gathering dust in the hallways of death
Harry doesn't speak more than necessary as he carefully marks off the pair of rooms with chalk and chips of ice. There's an uneasy vibe hanging over the entire Main Gauche, but at least the fighting has stopped. Unearthly, disembodied moans of pain can be heard almost everywhere, but Harry has been given those who will never speak again.
He feels detached as he goes through the ritual, sealing off the two rooms from heat transfer and lowering the temperature to near-freezing. He's fairly certain he'll be throwing up later, once the post-battle high wears off. For now, he will do his duty. Both sides have fought bravely tonight, and while the battle itself may not have been completely honorable, these are the heroes today. There is no winning side. And maybe that's okay.
He puts the finishing touches on the spell and watches the flame on the single candle spring to life, standing watch between the doorways of the temporary morgue. Inside, both angels and demons are laid side-by-side. Far too many.
Harry has never really believed in God. But tonight, he stands guard over the bodies of the fallen and honors their sacrifice.
He feels detached as he goes through the ritual, sealing off the two rooms from heat transfer and lowering the temperature to near-freezing. He's fairly certain he'll be throwing up later, once the post-battle high wears off. For now, he will do his duty. Both sides have fought bravely tonight, and while the battle itself may not have been completely honorable, these are the heroes today. There is no winning side. And maybe that's okay.
He puts the finishing touches on the spell and watches the flame on the single candle spring to life, standing watch between the doorways of the temporary morgue. Inside, both angels and demons are laid side-by-side. Far too many.
Harry has never really believed in God. But tonight, he stands guard over the bodies of the fallen and honors their sacrifice.