“Smile Now, Dear. It’s Sunrise.”
{Hey, Matchstick. Can we burn this birdbrain’s tail feathers?} The Lord of the Underworld asked.
‘No. No, we cannot, Lord Bonfire.’ You respond mentally with exhaustion while replying aloud to Headmaster Crowley. “Thank you for providing me shelter.”
{No, no. Hades, for once, has a very brilliant suggestion. This...Crowley...is going to make us stay at this rundown, pest-infested piece of despicable trash...!} Queen Grimhilde hisses in your head. You want to slam your forehead against a wall, hopefully knocking yourself out in the process. Instead, you follow Headmaster Crowley into the deteriorating dorm while Queen Grimhilde continues. {But we should let him suffer first--slowly. Vessel, you should concoct a poison for Crowley. I shall assist you.}
You are so tired at this point.
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In which the Reader is from an alternate timeline of Twisted Wonderland, where there was a great war against Chernabog the Devil. In this slightly different timeline, the Reader finds out that the Great Seven are seen as magnificent, respected wizards by many in the land...and there was no war. The Reader just wants to sleep for a decade at this point, but Fate had other plans for them.