a winter's night lazzo.

prologue

"your grace has descended!"
shouted a low, raspy voice of a middle-aged man.

stood the heart of the meeting hall was an ancient magic circle. in the middle of the magic circle stood a girl.

'...'
'...am i dreaming?'
'why do i see the 11 fatui harbingers?'
'what the fuck.'

she pinched her arm to see wether she was actually dreaming.
she wasn't. this was in fact a reality, unfortunately.

"is this the afterlife?"
"...."
dead silence fell upon the cold meeting hall.

-

she could recognize who the people in extremely thick coats were.
pierro, il dottore, columbina, il capitano, pulcinella,
sandrone, pantalone, arlecchino and tartaglia.

'scaramouche and la signora are strangely missing...?'
and then something clicked.

'if both of them are not to be seen here, then that means...'
'this is set in the timeline of la signora's funeral.'

'but wait..'
"what did you just call me?"
"your grace, the heavenly creator, are you well?"
"me..? the creator? what's going on her-"

"your grace! you've finally descended once again upon this humble castle!"
"'once again'?"
"you mean.. this is not the first time?"

'come to think of it... i have been dreaming about strange things.'
'but.. let's figure that out later.'
'me.. the creator?'
'but why would it be me out of all people?'
'there's millions of other fans in this game.'
'i guess i am a lucky individual.'

"your grace, are you well?"
"we humbly apologize for the inconvenience we have caused you."
"your grace, let us properly welcome you with a banquet! it shall be the most grand of them all."
"i-"

"very well. order the maids to organize a grand banquet for the creator and notify the tsaritsa."
"it shall be in 2 weeks."
"i expect no problems."

all the other harbingers bow at the same time to the first harbinger.

'how come i don't get a say in this?!'