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[Magic the Gathering: Duskmourne - House of Horror redux]

Avacyn watched the other four members of what she had decided to call the Pathwatch gathered at the Ghirapur Grand Prix with varying amounts of unease. She wouldn’t have let Aminatou be there if she hadn’t insisted fate decreed her presence, constantly fretting over the child’s wellbeing despite her apparently being the strongest Planeswalker of her generation Valgavoth, despite his penitence, still reeked of the fear and madness of the plane he had terrorised for millennia. His spawn and nightmarish whims drifted around him like a toxic miasma. The horror that had squirmed it’s way into my soul was quite plainly far worse than Valgavoth simply because having originated on a plane inhabited by demons, dread fae, dragons but no sentient beings with a moral framework more objectively just than that of Grixis before she had subsumed it I had decided she never needed any behavioural correction to begin with.

And the last member of the Pathwatch was literally 10 Bablovian squirrels in a trenchcoat and top hat collectively calling themselves Agent Deeznuts. Avacyn stared in fascinated helplessness at the complex systems of ropes, pulleys and gears that the squirrels within were frantically hauling on to make the automaton shamble around. Amanitou at least was avoiding eye contact with the thing and mouthing the words “just go with it” at her over and over again, but the demons were acting like it was the mysterious but hypercompetent professional it purported to be. Which meant to Avacyn that either she was being pranked with a very longwided bit…or that the squirrels had somehow fooled the demons as seamlessly as it had fooled the ticket greeter, several Ghirapur dignitaries and one of their targets. She took a deep breath.

“We agreed” she said, “the population deserves to know the truth”

“YOU agreed” corrected Shrylariatha, “while the rest of us humoured you”

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