The Pilgrimage: Hosannas in Extremis (4)

From Vampires to Atlach Nacha, Baphomet and Witches, your travels since rescuing the Countess Maris and seeing her Consigliere Marcus returned to health have been anything but uneventful. The Sabbath seek a new home beyond the restrictive governance of the Four Empires, a task which you were singularly unequipped to assist with.

Driven forward by the Mysterious Song, you and Doyle, an itinerant Bard and one of the few naturally born sons of Human and Mamono parentage, left Albany, hoping to complete her seemingly unknowable story. All the while in the back of your mind, you feared the mumblings of the Witch Tina, who had forseen your death at the hands of yet another song… The Secret Song at the Centre of the World, whose sound was as of teeth in flesh.

Little Monster Miracle Orphanage (Day27)

“Are the Wonderland children acting up again?” Katy asked.

“About as usual as any other time…which is all the time~” Fubuki said.

“They’re really putting out caretakers to work…hopefully some new hires will alleviate the work-load, though I do worry about the newcomers” Katy said.

“Speaking of which, so far so good on Anon right? Kids seem to like him, and they’re showing much more self control than we thought” Fubuki said.

“They surprised me as well…I can’t believe how smoothly things are going…well hopefully he’ll have another easy night shift” Katy replied.

Little Monster Miracle Orphanage (Day 22)

“First night, think he’ll be okay?” Fubuki asked.

“He’ll be just fine, now then, any updates on our Wonderland problem?” Katy asked.

“Our ambassadors have arranged a meeting, we’re just waiting on you” Fubuki said.

“Right, well let’s get to it, the better we can understand each other, the faster we can help the little ones” Katy said.

A Love Stronger than Death

The darkness was pervasive, all-encompassing, all-consuming, and every other word or series of words that he could use to describe where he currently was. He didn’t know how he got here, he didn’t know where he was, and he certainly didn’t know how to get out.

In fact, he didn’t even know who he was, but he knew for a fact that he was a he, that one fact seemed etched into his very being. He tried to piece together anything, but the wisps of memories he still held onto seemed to slip and slide around in his subconscious, unable to form a coherent thought. Even simple thoughts, things that should be easy to recall, seemed to allude him, any train of thought that lasted more than a few seconds seemed to derail into nothingness, much like the void he was in.