The next day….
Darin woke up feeling something he hadn't felt in a long time.
Peace.
No voices in his head. No smug laughter from the Overlord. No terrifying presence whispering dark, arrogant monologues in his ear.
For a moment, just a single blissful moment, he let himself believe that maybe, things were going to be okay.
Then Vincent kicked the door open.
"Morning, Lord Disaster! Hope you're well-rested because the Pope wants to burn you alive!"
Darin's entire body locked up.
He slowly turned his head toward Vincent, who was grinning like this was the funniest thing he had ever said.
"...What."
"The Holy Pope of the Church of the Goddess of Growth and Healing is here."
Vincent twirled his cup of tea like this was a completely normal morning conversation.
"And he's demanding your purification and execution for 'defiling the holy land with your cursed existence.'"
Darin stared.
Vincent took a sip of tea. "So. You might want to get up for that."
