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(Living death continued from the Copia panic)
Copia and Terzo sat with Alastor for seemingly hours.
They’d both run out of tears, and even though Omega had brought them water, only Copia had drank any.
Terzo had passed out some time ago, exhausted from crying, laying with his head on the overlord’s chest.
The Cardinal rubbed at tired, tear-swollen eyes, and laid the hand he was holding down.
He slid to his feet, as Omega stepped forward, concerned.
Copia ran a gloved hand over his face as the other gently dismissed the Ghoul’s aid.
“Stay with them, I need to try and get us something to eat.”
Onega gave a solemn nod, moving to tuck a blanket over the sleeping Papa as Cardi moved to the kitchen.
Alpha looked up from his place in the sitting room, watching the terrace doors. Nothing was getting in without notice. Not with two ghouls and one half demonic archbishop watching over them.
Cardi didn’t know how to call Bawon.
But he stood at the sink, and grabbed one of the knives. Blood called demons, so maybe blood would call the Lwa?
He was desperate, and Terzo was broken.
He removed his gloves, and pricked his right index and ring fingers, letting the droplets fall into the sink.
“You’re not my deity to call. But I am at a loss, we both are. I feel it’s selfish to call on you for help or even comfort, because you’re not mine. But you are His. So for his sake, please…please…come to us, Bawon Samndi…” he let his fingers ooze a few moments longer, then washed his hands, and the knife…then just…
Went on autopilot to make something to eat, because it had been hours, and Terzo needed to eat, and drink and rest.
