Tara was back, Tara was back and Theo’s mind was a mess. He’d embraced his inner demon, out of anger and pain. He had become something evil, all for what, revenge?

What was he?

He held the crystal ball Lilith had given him to his chest, closing his eyes. “I need you, please, I need to see you.” He said softly, looking down at it. “I know you can hear me, a̵͖̾ñ̵̘s̴̭̋w̵͍͛e̸͕͝r̶̟̅ ̸̣̾m̴̯̓e̴̗͑!̵̞̌” 

He sobbed, pressing his forehead to the crystal ball. “What am I? Why am I a demon? Was it the dread doctors?” 

Tertio was indeed grumbling, still very sore from the prior afternoon’s fight with his brother, the first emeritus. He had been stomping out of the main cathedral, angrily heading away from their fight, when a swath of snow fell onto him, immobilizing him into place.