Chapter 2

July 9th

2.1 I 102 Y
1. “I’ll start with the boot.”

2. “Alex, we didn’t even set up the table.”

3. “Yeah”, they shuckled, “I’m more than aware ! I just wanted to make
sure to get my piece−”

4. “You always choose the fucking boot.”

5. “And this is precisely my concern ! I wouldn’t want you three to betray

my ass.”

6. “Wha- are you for real ? You are the one who’s worried about betrayal,
now ?”

7. “... lol”

8. “For fuck’s sake, can you guys please focus ?”, sighed Gháysha.

9. “... joykill−”

10. “I can hear you, you clown. This is−”

11. “Hey, don’t talk shit about Alex.”

12. “... Don’t you call them so all the time ?”

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13. “BECAUSE I AM ME. YOU ARE YOU.”

14. “... So ?”

15. “oh my god i can’t even−”

16. “Guys− uhm, could we please focus on the succesful completion of this
E.V.A. mission−”

17. “Woah, I almost forgot you existed− ok no, what the fuck is going on
down there, bucko ?”

18. “Uh... I think I need help ?”

lol i just noticed i used enumerate instead of itemize, i’m absolutely

letting that in tho lmao Omari is currently entangled in her tether, unable
to move appropriately. Although everyone of her crewmates use propulsion
tools set on their backs, she is afraid of running out of fuel in the midst of the
E.V.A. and if we have to be honest, considering her singular co-ordination
abilities, she would have been several kilometers away from the ship by now
if she decided otherwise.
− “I knew you were into bondage, but this is very amateur work. Quite
disappointing, I must say−”

− “No time for such lubricious jokes, Alex. Don’t you see she’s wholly
tetanized ?”

− “No don’t worry, it’s fine−”

− “Well, these knots aren’t.”

− “lol, knots−”

− “ALEX.”

− “yeah, yeah, sorry...”

− “Are you alright guys ?”

− “Uhhh... Gháysha, can you objectively assess the situation here ?”

− “It’s gonna take several decaminutes to untangle her, I’m afraid.”

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− “But we don’t have that much oxygen left !... Do we ?”

− “No, indeed. We don’t. I’m going back inside to grab something to cut
this whole mess out.”

− “HEY there, I don’t wanna drift in the vast outer spa− oh god−”

− “Omari, we’re obviously gonna get you back in the airlock for that.”

− “Also uh, Gháysha, I’m closer to the airlock, I’ll go grab scissors.”

− “Oh, great idea ! I’ll hold Omari back in.”

− “I mean, we’re all gonna have to go back now, we only have a 22 minutes
of air left anyway.”

− “Ugh... That sucks. We’ll get back to it after dining.”

Now that she brought Omari back in the airlock, Gháysha notices that her
tether got stuck in the ventilations right outside the airdoor’s lock, prevent-
ing it to be closed. “I’m constantly impressed by the systematic misfortune
she brings about by merely existing”, she thinks to herself. As she presses
Omari to calm down and breathe more slowly, Alex pushes Chris to get, I
quote, “[his] ass back as soon as possible”. Despite being a part-time jerk,
Alex grows increasingly worried for the whereabouts of the E.V.A. and, by
extent, their crewmates’.

As the oxygen supplies deplete, and as Chris takes ever longer to get back,
Alex decides the time is ripe for a little “sacrifice”. Loosening their oxygen
hose from their helmet, connecting it to Omari’s, and Gháysha joining in, the
triple permutes their hoses in a modulo 3 additive fashion, like the units of
successive minutes. They now share what little air they collectively have, left.

It has now dropped to naught, and as they start to asphyxiate with Omari
scared to bits, there swoops Chris back in, making a beeline for that bloody
tether, cutting it at lightning speed, pressing himself to close the airlock
and get some air flowing back. “Oh too bad, I was starting to enjoy this”,
Alex smugly giggles.
“You honestly amaze me with how disgusting, inappropriate
and degenerate you can be, at times”, Gháysha impulsively unpacked with
judgemental eyes and her jaw wide-open.
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2.2 I 50 Y (Juno)

Many people are aware about angels and demons, to some extent. Less
so reapers. Honestly, how can people believe a single “Grim Reaper” would
be able to manage this many deaths per minute, without requiring a break
of some sort, every once in a while ? Ludicrous expectations. Maybe that
rose from some weird angelic dream, so they wouldn’t need to adapt to such
diverse peoples, substituting reapers with one, singular figure of authority,
for whom the bell calls and shows his badass, obscure character, instead.

Gershon is of the angelic class. A young one, whose mind is not fully
molded in the virtuous geriatric traditions of his class, yet. Ash, on the
other hand, is a reaper. They provide deceased souls to angelic trials, and
are then charged to bring the latter to Heaven, or Hell. Heaven is, of course,
absolutely not a cult in disguise. You have to behave in a particular manner,
have to praise the one and only God, or else you’ll be eternally damned in the
lair of demons, but this is what our ancestors might have called, a vibe check.
Damned souls lay eternal in the deems and deeds of degeneracy, demons and
their disgraceful servants copulating in an hedonistic hellscape.6

These two young lads are about, in this very day, to see their crosses
fate. A demon is on the loose, threatening to inform the mortal realm that
“god” is not a singular being, but a dynasty of frail gerontocrats. This is,
of course, defamation.9 Henceforth, reapers were asked to expressly find this
“deviant”, and to bring it back to its rightful lair.

The time was 20:21:10, in the middle of the night, the 9th of July, I 50 Y.
The location, 53°50’14.6”N 9°21’05.1”W. Lights were seen from afar, by the
small Irish town of Baile Mhic Craith, County Mayo. It does get a fair
bit worse namewise, but I’ll let you see by yourselves. American student &
reaper Ashley Burnett, who distanced themself from their family after a mild
amount of regrettable circumstances, made a trip near this peculiar place to
change their mind and to be childishly amused by the name of this very
nearby location, was first to find them out. After a swift swim to the other
side of the Castlebar Lough, there lied the demon, camping on the island,
6
Sponsored by the Church of Angelic Doors.
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Sponsored by the slightly different Doors of Church Angels.
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presumedly with similarly puerile intents. According to Ashley, the demon

was already dead upon arrival, its soul erring, waiting to be forfeit to the
first reaper who would path its cross. Regardless, the student was the one
to bring the demon’s soul for trial.

Due to the importance of the affair, angels were the ones to bring it back
to its proper realm, in order to leave reapers out of this affair, avoiding a
triadic-wide diplomatic crisis in the meantime. Regardless, Gershon Royure
was sent as an incognito bodyguard for Ashley, to keep an eye on their every
act and gesture, as well as of those who surround them.