★ 115th Butterfly ★

[proudbutterfly]

Greetings and Salutations, O ladies and gents of this fine City of cities~♫ This is your humble servant, the Mad Hatter, giving one possibly last transmission to one's beloved audience. The destinations of our futures are unknown, one would not dare to guess this time is the last one. What wonders would our paths show us ahead? There is no final

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[dreamsofnoah]

...you're leaving?

[dreamsofnoah]

I never thought you would, you've been here since I arrived.

[dreamsofnoah]

You're leaving me the Circus?

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[proudbutterfly]

One left once already, darling girl. This won't be the first time, but the second time. Perhaps when this jester becomes bored of Count Asmodai's advances and Duke Astaroth's insanity, one will return to this jewel of City.

[mr_phale]

...

It has been... interesting.

Er. I can't in good conscience really wish you good luck, you know. But... take care, Hatter.

[proudbutterfly]

What a kind thoughtful answer, dear Magician. ♥

Ahhhhhh. You can wish good luck with clear conscience, perhaps this jester should have told you months ago but the war between the Children of Heaven and us has already ended.

[mr_phale]

Still, sympathy for the-- er. Not entirely encouraged, you know.

Nonetheless. Good luck. I shall miss working with you.

Warded;

[proudbutterfly]

No sympathy for...? Ohhhhh.

Let one whisper a small secret of the last battle: there was no significant difference between Heaven and Hell and between those who were branded Fallen and those who were not officially.

In the holy hermit's partying words, the conflict ended.

You can say you worked with this Mad Hatter with your head high in pride~♫

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[jiyuna_togabito]

You've found an exit, I take it. Where is it?

[private]

[proudbutterfly]

Ohhhhhhh. This exit would be useless to you. There is only one realm after the gates open and if you feel like visiting Sheol be one's guest. It's an experience very few survive.

[private]

[jiyuna_togabito]

Sheol? You seem quite certain that it's going to be your gate.

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[proudbutterfly]

Shouldn't be one? The stench of Hell's new entrails have a peculiar pulse one recognizes. ♥

[deathbutler]

And thus, the final bow~

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[proudbutterfly]

Speak so foul of this act. Final when the shows always must go on!

[proudbutterfly]

One has a partying present for you. Another vial with Cinderella magic. Remember it must be drank during full moon and that ends when midnight tolls.

[deathbutler]

The curtains drawn for intermission, then~

Aaaah, but the Hatter spoils.