell'oratorio. Distinti saluti, Azoth Ufficio del Delegato per i Ghoul'

He would nip this issue in the bud before it ever reached the ears of The Clergy.

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I cannot describe how happy this new tobbe content is making me

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tobias daddy interview or whatever

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Azoth's ears prick up as he hears the scuffing of shoes upon the Ministry's paved floors, and he pivots on his heel to face the narthex as the door creaks open. Illuminated by the sunlight slanting through the clerestory, the ghoul takes in the the cleric standing before him, with his foppish fronds of dark hair and pale grey eyes, hemmed in by a pair of ornate, gold glasses. Father M. was everything his baroque penmanship had promised, and some.

"Father M., I presume?" The ghoul's baritone voice reverberates within the oratory, resonating off of the medieval stone walls. "Azoth, delegate for the ghouls," he introduces himself, crossing the chapel in several, sharp strides and thrusting out his hand in a cordial, if slightly officious, manner. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

The ghoul flinches almost imperceptibly as he draws near, as a pernicious and ambiguous odour snakes up his nostrils and inflames his hindbrain. It's faint, and perturbing, and utterly overpowered by the perfume emanating from the Padre.

"If we could make this brief, I would be interminably grateful. My presence is required elsewhere before the hour is through, it would seem your grievances hold far more merit than I initially thought."

Plotted starter for @fathermofsin from 𝕬𝖟𝖔𝖙𝖍:

Plucking another envelope from the sloping stack upon his desk, Azoth arches a wicked brow. The penmanship is as pristine as it is foreign to him, inked with all the precision of an Italian humanist scholar, without a smudge of ink blotting the parchment. Slicing open the envelope with the serrated edge of his claw, he plucks the tri-folded missive from its immaculate vessel, and sharp, silver eyes scan the page.

Summons. Solicitation of his presence, regarding recent conduct of the ghouls around the Ministry. Beneath, a laundry list of the malice and mischief the diabolical denizens of the abbey have been embroiling themselves in over the past month. With pinched lips and a jaded sigh, Azoth uncaps his fountain pen and begins to compose his reply. His reply to... A Father M., one of Copia's recent recruits, he's sure. Azoth had heard the pettegolezzo (not that an individual of his station would ever indulge such trivialities) about the reclusive minister, and their aversion to recreational activities of any kind. They had certainly caused quite a stir.

Slotting the irreverend father into his schedule, Azoth pens a swift and succinct reply to their office before handing the communique off to his secretary.

'Egregio Don M., Ci incontreremo domani alle diciassette nell'oratorio. Distinti saluti, Azoth Ufficio del Delegato per i Ghoul'

He would nip this issue in the bud before it ever reached the ears of The Clergy.

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Plotted starter for @fathermofsin from 𝕬𝖟𝖔𝖙𝖍:

Plucking another envelope from the sloping stack upon his desk, Azoth arches a wicked brow. The penmanship is as pristine as it is foreign to him, inked with all the precision of an Italian humanist scholar, without a smudge of ink blotting the parchment. Slicing open the envelope with the serrated edge of his claw, he plucks the tri-folded missive from its immaculate vessel, and sharp, silver eyes scan the page.

Summons. Solicitation of his presence, regarding recent conduct of the ghouls around the Ministry. Beneath, a laundry list of the malice and mischief the diabolical denizens of the abbey have been embroiling themselves in over the past month. With pinched lips and a jaded sigh, Azoth uncaps his fountain pen and begins to compose his reply. His reply to... A Father M., one of Copia's recent recruits, he's sure. Azoth had heard the pettegolezzo (not that an individual of his station would ever indulge such trivialities) about the reclusive minister, and their aversion to recreational activities of any kind. They had certainly caused quite a stir.

Slotting the irreverend father into his schedule, Azoth pens a swift and succinct reply to their office before handing the communique off to his secretary.

'Egregio Don M., Ci incontreremo domani alle diciassette nell'oratorio. Distinti saluti, Azoth Ufficio del Delegato per i Ghoul'

He would nip this issue in the bud before it ever reached the ears of The Clergy.

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yeah i'm a false prophet but you believed me so whose fault is it really that we're in this mess

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Tobias Forge — on Carina Bergfeldt’s talk show | March 14, 2025

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Tobias Forge — ‘My Story As Metal/Rock Frontman’ | Kaaoszine/Chaoszine

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CHAOSZINE // APRIL 2025

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Tobias portrait

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February 2025

[Samuel Kirszenbaum / Libération]

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