The Wolf's Den

[manicuredangel]

[His shoulders sag more than usual as if the weight of his role is pressed too hard upon him. He feels like can empathize at least a little bit with what Alexander must have felt in this role at the mansion, though he has no loved ones here to worry about while knowing who is who. Still, knowing the carnage that is about to happen over the next several days doesn't make this any easier.

Aziraphale seems to dither for a moment before looking at Alexander and Phillip. His voice is soft but firm. This is something that has to be done. From what he's read about how this world works, they don't have much choice.]

Well, er... Alexander I suppose you know how this works better than I. You two are this Ritual's Wolves.

I'm sorry.

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[allshotsfired]

Hey no, you can't drag Phillip into this. Me yeah sure, but he's too young for this shit.

[manicuredangel]

It's getting close. Who will be your victim tonight?

[manicuredangel]

[Well... suddenly there is one wolf. And he needs to get business taken care of, but he's sure the lad is upset. Oh boy.]

Er... I'm terribly sorry about all this. Do you... Do you want to follow your father's advice? Will it be Madison? The final decision is yours, I'm afraid.

[manicuredangel]

I'm really, very sorry dear boy. You need to choose someone to die tonight.

[He's not dumb enough to thing that learning a dance or sleight of hand magic tricks would help ease the pain this poor child must be going through. About the only thing he could possibly offer at this point would be bourbon.]