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An strategy had been made at last. Afterwards, she had excused herself hastily from the shelter of the Vigilantes Headquarters. The young witch collapsed on the bed of a motel, her silver hair undone and dishevelled. She had been moving strings, crunching numbers, even calling her parents to tell them everything was going to be alright. They had... returned to their normal selves. That was nice. Things were at least showing a hint of mercy towards the situation.

"Stupid Cel." Diana balled one of her tiny fists, and like an invisible foe, she struck the matress to discharge her rage. She needn't not to crumble down. Not yet, when there was someone bent on exacting divine retribution. It pained her, as much as it had pained her to sever what was a toxic relationship. Still... none like him would ever understand what it felt like. To be a mind trapped in a body that did not make sense, in a world that made very little to help. She eyed her reflection on the mirror.

And saw Death.

"Gah!" She squealed, before doing a second glance. Instead of her reflection, she found [url=https://safebooru.org//images/2404/b00fcd27524431bc2af5f6c9cc30a9a02eb46117.jpg?2504384]someone else.[/url] "Moira... you nearly gave me a heart attack!" The witch said, agitated.

[b]"Even your yelps are cute, my little witch."[/b] The figure said from the reflection of the mirror. She had relented in abandoning Melanie for the time being, after some rounds of negotiation. [b]"I bring good tidings. He's dead. Both of them are."[/b]

"Don't joke with that." Diana snarled, being insulted with the levity that the grim reaper had declared people dead. It took her a few seconds to realize... That was no joke."...you're not joking."

[b]"Afraid not. We reapers got a good grasp on whose souls are about to kick the bucket. Also, it's amazing that perp managed to recruit his little brother... "[/b] The Moira trailed off, but Diana wasn't listening anymore, she had shuffled herself out of the bed, and went to the toilet, a knot forming in her throat and chest. She gasped for air.

"I never...just...what..." She said, obviously being overwhelmed. "Oh god, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She crumpled into sniffles, as she clutched the basin of the toilet, the paltry food she had ingested hours earlier menacing to make a fast exit. Unsurprisingly, she reigned her willpower, even if she looked tired beyond measure. "What happened?"

[b]"Massive explosion. Think some scion of War...was involved?"[/b] Moira answered. [b]"But hey, you know... if you really want I...uh... I should not be doing this but I guess...exceptions."[/b] The lesser goddess fumbled, trying to console the silver-haired girl.

"It was Luigi, wasn't he?" Diana said, as she slammed the basin so hard she nicked and bruised her hand. "...Well, at least...No one else got hurt." Diana relented, as she eyed Moira. Resurrection. The forbidden art. She could try it... After all, it was her fault that Celestine had once been overwhelmed with power, and if she had to break a few divine rules more... what would it matter?

[b]"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?" [/b]Said Moira, eyeing her D-phone, the fancy phone the servants of the Death God equipped themselves with.[b] "...His soul is nowhere to be found. I can't...uh...what the hell? Who the hell misplaces a soul?"[/b] The Reaper grumbled.

It was at this point Diana's tears flowed, among a loud, maniacal laugh.

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"...tard" The words echoed in the distance. The landscape was barren. Soulless. It felt not of this world, and It was sure it wasn't. His body... Well. Right now... he lacked one. It was some sort of whispy sloshy ectoplasm, like if someone had distilled the flesh amoeba. The man once known as Celestine was trying to make sense out of what seemed some sort of afterlife limbo.

He shuffled and suffled, until a tall, imposing mismatched structure. welcomed him. The large, grotesque gates swung open to the horror underneath. It was then when he understood. It was then when he saw. 

"Why so many pictures of cats... [b]Melanie[/b]?" Lightbringer smiled in the empty halls.