[hr][hr][center][img]https://s9.postimg.org/dgtslwwfj/cove_ch3.png[/img][hr][img]https://s8.postimg.org/fimv2gk0l/hel.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@Witch Cat][@Pundii][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][hr][h3][color=#9999ff][b]Coventry, Massachusetts: December 28th, 2016 - 8:18 P.M. Local Time[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][center][color=red]~remember, some of you were sent information as to what you know about the Mullo and Hel via PM a while back...~[/color][/center][i]Coventry Circus Grounds...[/i]

	Eudora's question was a moment too late. Olivia's injuries were incredibly extensive and with each passing second, the image of Azrael only grew stronger. By the time a minute had passed and Edwina had stopped the mullo from continuing on its war path, Olivia was already gone. The wolf's body fell limp, as her head hit the ground with a soft thud. Perhaps this is morbid or perhaps it is fascinating, the wolf shifted back into a human form, covered in blood and wounds, and with no clothing remaining. There was no saving her, no healing that could reach her. 

	"No, I really wasn't," Edwina said, before continuing to chant the mullo's name over and over again. Realization dawned on Fairfax's face at her words - it was the name he called Folly. It had been an old family name that Folly had decided to introduce herself by. She didn't know that it came from the creature that had killed so many. And in the chaos, no one seemed to have realized that that was indeed the name. Holding her hand out over the creature, Edwina scrunched her eyebrows a bit, and then [i]pure light[/i] emitted from her hand, shining with a dazzling intensity down on the creature. 

	Edwina's chant kept the mullo on the floor as Seraphina approached it and swung her blade. The head came off cleanly, which in itself was unexpected. Most beheadings take a few good whacks to cleave the head off. But perhaps for the mullo, its body was built in a completely new way. With the beast taken care of, Edwina ceased radiating light and pulled her hair back for a moment. 

	"How many people did you lose?" she asked. Edwina didn't offer any explanation as to how she knew the mullo's name or why she had decided to come. But that in itself was an altogether simple answer, one which caused a knowing smile in Edwina as she looked over at Fairfax. "I got your letter, granddad," Edwina said. She pulled a slip of paper out of her pocket. It dated back to 1929, written in John Fairfax's hand. It was addressed to his future descendent, Edwina Fairfax, containing instructions to go to Coventry on December 28th, 2016 at 8:17 PM. 

	Fairfax blinked a few times, not recalling haven written the letter. But then he understood. It was a letter that he [i]would[/i] write, once he returned to his own time. Amazement shown through his face, understanding the circular nature of time that had just happened. Did he write the letter first or did Edwina arrive to save them all first? 

	"It's dead," Folly confirmed, nodding at Lilith. There was no way that it could have survived and the body was limp. 

	[color=00ffcc]"But Hel is coming,"[/color] Aloise croaked out. [color=00ffcc]"Seraphina...Send everyone back to their times. We can't risk ripping another hole in reality."[/color]

	But Aloise's warning had been ignored just a bit too long. The fabric of the circus tent was ripped away with a gust of wind, exposing everyone inside to the outdoors. There, a regal and decaying figure stood, sword in hand. For a moment, Hel carefully observed each person there, before she flung her sword. Its blade went through James' chest before it returned to Hel's hand of its own accord. The FBI agent dropped to the ground, dead. 

	[color=C3D1C0]"Now that I have your attention, we have matters to discuss..."[/color]