Sigil | Ghost The Band

La fine è vicina

Cal stared down at the necklaces in her hands, before putting them on, one by one. A water symbol, as she'd come to learn, earth and quintessence. The chains rested against her skin, feeling heavy but comforting all at once. She glanced down at Omega's, the symbol seemingly having smaller details crudely carved into it. She couldn't decipher a single one, and decided to quit trying to figure out what it meant.

Her heart felt lighter with them gone, like she technically wasn't doing something absolutely, horribly wrong.

A whistle to her right caught her attention, and she saw someone standing amidst the gravestones like a ghost in the twilight. Wiping unshed tears from her eyes, she moved closer.

Must be Terzo's friend.

As she neared them, she couldn't help the words that escaped her mouth. "No fucking way."

"I get that a lot," Mary sighed, adjusting their umbrella to light a cigarette.

"Haven't seen you since you got fired," Calliope said as a manner of greeting. They shrugged, inhaling deeply.

"We've got more important matters to discuss than that fucking incident," They chuckled darkly, and Cal wished she could see their eyes behind the sunglasses. True to their nature, Mary was dressed head-to-toe in black. A black coat, black scarf, black boots, you name it.

"Like?"

"Like; how long you've been dead," Mary scoffed, ticking the ash off the end of their cigarette onto a nearby headstone. They paused, peering over to see who it belonged to, before shrugging carelessly.

"I'm not dead," She huffed, crossing her arms in weak defence. "Just... dying."

"Been there, done that. We'll discuss it later, I need something to drink," They dismissed, handing her the cigarette before throwing a nonchalant arm over her shoulders.

"I never knew... How did you die? Or, more importantly, how are you semi-alive now?" Cal asked, busying herself with the cancer stick in her hand. It was so strange, there wasn't that familiar sting in her lungs or anything...

"Long story, babe. Haven't got time to tell you the entire thing," Mary muttered, tossing their umbrella onto a sofa in the foyer.

"Give me the gist then."

"You're fucking relentless, you know that?"

Calliope shrugged, waiting for them to continue as they entered the kitchen, breaking apart to descend the stairs to the cellar.

"Sold my soul for fame, sacrificed a bitch for immortality. Got both. Although, I am lacking in the soul department."

Mary ripped open the wine cellar, inspecting the bottles on the shelves.

"Fantastic, should've taken a page out of your book. How'd you lose your soul? Loophole in the deal or...?"

"That's not open for discussion. How'd you lose yours?"

"Gave it away, to protect someone."

Mary leered over the bottle they were holding, looking at her like she was a fool. Which she was.

"I'm not gonna comment on that- Oh, look, this one is 'you' flavoured."

"What?" She practically shrieked, stepping closer to grab the bottle from them. "I'm going to be sick."

Her name was written on the label, clear as day. She wondered how she never noticed that before, but assumed Secondo kept this one on the back burner for what he might consider a special occasion.