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❝  𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈'𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘. i already told you, i’m best buds with those lumberjacks and the angel brooding by the car.  ❞

❝  𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘, 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐓.  ❞  brow quirked at the hint of silver and divinity grasped tightly in human hands, the angel folded her hands in front of her. her posture was neat and straight, by all appearances relaxed. it was the nightness around her EYES that gave away the contrary.  ❝  i’d assume that you rather not be brought back to Heaven so soon, Mary Winchester. am i correct?  ❞

𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄, 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 a door Jericho hadn’t even known was closed before he flipped through those pages. Vanya Hargreeves, the woman who spilled the secrets of the elusive Umbrella Academy. the Ghost had never heard much about them growing up, they were a FAIRY TALE to him. 

finding the comics cemented that belief, but when Life as Number Seven came out, he was SHOCKED to find it all to be true. and that there were others like him. suddenly, he wasn’t alone. not in the way he originally was, anyway. he’d wondered how many others were out there, if they would come forward. but when NONE popped up in the wake of her book, Jericho remained in the shadows.

but curiosity was a fickle thing. he’d never intentionally sought out one of the Hargreeves kids or their WACK adoptive father, but when faced with one of them, he couldn’t help himself.  ❝  i read your book, it was very... enlightening. what inspired you to write it?  ❞

“I suppose that would depend on what you want Detective King.” Cops usually didn’t come looking for his brother unless they were LAPD. So Amenadiel was suspicious. “I could be willing to help if you tell me why. Are you here for a favor?”

❝  𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 triggering the end times? or are you incapable of living a normal, grease and alcohol fueled life with that pile of scraps you call a car?  ❞  Balthazar wasn’t sure if he should be amused, irritated, or worried. especially considering the CIRCUMSTANCES. though, he was more inclined to express his irritation above all others.  ❝  there is this thing called the taking it easy, you might want to look into it. if only for the well-being of everyone else on this rock.  ❞

❝  𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑?  ❞  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘, save for one man. he didn’t fit the description Vincent had gotten of the mysterious owner before driving out to the club, but the detective didn’t want to ASSUME otherwise. it would’ve been easier if the man had actually answered any of his calls before he flew in from Oregon, so they could set up a meeting, but getting a hold of Morningstar was harder than getting into his club, it would seem. and that was EASIER than it should have been. fishing out the badge from his jacket pocket, Vincent held it aloft for the other to see.  ❝  i’m Detective King, Portland PD.  ❞

❝ 𝐈'𝐌 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 another tale again, my friend.  ❞  the words were thick with emotion, throat tight as relief hit him hard. Thor had heard of the fall of the Warriors Three only after Asgard had been set on its course for Earth, though he had had his suspicions. the thunderer had thought she had faced the same FATE as their friends, and he was glad to be wrong.