See No Evil: Existential Questions (ch. 22) (Patreon)

I wasn't a religious person. Never had been. It just never really spoke to me. It was probably a trust thing, I reflected. It was hard for me to put faith in anything -- things, people, much less myself. And faith was a blind jump version of trust, which was already difficult for me to give out and only when it was earned. Not that it really mattered. Being a paranoid asshole might not be enough to keep me out of heaven, but the murders sure did.

I wasn't religious, but the guy in front of me sure was.

That too wide, too wild smile slipped a fraction, his hand was unwavering. There was a long silence and behind him, I saw the handful of men exchange wide-eyed looks. Next to me, Revy tensed, ready to spring into action.

"I… what?" The white-haired guy questioned, blinking at me like he couldn't quite understand what I was saying. Like saying no to cocaine wasn't possible.

"I'm sorry, but I don't partake," I repeated myself, my voice firm. It would be so much simpler if I just did the drugs. A quick sniff and I would be golden. I just couldn't do it. The idea of putting that in my body was revolting on a fundamental level. If people wanted to do cocaine, then all the power to them, but I didn't. So, I wouldn't.

The guy stared at me for another long moment, "...What?' He questioned again, and he seemed to really be struggling with the concept that I didn't want to do cocaine.

The guys behind the white-haired guy shifted, looking like they were about to flip the table and cower behind it. That wasn't a good sign. Though it did send a jolt of adrenaline through me and the cogs in my mind started moving, "It's for personal reasons. I don't mean to cause any disrespect towards you or your beliefs," I added, trying to mollify him. It didn't work.

The confusion started to melt into anger and it was then that Revy sighed as she lifted up her mask. She grabbed the guy's hand, pressed her nose to the white powder, and snorted sharply. The guy blinked, looking at Revy while she thumbed her nose off before resecuring her mask. "There, it's done. Can we do business or what?"

The anger faded and that smile was right back in full force, "Of course! I'm Snowflame!" He introduced himself, his eyes sliding to me and there was anger in his eyes even if he continued to smile. He didn't like me. And that was bad for reasons beyond that I was doing a deal with the guy.

I recognized the name. There was a video I watched years ago about wild DC characters, and a villain powered by cocaine was hard to forget.

"I'm an associate for the Penguin," I introduced myself, and it was only then that I realized I needed a name. A code name. Something flashy, like… Discard… or Dealer, or Shuffle or something. Something related to cards. Revy nodded as well, not bothering to introduce herself.

There was a third tense silence as Snowflame stared at me, sizing me up. I didn't look away or back down, simply staring right at him. Not that he could tell with my mask, but my contacts also recorded everything that I was seeing, so at least I got a good profile picture for the guy if I ended up turning him over to the cops.

"Hm," he hummed, "Leave your car here, you'll be driving with us to our operation. I look forward to seeing if you can deliver as promised." He said, and I heard the or else that went unsaid. I simply nodded in acceptance and stepped out of Snowflame's way before he could shoulder check me.

As I stepped out of the way, I caught the look that Revy sent me from behind her mask. I could just feel her annoyance rolling off of her, and I could only offer an apologetic shrug in response. I did feel bad that she took the hit for me, but I didn’t exactly regret it since I knew Revy cared far less about drug use than me.

I fell in step behind Snowflame with Revy behind me, and the group behind her. Snowflame led us to a pair of cars and he gestured for me to get in the front seat. I walked toward the jeep, sparing a glance at the interior of my car to find it empty. As expected, Cassandra had ignored my order to staying put, but that was useful in this case. Snowflame leaned against his car, watching me carefully. I met his gaze and took out my deck before pressing a blank card to the car and sealed it away.

Snowflame’s smile widened a fraction as he got in the car and I walked over. That was the reason why he hadn’t thrown a fit and called off the deal. I just sealed away about a ton of metal and rubber. I could do the same to a hundred million in cocaine. I got into the seat next to Snowflame, while Revy sat behind me. One of the men from the bar sat behind Snowflame, while the others got into a different car.

My gaze lingered on the other car for a moment, searching for Cassandra, and I’m pretty sure that I found her hanging underneath the other car. That was… good. I thought she might have run off when she realized what was going on -- just because she had a communication disability didn't make her stupid. Before I could draw attention to her, Snowflame drove off.

"It's a great day to be a believer," Snowflame started and I realized he was the kind of religious person that talked about his God like most people talked about the weather. "Had a big scare with that hurricane -- not much for believing in omens, but a massive hurricane appearing just as the specialist courier and a new deal is about to happen?" He tsked and shook his head.

Okay. So… selling cocaine was his version of proselytizing? "No, just some idiot with a weather-controlling machine." I hated how that was a thing. "My employer was sparse on details, but it sounds like you've looked forward to this?" I tried to make small talk, and that seemed to be the ticket.

"American markets have been an absolute travesty. Superheroes crawling out of the woods left, right and center -- old trade routes and smuggling lanes have been busted, so importing is dicey, especially in cities with known heroes." Snowflame explained, the previous slight apparently forgotten. Or he just enjoyed talking shop. "Gotham is the crown jewel of America, but Batman is good at what he does. Any major operation gets shut down, so most only send in a trickle of their products to avoid his notice."

We pulled off the highway and started driving on some off-roads, to the cocaine farm, I'm guessing. "Whoever controls Gotham is the king of the hill," Snowflame continued with a chuckle. And I saw what he meant by that. In comics, being the Kingpin of Gotham seemed to elevate two-bit mobsters like Black Mask into internationally recognized criminals.

Or, even cutting a piece of that pie gave you a long reach. The Blackgaters, a prison gang, had members across America. Mr. Cobblepot had enterprises across the globe. I understood it better after a few months. Gotham was the crime capital of America. It was the hill that everyone wanted to stand at the top of. But Batman and his family knocked down every would-be kingpin and gatekept the top.

"Not that I'm interested in any of that," Snowflame clarified. "The good people of Gotham have been deprived of quality cocaine! They've been getting it from deprived farmers who only care about money or their lives -- there's no love, no passion!" He sounded pissed about it and proved it by slamming a fist onto the horn as we drove a winding off-road. "If it weren't a sin, I wouldn't even snort it! Much less let others and let that be their impression of my Lord and God, Cocaine."

This was… weird, I thought, trying to pay attention to him and the turns we were taking. Just in case. I thought he would be more… crazy about it, but if you replaced Cocaine with Jesus or God or whatever, it would sound like a normalish conversation.

Though, I was still worried about what the consequences would be for being a non-believer.

"What in the hell do you mean, god?" Revy questioned bluntly, making me tense. But Snowflame just laughed in response. I'm guessing because she took the hit. I doubt I would have gotten the same reaction.

"Exactly what I said -- Cocaine is my God," Snowflame explained, "I was once a humble drug addict in Colombia, snorting whatever I found until one day… one day I stumbled into a deal. A shootout happened and I was in the wrong place at the right time. The two sides started a shooting, and one tossed a Molotov on the cocaine. A dust explosion happened as the cocaine went up, and I was caught in it. But instead of being blasted apart, I gained a blessing. Instead of seeing my poor, wretched life flash before my eyes, I saw a Divine vision of my Lord that gave me my mission -- to spread his word and love to all those that will accept him in their hearts and noses."

I saw Revy look at me, her expression hidden but I knew her bewildered expression matched mine. A good thing about wearing a mask, I quickly learned, was that I could hide my expression and simply nod, like that made sense and was completely understandable.

"You're fucking nuts," Revy decided. I wasn't surprised by how blunt she was being, but now really wasn't the time. You can't just tell a uniquely religious drug lord with superpowers that they're crazy. They might react poorly.

"Oh?" Snowflame uttered, not exactly sounding offended but he turned to me. "Is that what you think, Associate of the Penguin?" He asked, a sharp tone in his voice. Daring me to lie. And to tell the truth.

Young Justice was a toned-down DC comics world, but it was still a DC comics world.

"Just because I don't worship any god doesn't mean that they aren't real. We have space police, aliens, magic, and so on -- I don't know if what you saw was a god, but I believe that you saw something," I answered, hedging a bit but it was an honest opinion. A cocaine god was a bit much for me, but it could have been a… cocaine elemental or something. In a place like this, it was easier to believe all things were true until proven otherwise.

"Surprisingly open-minded of you," Snowflame remarked, but that was all that he said. With that, we lapsed into silence as he drove us through the thick jungle. We took a winding road and I was forced to give up recalling every turn we took. I just tried to recall the direction back to the main road.

Eventually, after a few hours of driving, I saw the cocaine farm. There was a cleared out area -- a long hanger-like building, and across from it was a few buildings. The farm seemed rather large and I saw quite a few people working on it, but… it didn't seem big enough to produce a hundred million worth of cocaine. I looked it over, letting my contacts record everything, and Snowflame seemed to notice.

"This is a small farm. I have them sprinkled throughout Brazil, Venezuela, and Colombia. Here is where the body of my Lord is shipped for distribution," Snowflame explained as we drove up to the hanger building. He got out, prompting me to do the same. The other car parked beside us, so I couldn't stealthily check to see if Cassandra was still underneath it

I wondered if she would stay. I had no clue where she stood on the issue of drugs, and this Cassandra Cain was a fair bit younger than the one found in comics. She was around fourteen or fifteen. Before she had met the Batfamily. I just knew her stance on killing and… well… Revy and I were both killers.

Instead, I simply adjusted my jacket and fell in step with Snowflame -- I was really glad that my weather resistance didn't just apply to the cold. I would be boiling between the humid heat and all the clothing that I wore. Snowflame led us to the hanger before one of his guards opened the door for us. Inside was…

"Holy shit," I muttered, spotting the product instantly. A pallet of cocaine was piled up to about five feet. There were four pallets in total, all stacked with about twenty-five million in cocaine. It was both less and more than I expected. A hundred million dollars… I expected there to be dozens of pallets to fit the image of that stupidly high number. But, at the same time, it was so much cocaine. Kilos stacked upon kilos. In recent weeks, I had seen a fair bit of the drug and every gram that I had seen so far would barely make up a fraction of one pallet.

"It's all weighed, cut and measured -- just awaiting transport," Snowflame said, placing a hand on one of the pallets protectively. "Would you care to test its quality?" He asked, his smile a bit too sharp.

I had an answer prepared for that, "No need," I quickly dismissed. He really was angling to get me to take a hit of cocaine. "Given all that you've said, I can't imagine you would taint the body of your god with anything," I said, and I saw a flash of annoyance flash over his face, telling me that I was right. I'm guessing it'd be the equivalent to asking a Christian to break a cross, or something.

Suppressing a smile, I took out my phone and dialed a number. It picked up on the first ring, "Is the product all there?" Mr. Wake asked, his voice modulated but I knew it was him.

"It is," I confirmed while Snowflame took out his own phone.

"Sending the money over now," Mr. Wake said and I saw a smile appear on Snowflame's lips. "Half now, the rest upon delivery." And with that, he hung up before the call could be traced.

"Pleasure doing business with you. I expect we'll be seeing a lot of each other in coming months," Snowflame said and I took out my cards and tossed them on the pallets. They vanished, leaving me with-

My train of thought was abruptly cut off when I felt someone tackle me. I hit the ground, caught off guard, but I heard the sharp scraping sound of metal on concrete. I blinked, bewildered, and saw that it was Cass that had tackled me before she rolled to her feet to dodge a… a shuriken?

Scrambling to my feet while Revy unholstered her guns and pointed them at the ceiling, I saw what she was pointing at. There was a fucking ninja on the rafters. Decked out in black clothing, he had lighter black wrappings around his hands and feet, while a black mask obscured his face. A sword was in one hand, and in the other-

"Revy!" I shouted as the ninja launched a kunai at Revy as she started firing. She dodged out of the way, just as the ninja sprinted across the rafters to dodge. Sparks erupted around the ninja as Revy's bullets punched through the sheet metal of the hanger. Then he suddenly dropped to the ground, a grappling hook on the rafters that slowed his descent, letting him drop fifty feet with no issue.

A ninja. It was an actual ninja. The League of Shadows was here. And they nearly killed me.

Cassandra. My gaze shot to her to find her distracted when a second ninja seemed to appear from thin air to rush at the girl, a short sword in her hands. A tanto. My Naruto weeb days allowed me to identify the weapon. Cassandra seemed undaunted and rushed to fight the woman, launching herself at her with a grace that I could only compare to Tifa. Cassandra went high with a high knee as she effortlessly dodged a short thrust of the weapon before grabbing onto the wrist of the female ninja.

They fought like they were moving in fast forward, just a little too quickly to be possible. The ninja countered, attempting to break the arm of the hand that was on her wrist, only to nearly be tripped when Cassandra lightly kicked her ankle when she went to move a step forward. It was memorizing to watch, but I had bigger priorities.

I was useless in a straight-up fight. I was working on changing that, but for now, I was only a liability. I couldn’t fight an actual ninja. So, that left me being support.

“They aren’t ours, Snowflame,” I shouted as I shot a card from my deck into my hand. He stood still, ignoring the shouting of the guard that funneled into the building. His gaze was on a man with a knife sticking out of his neck. When had that happened? The hanger was a place of chaos, gunshots echoing in the large building, mixed with shouting as people fired at shadows. It was such a mess that I nearly missed a third ninja attacking.

Snowflame seemed to hear me despite my words nearly being lost in a sea of noise. He looked up, his gaze meeting mine and I saw that his expression was stony. Then he nodded, showing that he believed that this wasn’t us. That was a relief.

Still, I knew who they were here for. My gaze turned toward Cassandra to find her winning the fight while I ran for cover. I unsealed one card that was underneath my glove, my pistol appeared. In my other hand was a foam cement card -- one I hadn’t tested in actual combat, but that I had tested to see how it worked.

“Cass!” I shouted, getting Cassandra’s attention before her eyes widened. She knew what I planned to do, so I wasted no time. I flung the card forward, and it sailed through the air with surprising straightness until it landed at the feet of the ninja. She jumped away, just not in time to avoid all of the concrete foam that erupted from the card.

The dull gray foam puffed up, rising to ensnare one foot, and then it hardened instantly and trapped her foot inside. The female ninja hit the ground soundlessly, one leg propped in the air at an awkward angle. Even still, she didn’t seem to think that she was out of the fight because she lashed out at the concrete that held her with her tanto, and to my surprise, the concrete broke apart. Just at the cost of breaking every bone in her foot.

But the woman wasn’t a match for Cass at her best, and as a cripple on her back, Cassandra knocked the woman out with a well-placed punch to the temple. She looked back at me, and it was then I realized my mistake. I shouldn’t know her name. This wasn’t the time to explain anything, though, so I turned my attention to the other ninjas. Two more joined the fray, I saw. Bullets flew left, right and center, and the ninjas were in the thick of it to maximize friendly fire where they could.

I couldn't use my smoke screens or gasses. It would only help the ninjas. I fell back while Cassandra threw herself into the mix. My attention went to the ceiling, looking for more ninjas. If there were any, then I didn't see them, but given that they were actual trained ninjas, for all I knew there were a hundred of them up there. So, with that thought in mind, I pulled out a card and unsealed it.

An LMG appeared in my hands. I braced it against my shoulder and started firing at the ceiling. It bucked against my shoulder like a jackhammer, but I kept control of the gun all the same as it spat out empty casings. And it was like kicking an anthill because a dozen of them dropped from the ceiling. They threw shuriken and kunai at me, forcing me to dive behind cover, the sharpened pieces of steel shredding the box I was hiding behind and did the same to the wall behind me.

"That's my LMG!" I heard Revy roar with anger. Though she wasn't pissed enough to not shoot the ninja that dropped onto the box I hid behind with an unnecessarily flashy flip, a katana held in hand and poised to hack me to pieces with. His body jerked once when Revy shot him, then he was blasted back when I pointed my gun at him and pulled the trigger. Bullets tore through his body in a short burst before he fell over dead.

"I'll pay you back," I reassured her as she grouped up with me.

Snowflame was an anchor in the fight. Ninjas laid dead alongside his guards, so the handful that remained stuck closely to him. His body was coated in white fire, but his expression was surprisingly somber as he punched a ninja's head right off. Cassandra fought against two of them at once, deftly dodging and weaving between blows before countering with her own.

Revy fired at whatever ninja that neared, sprinting and leaping to dodge their choice of projectiles. She did a good job at it. That just left me taking potshots, keeping the rest of my cards in reserve.

Then every hair on the back of my neck stood on end, and I listened to my instincts. I threw myself forward, over the crate that I had been hiding behind. Rolling to my feet, I clumsily took aim to see a man behind me, no weapon in his hands -- or that's what I thought before his hand moved in a blur and the same moment I pulled the trigger, something lodged itself in the barrel.

That's pure bullshit, I had time to think before the barrel of the gun blew out, a loud bang ringing in my ears but, despite my shock, I took count of my fingers and saw that they were all there. The gun didn't seem to have taken anything off me. "Who the hell are you?" I asked, ready to throw a card at the guy.

His face was uncovered, even if he was dressed in the same sort of style as the ninjas. An older man with a squared jaw, a nose that looked like it had been broken more than a few times, and white hair. The wrinkles that gathered gave him a severe expression. I had no clue who he was, but based on who was fighting behind me, I could guess.

“You have good instincts,” David Cain remarked, his tone light, yet it carried in all of the chaos. “But I’m here to retrieve my wayward daughter. Step aside, and I might spare your life.”

That got an honest laugh out of me, “Pull the other. No matter what, you’re going to kill everyone here,” I refuted. I knew how things worked by now. All those offers of mercy were all bullshit, no matter who was spewing it. It was for the same reason I killed those Blackgaters. That ‘what if’ was too dangerous to leave alone, possibly spilling the beans to whoever might hear. Maybe nothing would happen, but maybe something would.

His lips curled into a thin smile as he clasped his hands behind his back, walking around the crate, uncaring of the bullets flying around. I couldn’t tell, but I’m guessing that the others were being distracted with ninjas. “Perhaps. Those abilities that you have do seem useful -- swear yourself to me, and I will spare your life in exchange for your servitude.”

“Sorry, but someone else’s leash is already around my neck,” I refused instantly. The Penguin… I could manage him, as crazy as it sounded. I spent the past two months with him -- I knew what he wanted, and how to be useful to him. And I knew how to beat him. The League of Shadows was a different beast. Ra’s al Ghul was an immortal monster of a man that could take everything I threw at him and more.

“I’m afraid you don’t get a choice in the matter,” David informed, striding towards me. A card appeared in my hand, and I came to a very swift decision.

He had to die here. No matter what. I did not need the League of Shadows showing up in the middle of the night to kidnap me.

“Neither me or your daughter are leaving with you,” I responded, flinging the card while I started moving. A cloud of smoke emerged from the card, but I knew better than to think that the pepper spray infused smoke would be more than a mild irritation at best. At the same time, I threw two other cards into the cloud of smoke, hoping that would disguise their entry, and activated them. Concrete foam splashed out, some of it escaping the other side while the second card activated.

Pure electricity crackled through the cloud infused with silver dust, and it sounded like a loud clap. Almost as loud as a gunshot. The cloud began to disperse, and logic said that the guy was probably down for the count. Except this was DC comics. Logic did not exist here. Not only was David probably alive, but he was also about to get the drop on me.

I knew my tropes.

My pistols appeared in my hands as I retreated from the cloud of smoke, heading towards Cassandra as she fought a ninja. The smoke cleared not a moment later, revealing a stunning lack of a dead David Cain. My eyes searched for him, but I found no trace of him through the wisps of smoke. It was like he had simply vanished. My lips thinned as I looked up, and it was there that I found him, standing on a rafter. How he got up there, I had no clue, but that wasn't important at the moment.

I took aim and started firing and he flung something at me. I started to dodge before I felt someone kick me in the kidney, knocking me off course by a fraction of an inch. Time seemed to slow as I managed to track the throwing knife with my eyes to see it sail harmlessly by me. Something that wouldn't have happened without that kick. Cass saved my life again.

Rolling to my feet, I took aim while a hand went to my deck. Peeling off the top three cards, I flung them in David's general direction before releasing them. More foam concrete flew in his direction, and this time I saw him drop from the ceiling with a flip. I took aim with my gun, intent to seize the opportunity, only to have the pistol kicked out of my hand.

Murder Weapon appeared in my other, intent on taking a swing, only to falter when I saw it was Cass. Her expression was pained like she was bitterly disappointed, and it was easy enough to guess why. But… my moral compass pointed in whatever direction I needed it to point rather than north as it did with Cass. David had to die. Because if he didn't, then we both were going to end up as slaves to a centuries-old assassin.

The distraction cost us both when David neared. He launched himself at Cass with a high kick, and they began a deadly dance. I flanked out, pulling out my deck. Both of them moved a bit too fast for me to want to get in close, and all I had left were area effect cards. I had been prepared to fight normal drug dealers -- concrete foam for instant cover, pepper spray gas to blind them, some electricity to take a group of them out. And big guns if that didn't work. It just wasn't effective on ninjas.

I could throw a card and just accept that I would hit both of them, but I wasn't sure if that was a good idea. I didn't know how Snowflame was going to react to his people dying, so possibly having Cass stuck here for a time with her legs covered in cement would be deadly. And if Cassandra watched her father get executed when he was helpless, then whatever fragile trust she had in me and Revy would shatter.

I caught movement out of the corner of my eye to see a ninja rushing me, a katana racing to take my head off. Reacting on instinct, I swung my bat at the blade to block it. The ninja must have thought that he would have cut straight through it, only to barely nick the wood. Forcing the blade to the side, I shifted my grip and slammed the bat into the ninja. He tried to dodge, and narrowly avoiding a headshot, but the bat landed on his collarbone. It snapped like a twig, despite the fact that there wasn't anywhere near the right amount of force to deliver such a blow.

I didn't question it in favor of hitting the guy in the side of the head as he recoiled. He went down and I took in the situation -- Revy and Snowflame were all that was left. The guards were all dead, and each was dealing with a handful of ninjas. Behind me were David and Cassandra fighting it out.

This wasn't looking good. David had to die. The others too, ideally. Revy had to be running out of bullets by now. That left Snowflame.

"This mortal vessel has been blessed by White Hot Ecstasy, fools! You only make me stronger with every blow that you land!" Snowflame shouted, sounding furious as he laid into the ninjas. His clothing was cut to shit, he had plenty of nicks and cuts covering him, but he was on his feet and fighting. He was winning too, all evidence to the contrary.

I needed him to kill David and the others. It would put me and Cassandra in the clear and Cassandra would blame Snowflame for their deaths. And I had just the thing to pull that off.

In the hand that carried my deck, I peeked off two cards -- each a pallet of cocaine. Dropping a pallet at him would probably hurt him. As I ran forward, half to cover and half to Snowflame, I just combined to two cards, knowing that unsealing them to combine them in reasonable amounts would give everything away. I pictured a single kilo of cocaine and fused the two cards together.

Kilo of Cocaine. A-Rank.

Unsealing it as I ran, I took aim at Snowflame… then I shifted my target to a ninja before throwing it. The cocaine flew through the air at the ninja, who sensed it coming. He reacted instantly, slashing at the cocaine as he dodged out of the way. The now opened kilo continued forward, smacking into Snowflame and dousing him in the powder.

Snowflame gasped, going still and suffered deadly consequences for it. Five ninjas seized the opportunity and thrust their weapons into Snowflame. For a second, I thought I had gotten him killed when I went for cover behind a cutting table that got flipped over. That thought was quickly put to rest when Snowflame dropped to a knee, grabbing the two halves of the kilo, completely ignoring that he had nearly half a dozen swords skewering him.

"This…" I heard him utter before he sniffed once. The white flames around him grew brighter and larger, and I watched in awe as the swords that punched through his body grew red hot. Then were reduced to molten slag. The ninjas retreated a half step back, then a few more as the heat washed over them. "This is…"

The flames grew brighter, illuminating the hanger like the sun itself was inside. The fighting slowed and all eyes were on Snowflame. Tears began to drip from his eyes, trailing down his cheeks as he looked down at the two halves of kilos. It was a somber sight until Snowflame slammed his face into the cocaine with a puff of powder. Despite being a good thirty feet away, I heard the guy snort it all up.

He practically inhaled the wrapping before he pulled his head back, his face covered in powder. For a moment. With a mighty breath, Snowflame breathed it and it was like his nostrils were drawing every speck of cocaine on him. The powder was lifted from his face and clothes where it disappeared up his nose. His hands were clenched into fists that trembled by his side. The flames shone brightly, dancing around his frame…

Then he started to float. His eyes snapped open and they were all pupil before contracting into a needlepoint. "I…. HAVE FOUND GOOOOOOOOOD!" Snowflame screamed at the top of his lungs, throwing his head back as he threw out his arms, floating there like a mockery of a cross. "OH, LORD, PLEASE FILL THIS UNWORTHY VESSEL WITH YOUR LOVE!!!"

I might have made a mistake.

I realized that as the flames seemed to engulf Snowflame. White fire emerged from his eyes, and the white fire began to spread to the ground around him, twisting around Snowflame while he twitched where he hovered.

"OH, yourTHANKwishYOUshallLORDbe! THANKgrantedYOUohFORmostYOURfaithfulLOVEofANDworshipersECTASY!" Snowflame screamed, but his voice was layered. Like someone else was speaking at the same time he was.

Oh, yeah, I definitely made a mistake.