Lord's Rest Inn

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*Hello*

Theren is wrapping gauze around his hands as he sits in a chair in front of the fire.

Phoenix is outside cleaning his mask.

Alric is drinking at the bar.

 

Allison has went outside. She is dressed in a pale grey, button-up blouse, a floor-length blue-grey skirt, and a simple dark grey cardigan. Her white hair is tied behind her in a bun, only a lock of hair falls in front of her left eye. She is currently tending to what appears to be a small, unimportant garden hidden in a spot far from prying eyes. It may be winter, but she is working hard for this little garden to take root. A basket of garden tools, packets of seeds, and a watering can of warm water sit beside her.

Adder has went upstairs. He is constantly running the words Spawn and Azazel said to him as he goes into his room and locks the door, flopping on his bed.

Lore sighs. She has been awake for the last 16 hours trying to figure out what the toxin in Theren’s blood has been. She yawns as she leans back in her chair, staring at the ceiling. She cracks her knuckles, her hands and neck stiff from being bent over a table. The cup of tea that was steaming and warm earlier has grown cold. Her dogs sleep on her bed, couch, and floor, they let out tiny snores in their sleep.

Jack is inside. He is enjoying breakfast in the library while reading. He is eating slightly burnt toast, poached eggs, grapes, elk sausage, and hashbrowns. The book he is reading looks like a thick dictionary. Its red leather front cover embossed with the words “Final days of Discord” in a shiny brass color. He is dressed in a black tank-top, a pair of grey slacks, and no shoes. Its obvious he just woke up and has not gotten dressed.

 There is a knock on her door.

Phoenix leans up against a bookshelf. "Whatcha readin?"

 Lore gets up and opens it "Mn?"

Jack shows him the cover and grins "I liked reading this as a kid" he said

 Theren is leaning against the doorframe. His hands are wrapped in gauze and black lines are starting to creep towards his cheeks.

"Final days of Discord?"

 Lore opens the door all the way and ushers him to her couch "Bloody hells Theren!!" she said and laid him down. She began to take items off a shelf to prepare for spells. 

He nods "Its about how, in chaos, good will always be there and will take root."

 "Hey hold on!" Theren protests.

"Huh, neat."

 She stops and looks at him "..?"

"What are you up to?" he askes and closes the book, sitting it on the coffee table.

 "I'm fine. You are clearly not. You look like you haven't slept at all."

"Nothin much. Just been walking around the woods."

 "Ive been figuring out how to cure you !!!" she said

"Thats good, exercise is good fer you" he said and grins

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*Hello*

Theren is wrapping gauze around his hands as he sits in a chair in front of the fire.

Phoenix is outside cleaning his mask.

Alric is drinking at the bar.

 A spectral shade with three glowing green eyes takes an interest in Phoenix.

 Phoenix puts back on the mask. It is a red skull with long scratches running down it.

 "Interesting design. Might I offer some advice?"

 Phoenix quickly pulls out a sidearm and points it at the shade. "Who are you?"

 "That's..." The shade disappears and reappears behind Phoenix. "...Dramatic. I have many names you need not know. But what is yours?"

 Phoenix holsters the gun. "Sorry, I'm just on edge a lot, and how about you tell me your name first."

 "You may call me Sathona." The shade bows respectfully. "Most people, as far as I'm aware, will not act as kindly as I have after being held at gun point. It's not good for conversation."

 Phoenix laughs. "Yeah I know. Names Phoenix. Ghost Squad 5."

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 *I couldn't figure out what living object means lmao, mostly plants*

After a few minutes, he turns back, "Oh jeez, that was weird."

"Sorry if its not the best, i'm not good at making tea yet." He sits down

 *Animals and people*

She grins "here" she hands him another platinum coin and another vial. 

"Its ok" he says and smiles "I love it"

 "Number three, lets go," He grins, drinking it

"Thanks, i'm glad you do." Azazel smiles happily

 This one is clear like the other potions that turned him back but has a sort of oily color to it. Once he drinks it, he feels his heart stop as he drops to the ground. His spirit is lifted out of him. 

He nods again and looks down at the tea.

 He looks down at his body, "Well, poison should've been expected atleast once"

"So.... feeling ok?"

 "actually it wasnt." she said with a grin and picked up his body "Etherealness potion. Makes you a ghost"

"... mn" he said and rubbed the spot where Spawn had branded him.

 "I felt my heart stop. That ain't what etheralness does, but the ghost part seems accurate."

"What did he do to you exactly?"

 "Yep!" she said "dont worry, like that other potion, it will only take a few minutes."

"Said he was coming for my soul. If i die, my soul will be killed as well"

 "So i'm basically dead for a couple minutes. Interesting," He nods, waving his hand through her arm

"Hm. Well we can't be having that," He mumbles, touching the brand, which sizzles under his fingers, "Cause your soul belongs to me."

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 If he thinks of any living object, he becomes it. 

"Thank you..." he says and smiles.

 Spawn finds adder and grabs him by the scruff of his collar. "Maniacs like you deserve to be expunged from existence..." His eyes begin to smoke.

 Azazel grabs spawn's wrist, smily, "Remove your hands from him, or i'll remove your little girlfriend."

 "I don't have a girlfriend." Spawn mutters bitterly. "You're pet has run off his chain. He needs a good beating... He need to learn... He needs to be punished."

 "Thats my job to take care of Spawn, not yours. And sorry, i forgot you couldn't keep her soul in tact long enough to ask." He says,

 "You're a pathetic excuse of a guardian. You can't undo what he's done. You can't protect everyone from him. You think you can change him but people like this can't change." Spawn grumbles. "Your love for him is blinding you from reality. You live in a narrative where everything is fine and peachy, no matter how terribly Adder acts. And he gets off with a slap on the effing wrist. He's killed people, Azazel. And you're serving him tea and tucking him goodnight."

 "Spawn, should i remind you that you've done worse? Which of us is a litteral hellborn again?" Azazel says, "And i honestly don't see whats he's done wrong. Its not like you've had aversity to killing, and neither has any other mortal." He glares, pulling spawn in by his collar, "And i sure as hell don't think this is 'fine and peachy' as you put it. I've got my jobs to do, and you have yours."

 Spawn dissipates into shadow but his glowing green eyes can still be seen smoking violently. ""My job is to end punks like him. My job to is bring both punishment and retribution for the dead and those that killed them. You're a demon. You are chaos incarnate- Evil incarnate. I am the closest thing to Heaven the Hells have ever seen. And you're (1GP) at your job. Maybe its time you retire and learn some manners on the side. I don't kill like a mindless rabid animal, I have contracts. Both of you have quite the bounty on your heads and I'd more than happy to take them both... Dead or Alive."

 Azazel chuckles, "Oh you are so lucky we're in the tavern, or i'd have no problem dragging you back to hell like a [gp]ing toddler, kicking and screaming."

 "No being can hinder my existence- Especially an Abyssal wretch like you." Spawn folds his arms. "You have about as much power over me as you do over Adder, and might I remind you what his murdering spree high score is?" 

 "Pretty well under mine so far. And i don't have to 'hinder' your existence. I just need to make you wish i could kill you." Azazel smiles warmly, "Because i know what i can do to you."

 "Last time we tangoed, I tore off your leg." Spawn seems very confused. Could Azazel truly be speaking the truth or is he just running his mouth like a bratty teenager? Either way, it's getting on the Hellspawn's nerves. "You couldn't do so much as scream in terror... Or pain- your screams all sound the same. Squeamish and immature."

 "Last time we tangoed, i wasn't a demon lord. And, you weren't a little [gp]" He replys, "Many things have changed since then." He says, still perfectly calm

 Spawn looks unimpressed. "You're still the same magot infested brat I dealt with back then. We wouldn't be having this conversation if you've grown at all. Your status as Demon Lord means nothing if you act like a petulant little child."