arsgoetia | [Final Day] Endgame

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[Final Day] Endgame

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.

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[well then, I'm gonna borrow a cellphone... or a room phone and let Tristan know he has two months]

[> calling
> texting]

[> texting

"David's free and talking again, Lucia's father will be taken for two months, you get two months too. Where do I leave your car? -- Fon"]

[FROM: TRISTAN

Sorry what?]

["Your case will be reviewed again in two months. Where do I leave your car?"]

[The phone you're using is ringing!]

[Answers]

Hello.

"What happened?" Tristan sounds kind of shocked.

[Fon is so zen]

David was taken as collateral, we came to the hospital to bargain in Lucia's favor, we traded information. Some of the charges were dropped, you get two months before your case is reviewed again, and whatever Kaname knew about you is no longer a secret.

". . . the crows can't make that sort of decision," says Tristan, finally.

We met Lord Andromalius, there were brass scales.

There is a cracking sound, like Tristan dropped his phone. A moment later you hear distant muffled swearing.

Still there?

"You—had an audience with Andromalius? Are you kidding me?"

He was actually rather nice, all things considered.

"Rather nice . . ."

I made him laugh, I think that was a good sign. So, your car?

"You made him—" Tristan is, for once, pretty speechless. "Like, Andromalius? The—you??"

It's a pity I can't see your face right now.

Tristan clears his throat. Cool: I must keep it.

"Wanna meet up before you have to go back?"

Sure, I can pick you up.

". . . don't bring anybody else, right?"

You're an incubus, I know what you want to meet me for.

"You work in mysterious ways," Tristan sounds like he's laughing. "I had to make sure."

You're not getting yourself any points. Where do I meet you? I have to give the phone back.

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