[right][h2][color=8493ca]Damien's Catharsis[/color][/h2][@Stanifly][@spiral origin][@Tlazolteotl][/right]

[color=8493ca]Damien [i]was[/i] at the edge of the Pride Ring, facing the vast expanse of canyons and nothingness. He couldn't bring himself to go back to his hometown, not for this. What would his mother say?

What would anyone say, honestly?

The rope was tied. His herbs were mixed. It wouldn't hurt. He'd be asleep by the time it happened.

What would Charlie say?

But he couldn't do it anymore, could he? At Viné's beck and call, he just couldn't do it to her or to anyone else at that silly hotel. Damien smiled weakly. He had promised to help. His new friends were sweet. But he couldn't be a planted bomb anymore, waiting for his "master's" order to bring, well, hell. He hadn't wanted this. He hadn't foreseen this. It was free rent, it was a good cause, it was a tiny hope that maybe a soulless baphomet could be redeemed too?

Damien chuckled. What was he thinking? It was all silly, really.

On his knees, he took in his last moments. He had hoped at this point he would feel at peace, but in reality he didn't feel much of anything. After a few seconds, he was just heavy. His bones ached, like they always did. His head hurt. A bit of pink wax dripped from his candle and fell to the dirt beneath him.

Damien closed his eyes. The goetia demon was hundreds of miles away. He wasn't sure how he could feel it, but he could. He just couldn't take the torture anymore, physical and mental and emotional. He loved his friends. This was how he could keep them safe.

His tea was ready. Damien picked up his cup, claws steady. He took a sip and waited for its effects to begin.

He felt heavier, like his body was giving up before he had the chance to tell it to, and his gaze unfocused past the horizon. He watched as the red sky began to fade...

...into a bar, what the fuck?

Had he done it?[/color]


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[list][*]Damien appears in the bar where Vici and Aelvira are with a drink in hand that fades from a green tea to a red cocktail by the time his consciousness loads into the catharsis.
[*]He starts to arrive when he sips his drink.
[*]He now appears mildly confused but otherwise calm.
[*]There's the slightest smell of lavender near him.
[*][s]I am realizing that I somehow ended up with my only two "purple" characters in this roleplay and I find that funny[/s][/list]
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