[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

[troublebrewing]

[nods]

He seemed... kind of prepared for it. I don't know.

[arsgoetia]

"There's no way," she says, sourly. "Dad never got himself involved with this... with the stuff I do. At all."

[troublebrewing]

I didn't mean like that. He said he wasn't going to let his children go to Hell.

[arsgoetia]

Her shoulders hunch a bit. "I don't... I don't think he would know what he's getting himself into for -- because of me."

[troublebrewing]

Maybe not, but... there was something in his eyes.

[arsgoetia]

Lucia says, haltingly, "we don't... get along well, but... he's my dad, you know...?"

[troublebrewing]

... I don't, really, because I don't have a father, but... I think I can get it, almost.