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[dormition]

Minato is standing on a large highway bridge, and overhead the full moon is an eerie green, hanging overlarge and looming in the night. Fog roils across the suspended road, and when one looks carefully, they see puddles of blood undisturbed in the cracked potholes of the asphalt. More seeps from nooks and crannies and one or two abandoned, stopped

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[tiniestoverlord]

What's this all about?

[He recognizes this boy from before--that time when he somehow appeared in his castle. He never got his name.

But what interests him, though, isn't the boy, but the appearance of his surroundings, especially the eerie-green color the moon has taken on. The puddles of blood doesn't seem to faze him as much as they should, although every now and then he does glance at them warily.

Of course, he's still got that sword of his in hand. Just in case.]

[dormition]

[For his part, this Minato doesn't recognize him at all. There's a moment of bland, blank-faced surprise before he answers.]

You're awake, [he states obviously. It's very rare for people not to turn into coffins, and to instead stay conscious during the Dark Hour.] This is the Dark Hour. Who are you?

[tiniestoverlord]

Don't tell me you've forgotten me already! [He hasn't figured it out yet, obviously. It's a moment before he picks up the pieces of his wounded ego and adds,] Fine. I am the great Laharl, King of the Netherworld!

[dormition]

The Netherworld... [He takes a step forward, a single step, and stops. Minato examines him, his earlier surprised smoothed into pure apathy. Laharl's free to notice that his stats and title are different - "the Reaper" instead of "Messiah".]

What does it look like there? [He's completely dismissing the other half of this conversation.]