[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]

[I wish, my pocket money doesn't extend to Disneyland entrance fees but hey, have fun ok?]

[troublebrewing]

[Thanks. I don't know if I'll see you again; I hope that if I do, it's not under terrible circumstances, and I promise I will try very hard not to set anything on fire around you.]

[arsgoetia]

[It's okay. A little fire never hurt anybody, right?]

[troublebrewing]

[It usually does, I think... but I see what you mean.]

[arsgoetia]

[It's cool, k?]

[troublebrewing]

[pause...]

[Okay :)]