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[deimos_dot_com]

the brief interlude with his brother had done something to take his mind away from everything, just for that small while. But now, here, back in his home, it all came rushing forward again.

He was alone in his temple, the mess still not cleaned, drinking.

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[philammondotcom]

He was going to try this again, damn it.

And hopefully, he wouldn't run into that seductress Peitho again. Oh, last night had been horrible in so many ways. Coming home alone was the worst best thing he ever did for/to himself.

He appeared in the pantheon again, walking down an area he'd not been to in ages. It was much changed....

As he strolled, he came across...

.."Is this a .. bumper? What the..."

He looked directly to his left, to the god's residence there. Sure enough, there were bits and pieces of what looked to have been a really nice car, once, strewn all over the place. The garage was huge...

Frowning, he grabbed the bumper and lugged it to the front of the garage, dropping it there. Rubbing his dirty hands down the sides of his jeans, he wandered to the door.

And knocked.

[deimos_dot_com]

Dei drug himself off of the couch and peered out the door. "hello?" He eyed the fellow standing outside. In the drunken haze, the man looked familiar, but he couldn't place why.

[philammondotcom]

"Hey, I just found this bumper, and then saw the car in front, and wanted to make sure everything was..."

He drifted off, staring at the god before him.

"Wait a minute...You're Trent's boy! From Downward Spiral. Yes?"

[deimos_dot_com]

Dei started. He hadn't heard that name in a reference like that in a really long time.
"How the hell do you know that?"