OUIJA !

He threw it back, amen???

Phrases contained in this chapter:

Alt beings - divine creatures, fantasy creatures such as spirits/daemons.

Daemon - demons, usually having diverse cultures and species.

Vercinians - alt beings that provide care and are usually seen as family to others. In summary; a parental figure.

Efgheer - High alt being in the court, usually the most divine out of all of them, and usually the most pure. They are usually seen as a judge or jury, like in court.

Crenst - Alt Being court - where trials and judgement is given in case if an alt being broke a xesturan.

mortals - creatures on earth like hybrids, sirens, avians or humans. does not include your usual animals.

mana - magical build-up of magic, usually used to perform incantations or spells. not always needed, and can be sensed by other magic-users, but not all.

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AN

ok, sorry for not clearing this up but 'mortals' is not a fancy word for humans in this fic. instead, they mean creatures on earth, like hybrids, sirens, avians, humans - apart from normal or the usual animals. also sorry for updating late, im on burnout but im trying my best :D

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The two sat on the floor of the corridor, both silently staring at either each's eyes or the floor.

Technoblade silently complimented the floor while Wilbur's eyes nervously darted from the attic door, his hands or Technoblade.

Then, a sigh, "What are we going to do about this?" Technoblade says.

Wilbur blinks for a few minutes, then shrugs.

"By the time Phil comes home, we're fucked."

Techno hums in agreement, glancing at his watch which read 1:47 AM.

"We could try and talk the person out of it?"

Wilbur shakes, "That is not a fucking person. It has horns and a tail, Techno!"

Technoblade stands, "We could give it a shot though? We've been sitting here for about 10 minutes."

Wilbur sighs. "Fine."

The pinkette helps the other up, then stares at the attic door.

"Right. So, who's going in first?"

Wilbur clenches his fists, "I might as well since I fucked it up."

"O7, Wilbur."

He climbs the ladder, peeking out of the attic door.

So far he sees nothing, so he decides to lift his body into the attic.

"I think the demon is gone?" Wilbur claims, Technoblade entering the attic.

"Uh-huh."

"Do you not believe m-"

There was a snarl behind the brunette.

"You may want to turn around." Technoblade nods, eyes wide and mouth thin.