>Act 6(?) I lost count:"
>"Womp Womp."
>You felt like you were on fire, a pain so intense it burns in the background
>"Kit, I'm so happy you're alive!" stolas said, his grimour floating beside him
>"but I'm still confused, why would you come after me with an angelic weapon?" stolas said, looking hurt
>"You ba--" the pain flares, "You bastards.. took... everything.. you bastards... are going to"
>The glow around your body fades, but the pain does not. The memory of it lingers on.
>'Fix it...." you squeeze out the last words
>stolas puts your gun in a case, and locks it.
>"But why me? I only ever gave you options to fix this mess. Mine was by far the easiest way. I paid you well, you had food and lodging here if you wanted it, Loona was safe--"
>"Don't ever say that name to me again."
>"You're in no position to be making threats kit. You're not nearly as dangerous as you would hope against someone with a grimoire. Let's be civil about this, I'm afraid I have some bad news"
>Stolas helps you over to a chair, via magic, and gives you a coffee
>"I'm afraid you're plot to stay away would have worked, but your... incident with M&M, well, word has gotten around. They know you're alive."
>"Shit fuck." you say, "Loona...."
>"I'm afraid she's in more danger than she ever was before, kit."
>GOD FUCKING DAMN IT.jpeg
>Can't you just not fuck up something, just once?
>Why do you ruin everything?
>You sigh, "What can we do to fix this."
>"There is only one way to fix this, kit. You have to buy-out"
>"What?"
>"You have to offer something of such power to lucifer himself that you are no longer worth his time. In short, you can no longer work under me, I can't protect you any longer."
>"And he can?"
>"He's the one who's after you, and lo-- everyone else, kit."
>"Fuck."
>"Fuck indeed, my dear hellhound. Shall I send notice to him that I have you, and are willing to exchange you for your protection?"
