“I pray that I’ve done good by you my Lord.”
“Okay, yes sir,” Crocogator speaks to the booming voice in the sky, his King. He rises.
Sacrificee Renaldo O’Donnell stands up from the sacrificial altar, heart beating again within him. He has a new one.
“I will take you to the King now.”
“Not those two silly beings. The real one. Over here.”
“Alright. Thank you again! Thank you so much.”
Hmph. I suddenly can’t remember why I’m here at the X. Something about finding something. But what?
He breathes deeply; massive, blood stained chest heaving.
Better get back to Buster over in Long Drive, Pitch thinks. Back to the dance — last thing I recall.
“Lovely tea, thank you,” Axis compliments after taking another sip. “So tell me more about yourself. Tell me more about this Omicron City you are from. Fascinating story! Serial killings and a demon. What was the demon’s name?”
Well, *he* sure cuts to the heart of things, Teebestia thinks, rubbing the front of her own exposed heart reflexively. But that was a name she dare not utter. Does — Axis know something about all this? How did he get so quickly to the unspeakable center? “I can’t recall,” she instead answers. “Something like Aspartame.” It was a joke name concocted during a particular drinking binge in a particular bar. With a particular person. Another seer, although in this case not also a seeker (of Truth). It served the purpose.
“Ahh,” he answered innocently (or tried). “Like the sugar substitute. Very clever. That always makes me nauseous — don’t know about you.”
“Oh I stay away from all that. Because of the name, see.”
“You’re smart.” He takes another sip. His voice was as bass as Baker Bloch’s. Teebestia’s was, how to put it, musical? She hits all the right notes for him at least. He looks at the heart again.
“And you? Tell me about your search for the heart of the X.”
We synchronize! “Well — a particular person at the heart who is also the heart.” He stares again. He *knows*.
Her room sealed it.