Now Would Be A Good Time To

I’m Going To Make The Wildly Unfounded Assumption That Satara’s Dead By Your Hand And Not Tory’s. Now, Stay With Me On This, Cajun. My Father Slit My Throat And Murdered My Wife Because He Thought I’d Betrayed Him By Getting Married. Before That, He Loved Me More Than His Life And I Was His Last Surviving Child. His Second In Command. Now What Do You Think He’s Going To Do To You Once He Sees Her Body? I Can Assure You, It Won’t Be A Fun-filled Trip To Chuck E. Cheese. (urian)

The Simi Gots Some Barbecue Sauce In Her Bag. It Kind Of Looks Like Blood If You Squint At It The Right Way. And It Don’t Coagulate Between Your Teeth Like Blood Or Give You Them Funky Burps, Not To Mention It Tastes A Lot Better Too. Especially Over That Type A Stuff. Bleh! I’d Rather Eat My Shoes. But That O-flavored Blood…yum! (she Straightened And Held One Finger Up In A Gesture That Strangely Reminded Him Of Smokey The Bear.) And Just Remember, Kids, Three Out Of Four Demons All Prefer Barbecue Sauce Over Hemoglobin. (simi)

May The Strength Of Ares And Wisdom Of Athena See You Through. (eros) And May Hades Roast Your Hoary Soul. (julian)

I’ve Been Around A Lot Of Wraiths, And He Doesn’t Feel Like That Either, Though. It’s A Strange Sensation. Like Human Wrapped In Evil.” – Caleb “oh, Great. Our Coach Is A Pig-in-the-blanket For Satan.” – Nick

It’s Been A Full Week Since She Left And All You’ve Done Is Sulk Like A Dying Cow. (kish)