Godly Interference

Ch.1.Godly Interference.

{12/1/21}
{Present Time}

Tommy felt ungrounded, he felt the façade he worked so hard on begin to crack. six years he spent here, six years writing letters to his family trying not to get caught by the ones he was sworn to watch over. he remembered the day he left everything behind, the day Death herself offered him a deal. one he had taken in hopes of being his own person, to be someone he wasn't.

Now here he stood in tattered clothing, pushed away and exiled for the second time from a country he had no true attachment to. he had played along for the sake of Deaths son, he had only stayed because of Wilbur. and now well he was gone, dead by his own fathers hands and lost to insanity. Tommy had watched the mortal fall from grace, his three lives fading before his eyes. he in turn took those moments and wrote them down in the journal that he has been keeping for the last six years.

A journal that a certain man would never be able to find, for the reason he was exiled was this mans fault. attachments to his discs, a few words here and there to make them all believe this character he played was the real him. his best friend well simply ex best friend truly should have learned better, Tommy was close to telling the hybrid the truth but than the hybrid exiled him because of a homeless man that wears green.

Speaking of the man, Tommy was quite aware of the game the human was trying to play. false promises, sickly sweet words the way the man tried to act as if he was the only one in the world to care about him it was pathetic. he understood why his mother disliked the human race just by being in the presence of the man whom believed his manipulation tactics were working.

It was a shame that man wouldn't be getting Tommy playing along for much longer. for the boy had been informed that the deal he had made with Death was finally coming to it's deadline. burning the letter he had been delivered from one of her crows. the boy felt joyful of the news, the tattered clothing was a bit lack luster for his tastes after all.

Casting a glance at the fire in front of him he had gained an idea, a smile crossing his face. he wanted out, and to simply put it nobody was aware of his resistance to fire. the crow Death had sent to him sat blissfully unaware on his shoulder. "little pal of mine how do you feel about helping with arson?" he asked.

The crow was ecstatic at the mention of arson. and so that night the place he had been forced to stay was set ablaze and destroyed. 

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The flames flickered bright, burning and without a potion he would of been harmed. walking through the destruction of what remained of Logstedshire Dream couldn't help but feel annoyed. Tommy was nowhere to be seen, his latest pawn was missing and the man was angered by this motion.

His pawn had stepped out of line, his pawn needed to be punished for stepping out of line. however Dream had stilled, his breath hitched. a burnt scarf and a shattered compass laid where a tent used to be. the man's face was unreadable from under his mask, but he knew what this meant. his pawn was gone, Tommy Innit was gone. 

Without a body he would be unable to do much. someone had been here before him he assumed someone had taken the body that was his only guess. and whoever did so would be on his list but for now with his pawn gone he had to do something. he needed a new puppet, a new pawn.

With the news of his ex best friends death it shouldn't be to hard to finalize the strings around the president of L'manburg. as the man left he was unaware of the beady eyes of a crow watching him before it flew off. for this was only just the beginning as to what was to come. this was only but the calm before the firestorm.