[His star faded in his arms. He... expected to returned to the Throne of Heroes, as no thought remained in the oblivion of non-existence. Diarmuid had been through this song and dance three times by now, never truly allowed to rest and always when he had so much left behind.
Instead in the second time since July, he awoke somewhere he didn't recognize. For a moment anyway since this was clearly Purgatory or so the sign said. Kind of on the nose wasn't it?
Not the Throne of Heroes because if he were there he wouldn't have manifested like he just walked through a house on fire and rolled in dirt with a number ticket and the face of a man who knew damn well he fucked up.]
day 4 onward
Instead in the second time since July, he awoke somewhere he didn't recognize. For a moment anyway since this was clearly Purgatory or so the sign said. Kind of on the nose wasn't it?
Not the Throne of Heroes because if he were there he wouldn't have manifested like he just walked through a house on fire and rolled in dirt with a number ticket and the face of a man who knew damn well he fucked up.]