In the underworld, Katago̱gí was forced to watch as Max went to work against Fenris. To see a human put up such a fight was inspiring, even if he wasn't completely human. It brought a little smile to her face, as Max began the process of pulling the World-ender into the swamp, she saw the clutches of death embrace him: and the satisfaction on his face as he was taken. 

However, the god wolf fought hard against Max’s efforts: and the Ifrit had no desire to let such herculean effort be wasted. She would be the foil to the god wolf once more: with the Daisy’s help of course. She didn’t know what Daisy had done, but she heard the proverbial call to jump, and Katago̱gí jumped.

A shackle of fire and darkness seemed to lash out from the Ifrit’s wrist, wrapping and coiling around the God-wolf’s neck like a choker chain. Plunging underneath the water, Kata felt arms grip around her, dragging her to the big-daddy reaper and the end that came with it. She felt the her own strength pulling on the god wolf, already half-submerged, as well as the strength of Max, and the other dead spirits. They clutched at her, grasping under the river Styx and pulling her and the world-ender underneath the waves. It felt oddly serene, despite it all. She had toyed with the idea of leaving Jay-Jay a message with the reaper, a last hurrah, if you will. In the end, Kata left the reaper well enough alone. She was going to have enough to deal with, and Kata had said her goodbyes. 

Everything faded into nothingness as her conscious thought became obliterated by death. She seemed to fall into sleep, only to open her eyes in what seemed like a moment later. She was alone, out of the water: in an empty hall that seemed devoid of anything except a chess board. Sitting on the black side of the board, a familiar-yet-unknown creature sat there: a shrouded man, with skeletal fingers toying with a black pawn. The demon could only smile at the figure, before sitting at the chess board, opposite death itself. “I suppose one game wouldn’t hurt.”

She moved a pawn forward, feeling the comforting embrace of death: and the challenge of one last game, before oblivion.

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It took a while for the tears to stop. Jay-Jay was spending so much of her time wallowing in her own self-soothing that she ignored the other sad sights on the field: Daisy’s near-empty handed return, Atticus’ departure with Siya in tow, Veti’s desolation at the loss of Max-Thad. If she had been half the friend to these people that she claimed to be, she would have been trying to console some of them. 

Eventually though, the tears dried up, and Jay-Jay looked up at the consoling Henry. “The one who summoned him, Fenris I mean. It was the same Ice bitch from the bridge, last year, wasn’t it?” Henry nodded grimly, a moment of sadness in his eyes, as if he were about to start blaming himself. “Well then. I want to make a deal with you: I’m going to finish my apprenticeship with Oro-mai, and then you and I are going to end that bitch. Deal?”

"Afraid it is not that easy. She is powerfull. But In time, we will end her. She and I go way back. Before you, before Atticus, she stole everything from me. Once not only you, but I and everyone else is at full strength. Then we can end this. But we have a deal little flame. That once your flame is a blazing inferno, we'll melt the bitch. One way or another."

She nodded, listening to the words of Henry and gaining a bit of pride and conviction with each utterance. She slowly leaned up and planted a soft kiss on the Siren's cheek. "Thank you Henry."