Ember In The Darrows

[Suicidium 1295]

 

Ember In The Darrows

 

 

 

Ignition.

 

Hurry, Eugeo! His bare legs moved like cold molasses, his hands like cold molasses. He wonders if this is real. If it’s a nightmare. It is real. He looked to El’ise, as she hobbles forward in the damp cellar that was heating up with an alarming ferocity. Her hands, so steady when she wielded her blade or reined horses that galloped across the fields, flutter like frantic birds, desperate for Eugeo to move faster. What an incredulous situation, for mere moments later, a tongue in cheek banter had been happening. The spectre, Camilla Windsor, had been provoked. 

 

No. No. No. 

 

The fiery embers consumed the shelves of Lotharingian & Savoyardic liquors, combusting the southeron drinks with an incessant, raging fury that grew beyond reasonable containment. Eugeo’s lean shadow was cast against the reddened illumination, falling as the cellar hatch was shut behind him. For a moment, there was a sigh of relief escaping Eugeo as he glanced to Sir Espen. 

 

The smells of pungent filth and brittle cold wafted in, as the patrons of the establishment came into view. A moment later, flames licked through the wooden flooring, signalling a grievous escalation. Safety is an illusion that is known never to be trusted. Eugeo worked quickly, yelling for everyone to run for their very lives. Perhaps that was the best providence of this evening, almost nobody got hurt. 

 

Relax, Estelle. A single savoyardic woman could only cower beneath her blankets trapped in her own stress and trauma as frantic sounds shouted, and failed to come to a conclusion on what was to be done..The fiery vortex swirled and immolated the premise beyond recognition as a dozen watched from the sides. Leaving only the charred fire and brimstone of the Rabbit’s Den to be lamented upon. 

 

Investigations were launched. Different, conflicting stories were told. One truth remained. 

 

Acquiesce in peace, Ye Ol’ Darrows Lavatory. 

 

Spoiler

Ye Old Darrows Lavatory

 

Thank you for reading this. 

 

 

[Sevastiel 285]

Solomon Takezo blinks as he reads the words, and then reads them again. Amusement and disbelief slowly melt away to concern, then quiet horror. Who? Why? How? Questions flicker through his mind like the tongues of flame, and his shoulders sag for just a moment with acceptance. Only a moment, of course, before they broaden once more. No. No no no. This is not a crime that will go unanswered. Or... Thats what he would say if he had the guts to do anything but try to uncover the truth, and turn over whatever monster started the blaze to those who regularly whetted their blades.

 

But from the ashes, rising like the phoenix, the Lavatory will be reborn.