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He doesn't know what to do now. The days following Terzos death have not been easy.
At first he couldn't even comprehend what had happened.
He thought that it had to be a bad dream. A nightmare come to live. A trick from some evil spirit.
Not in the way their lord Satan was considered evil. Rather something that found a sick amusement in seeing him suffer.
It was late at night. The sky outside an all swallowing darkness. Omega was still awake. He had been for some time now. Wandering around the halls of the Ministry.
Terzo... poor Terzo.
There was nothing that justified what had happened. No reason for it all. At least to him.
He knew that it was the Ministry. He was certain they where the reason for Terzos death. After what had happened at the end of that last tour, it wasn't a far fetched assumption.
Additionally, he had heard rumors from the other Ghouls. Not his band mates. But the ones that worked for the Ministry and weren't a direct part of the Ghost project.
The ones that where pulling the strings behind the scenes.
Hushed whispers and concerned looks, whenever Terzo and the plans for the future of the Ghost project had been brought up.
Back then he already figured that something was clearly wrong. Hell, he had told his concerns to Terzo. But Terzo didn't want to listen to him. He didn't take the things Omega told him serious. Or at least he pretended to.
After all Terzo probably knew more than the Ghouls.
After his forced return to the Ministry and the uncertainty regarding his future, he surely was concerned and stressed. He most likely just tried to hide it in front of Omega.
A thoughtful gesture on his part. With lethal side effects. Omega wishes he had insisted for Terzo to truly listen to him. Had forced him to stay alert.
But the Ghoul couldn't change anything now.
Terzo was dead and he was going to stay that way. Dead. Coming to terms with this fact was something that would take him a long, long time.
He tried to remind himself that no one had ever managed to escape the dreading presence of death. "Memento mori" or whatever the humans said.
With life there always comes death. It was impossible to escape. Omega knew that.
But to be honest these words ment nothing in Terzos case.
His live had ended far to soon.
Omega was so angry. At the Ministry for being the cause of it all, at Terzo for not listening to him when he should have, and at himself for not being able to prevent it.
Just mere weeks ago Terzo and the band had been performing on stage. Singing and captivating an entire crowd.
They had cheered for him. Thinking back, Terzo had seemed so happy then.
Terzo loved the spotlight more than anything. He was his best self when he got to perform, sing, give something to the people. He truly was his best self when he took on the role of the self proclaimed "Popestar".
And then right at the end of the last show, the final gig, the great finale, everything crashed down.
Terzo was dragged of stage. Dethroned by the people of his own. By his family.
Terzo had screamed and struggled against the men that grabbed him and pushed him backstage. But it didn't do a thing.
He was shoved away. It took a moment for Omega and the other Ghouls to realize what was going on. But soon enough they followed him. Left the stage.
Omega was not sure what had happened after that.
He didn't take any note of the old man that entered the stage. He just started sprinting after Terzo.
The entire evening had felt like a haze, some kind of bad dream. They all had been escorted back to the tour buss. Terzo nowhere to be seen. The Ghoul had been anxious and so, so worried the entire ride back to the Ministry.
It took a few days but then finally Terzo was back again.
He didn't want to talk about what had happened, and why they interrupted his performance like that.
And Omega didn't want to press the already disturbed Terzo any further.
He already could imagine why they did it. And it didn’t take long for him to get his assumption confirmed.
A few hours after the gig the videos had appeared online. Uploaded, of course, by the devoted Ghost fans.
The crowd was confused at first but didn't seem to take it all so serious.
They most likely believed it to be a staged element for the show. Something to make this concert even more special.
If only they would know the full extent of this all.
There he was, in the video. Slowly making his way up the stage. That old man with the oxygen machine, Papa Emeritus Zero. He took Terzos place on the microphone and announced the end of the Popestars era.
„The Party is over. The middle ages have begun.“
Words that would stick with Omega for propably the rest of his life.
He couldn't really tell what this meant back, when he saw the video for the first time. But he knew something was coming. An end of some sort. But he would've never thought that is was the literal end of things, of life.
And to be honest, how was he supposed to know?
Primo and Secondo had been fine after they'd retired. They gladly made space for their younger brother, giving him a chance to take over the crowd and the spotlight.
The possibility that they were going to die because of it never even occurred. And well now they where dead as well.
No one deserved this... No one!
And for what...
Why...
At this point Omegas thoughts start spiraling he imagines what he could have done to prevent this. He just wants to scream and cry, to just...
He tries to clear his mind, tries to keep himself together. Instead the always looming feeling of emptiness and sadness starts to fill his entire body and mind even stronger now.
He makes his way to retreat into his chambers. This won't do him any good. He needs to sleep. Ghouls are far more durable than humans. But even he can't go without sleep for days on end. He begins to get seriously tired. His entire body feels heavy as he drags himself back to his room.
With his last composure he puts himself to bed. Starring up at the empty dark ceiling. His mind just won't give him a peace.
His eyes start to burn. They fill with tears. He tries not to cry he has to keep himself together. He doesn't want to life the rest of his live in utter misery.
He has to be strong, if not for himself than for Terzo. Terzo who would never want his love to feel like this... Terzo who was the best thing that ever happened to him... Terzo who is dead now.
Tears start to form in the corner of his eyes and slowly make their way down his face.
He turns around and buries his face into his pillow. To make the tears stop and to muffle his sobs that start to shake his body.
After he cried for what feels like forever he eventually starts to drift into sleep.