Every time I close my eyes, I see a flash of the past. Sometimes, I see the battlefield with bodies at every step, and smoke from artillery fire everywhere you looked. Sometimes I see friends, Odin, Michael, and even Azazel. But most of the time, I...
The Underworld around me is tearing itself back together like it regrets letting me in. The Auditor is gone. Or at least I hope she is.
My coat is shredded. My goggles are ruined. Blood's running down my arm, warm and annoying. I ignore it. I always do.
Legend: I need food.
Static cuts through the air. Old. Grainy. Like a radio tuned between stations.
Someone claps. Slow. Deliberate.
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Demon: Bravo! Truly spectacular! I haven't seen a performance like that since the Wall Street Crash. Oh, what a show that was!
Legend: If you're here to avenge her, you missed your cue.
The static intensifies. A tall shape steps into view when I finally look. Red suit. Antlers. Smile stretched far past friendly.
Demon: Perhaps it'd be best if I introduce myself. My name is Alastor, but you may know me as the radio demon.
Legend: I know you.
Alastor: Ah! Recognition! Always gratifying.
Legend: Thirteen years.
Alastor: (tilting his head) Hmm?
Legend: Was looking for you. A long time ago.
Yeah, I remember. This guy had panties in his drawers. Pretty sure he was stalking me.
Alastor: And yet here you are! Still breathing. Still unpleasantly intact.
Legend: Didn't need you in the end.
Alastor: Oh, I noticed! You took the scenic route. Stole a very important book and enraged a very important person. How delightful.
I glance at the ghostly token I got after beating Auditor.
Legend: Recognize this?
Alastor's eyes flick to it. His grin sharpens.
Alastor: Ahhh. That. You see, my resilient friend, eldritch beings are a dreadful nuisance. Kill one body and, poof! Another dreams itself into existence. Like cockroaches with existential dread.
Legend: I know that much.
Alastor: That seal is a guarantee. A final period at the end of a very long, very annoying sentence. With it... the Auditor stays dead, if you defeat her again.
Interesting. Should frame it.
Legend: Is that real?
Alastor: As death itself! Which I assure you, I'm quite familiar with.
