Page 47 of Sin

Asher:Why don’t you ask my brother? You know, the ex-demon?

Remi jumps up and runs out of frame.

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Remi:Hey! Purple people eater! Get your ass down here!

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Pan steps into the room, annoyance on his face.

Pan:I am no longer purple, and I have never feasted on human flesh. That moniker is misleading and frankly, you can do better, dog.

Pan looks around at the others.

Pan:What is this? Your monthly book club?

Remi:Pfft. More like secret society.

Remi thrusts his fist in the air.

Remi:Go go Team Puffin!

Caleb:Jesus.

Asher:*sighs* It’sOperationPuffin.

Pan:How does any of this involve me?

Remi slides the book toward Pan.

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Remi:You’re a former bad guy. Maybe you can read this? It’s demonish.

Pan:Demonish?

Remi:You know, your native tongue.

Pan:My native tongue is French, you wankstain.

Remi:But . . . you’re British.

Pan ignores Remi as he takes the book.

Caleb:I’ve translated what I could, but most of this language is too foreign for me. It’s not rooted in anything I know.

Pan:And it will come to pass the end of days shall commence. Seven seals broken, seven Princes released, seven wonders destroyed. Lucifer shall possess the chalice, and with it, inherit the crown. And the world will forever kneel before his glory.

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Asher:Well, fuck.

Remi:What does it mean?

Pan:I thought it quite obvious. The hourglass has been tipped.

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