She walked down the steps, she'd been watching for some time from the shadows and decided now would be an appropriate time to make herself known. No one had yet noticed at least.

Kizmat was extremely surprised and so he should be, the seer seemed to know she would turn up but that would be Mortismere, when would the cross dressing demon give up trying to predict what Charon would do next?

She sauntered down to where they were both standing, she pushed Seer out of the way and reached up and pressed herself against Kizmat, whispering something in his ear. Kizmat looked even more shocked as the woman in front of him grinned from ear to ear, he narrowed his eyes and looked upwards, hundreds of vultures appeared to be circling above the prison.

Mortismere was even more puzzled than Kizmat and the seer put together since he was currently staring at Charon wandering around the boundaries of Death Mansion but he was being told that she was in fact also talking with Kizmat and the Seer. How in hell could she be in two places at once? Comprehension dawned very slowly in Morty's minute excuse for a brain as he realised one of the Charon's had to be her twin Kali but which one?

Kizmat had cottoned on much quicker and as she moved towards the seer her saunter gave her away. She reached out and grabbed the old man round the throat with a shadowy hand, pulling him close to her and speaking in a language he had never heard but had read many times and he understood it but at the same time was so terrified he lost control of his bladder.
Kizmat also heard the language, it was language he hadn't heard in many years, it froze the soul if you had one and turned the heart to stone. It was a monstrous language, spoken only by those of the shadow realms, those who feared no one and a people so rarely seen no one he knew had ever set eyes on one. He knew exactly who this was....or did he?

He saw another shadow from the corner of his eye, it was quick but he knew someone else was there. What the hell was going on?


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