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[falsehymn]

❝But I tell you, do not swear
an oath at all:
either by Heaven, for it is God’s throne;
or by the earth,
for it is His footstool;
or by Jerusalem, for it is the
city of the Great King.
And do not swear by your head,
for you cannot make even
one hair white
or black.
All you need to say is simply 'Yes' or 'No';
anything beyond this comes from
the evil one.
—Matthew 5:34-37

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hey dw why didn't you send me this tag huh

[trollophoroi]

[ Does he want to talk about it? Does he...?! Like he's some sad little man in a sad little bar, which is exactly what he is, actually. Disgusting.

He takes a big drink from the bottle of whiskey he got when dealing with Solomon (because who doesn't need one after that guy huh). ]

Is there anything left to discuss? I have doomed my own world. If I am suffering, then it is what I deserve.

dw...!!

[legendofthelion]

[Yeah dude that's exactly what you are.

Finding out he doomed his world is honestly not the most surprising thing to come from Fandaniel. That he's remorseful of it is.]

Maybe. [She doesn't think this place is really a place of judgement, but it sure is suffering.] Is it already gone?

[trollophoroi]

Not yet, no. My wish was to ensure it, but...

[ No longer, apparently. He shrugs, though. He should feel worse. He sort of does, but also doesn't; it's a complicated, disconnected feeling, and he'd very much like to drown it. ]

T'would seem the heroes get their chance after all, though how they will defend against such a foe, I do not know. All I did was remove the safeguard placed to keep it at bay.

[legendofthelion]

Then it sounds like there's still a world back there that can judge you instead. [And not some random other god in some random other galaxy. And Sika.] I'd be surprised if any of us get a wish at the end of this.

[trollophoroi]

Hmm, seeing as I am already dead and damned, they won't even get to judge me properly. What a pity...

[ Although he isn't so sure the one who ended him for good felt much like judging him one way or another. Curse those silent protagonists. ]

No wishes? Perhaps not you, but a contract is a contract. Sika Madu will have to grant a wish that at least meets the letter of the wish, if not the intent. Assuming they win in their little rebellion, anyhow.

[legendofthelion]

Yeah, assuming they do. [...] But I think with Sika Madu, the letter means more than the intent. What did you ask for?

[trollophoroi]

As I said before, my original wish was to ensure the end of my world's existence.

[ Fuuuun times, however, he said original, and he's definitely taking another swig off what whiskey bottle before continuing. ]

Only that is no longer it, and so I am set adrift in my own foolish sea.

[legendofthelion]

[Hmm, if Dehya were a shady contractor, how would she work this...]

Well, did the contract include when your world had to end? Maybe that's not for hundreds or thousands of years or more.

[trollophoroi]

[ Fandaniel looks at Dehya, then at his bottle of booze, then back at Dehya, then— no, he isn't this drunk yet. He can't just pretend not to hear her and put his head down yet. ]

Considering how they often suggested I reconsider, I imagine that could have happened, actually. So it would seem I was lacking in my wording... or would be, if I still intended for it.

But that is indeed a fair example of how Sika Madu could turn a wish on its ear.

[legendofthelion]

Or how you could. Maybe you can't revise your contract--[Can he? Honestly, maybe Sika is amenable.] But you can at least hold it off.