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 moment we stepped inside, her human disguise unraveled like smoke. Now she's back to her true form. Tall, impossible angles, ribbons of yellow cloth drifting in air that isn't moving. Her presence hums against the walls like the house itself is trying to remember what reality used to be.
Meanwhile I'm in the kitchen, opening the fridge.
Priorities.
I grab a can of Rockstar Energy and crack it open.
Y/N: I needed that.
Estir watches the can like it might hatch.
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Estir: What is that substance?
Y/N: Rocket fuel.
Estir: You are consuming rocket fuel?
Y/N: Technically citrus flavored anxiety.
I take a long drink.
She leans closer, fascinated.
Estir: Mortals truly survive by ingesting strange liquids.
Y/N: You literally eat worship.
Estir: That is entirely different.
Y/N: Sure it is.
She circles me slowly.
Estir: Your world is endlessly bizarre.
Y/N: Wait till you see reality television.
I toss the empty can into the trash and walk into the living room where the book sits on the table.
The pages shift when I touch them.
That thing always feels like it's breathing.
I flip ahead until the next title appears.
MASQUERADE
Yeah. That sounds suspicious already.
Estir immediately slides closer, excitement practically vibrating through her voice.
Estir: Ah! The masquerade act!
Y/N: You sound real happy about that.
Estir: It is a celebration scene. Symbolic. The Host joins the masked revelers of Yhtil.
