[Final Day] Endgame

[arsgoetia]

And just as suddenly as everything had began, the demons are gone—all of them. Not a single crow feather remains. As if being sucked backwards out of a vacuum, sound and light flood into the room and the hallway, crashing down on you. You are back in the real world, with noise and physics and sunlight streaming in through the window.

You are also left with two bereft Bellcourt children, the older of which is suddenly doubling over in his wheelchair and shouting in anguish.

Comments

[arsgoetia]

"What do you mean, how?" David demands. "However necessary!"

[tsundeargodwhy.livejournal.com]

I—I know but . . . i-is there a way?

[arsgoetia]

"We'll find one," David says firmly.

[tsundeargodwhy.livejournal.com]

Right. Do—do you need contact information . . . ? For—the people that we know?

[arsgoetia]

"Actually," says David, "That would be cool. And anything you guys can tell me about anything that's gone on so far—that's totally a tall order, I know, but I can't go relying on my magic interdimensional friends to keep showing up every time I need something." He smiles weakly. "I have to help my sister get back on her feet, and there's still all those demons, and her being wanted by Hell, and there's Dad. So I've got to be able to pull this together on my own."

[tsundeargodwhy.livejournal.com]

Of course. There's—Kieran, we also found a number for a church that might be able to get you in touch with Dr. Filangieri and—ah—some demon hunters named Elli and Luka. I—think Itachi may also be in touch with a clairvoyant named Madison . . . we could—I can ask around, and we should be able to leave you with at least that.

[arsgoetia]

David nods. "Anything. Everything. Next time you guys come back—if you come back, I mean—if that happens, I'll be ready for you."

[tsundeargodwhy.livejournal.com]

I will do whatever I can. If—if we can help you retrieve your father that's—all I ask.

[arsgoetia]

"You shouldn't feel responsible for what he did," David says, remarkably calmly.

[tsundeargodwhy.livejournal.com]

I—wh-what?

[arsgoetia]

"Like, for not being able to find away around it. I figure some of you guys are feeling a bit guilty or something like that. So, if you are, don't?"

[tsundeargodwhy.livejournal.com]

I told you—that we would help, but—we couldn't. I still—I intend to uphold that promise.

[arsgoetia]

David punches you lightly on the shoulder.

"You. Helped," he says. "Lucia and I are still here, and we have two months to figure things out. That sword is gone from her—she gave it up voluntarily, for me! And that crazy succubus is gone. How is this not, like, mostly win?"

[tsundeargodwhy.livejournal.com]

Ah—I-I—when you phrase it that way . . .

[arsgoetia]

"Yeah," David says, a little breathless, hands balled into fists. "And we'll get dad back, for sure."

[tsundeargodwhy.livejournal.com]

We'll do—whatever we can to help. While we're still here if—if we return again.