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Oh crud. I'm not happy with Icarus' incredibly lame and drawn-out introduction of Chip to the concept of demons. I'm not even happy that it was explained at all, or that I had to use bloody Cordyceps fungi and Toxoplasma gondii to do it and then even had Icarus say, "No, that's not going to work, Sickle."

I mean, why?!? Why couldn't I have Icarus just out and out say, "Hey Chip, yeah, that guy you saw? Totally possessed yo. Yup, pretty shitty, isn't it? Well, that's the end of days for ya." I mean, I like his final explanation, but oh man was it dragged out of him. I was just sitting there going, "What the fuck, Icarus? Say it! No, don't be an enthusiastic entomologist!"

Oh guys, it sucks and the metaphor doesn't even make that much sense and everyone and their dog knows what "he's possessed!" means. Ugh.

And the worst thing is that the talk isn't over. They're going to have to talk about the wards, or at least Chip's going to have to double-check that they're safe and be all paranoid, and then they're going to have to get their anti-possession charms and I don't even know why there's demons in here at all in the first place except that maybe writing about monsters which are verbal is kinda fun and it's too soon for Kezef to pop in.

In conclusion: crud. Is it any wonder that I end the scene with, "Shit," said Chip, burying his face in the mattress? I think not.

"That man you saw, and others like him, come here for Dean. Not," he added, anticipating Chip’s comment, "because he’s our leader, or because he’s responsible for putting many of their ilk down, but because of who he is. They come for Chuck, too, to a lesser extent. They used to come for me too."

"But not anymore?"

Icarus took a deep breath and bowed his head, casting his eyes down to his hands lying loosely in his lap. "They call us the Trinity of Failure." He looked up at Chip, and something in the angel’s unearthly eyes shook Chip to the core. Images of glaciers inching out to sea filled his head, ice blocks the size of mountains falling off in a crash of snow and thunder, and he thought maybe this was how angels finished being broken.

"I am no longer an angel – or at least I won’t be much longer. Chuck is no longer the prophet – the host abandoned him as well, I gather. And Dean..." Icarus sighed. "He isn’t many things anymore, including the vessel."



5518 / 50000 words. 11% done!


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