Chapter Three

The restaurant was silent. Everyone stared at Isabelle's body.

I cleared my throat. "Excuse me everyone. Unless you are a Shadow Sacrificer, please leave. If you cannot leave because you live here, please go upstairs and go to bed. But for now, the Restaurant is closed."

Slowly, people began to get ready and leave. There was some awed whispers and mutters between the customs. After all, they had just seen Isabelle, and I had just closed the Restaurant. That doesn't happen.

Finally, everyone had left.

"Oi, not you two," I said, as Merlin and Arthur were about to go upstairs. "I need your help."

I turned the rest of my foster family. "And I need you guys to go upstairs."

"What?" Emma asked. "That's Isabelle! She's been dead for over a year, and then she stumbles in and you expect us to just go upstairs?"

"Listen Emma, I need your help with this, and that includes you going upstairs. Please," I said.

"You're keeping a secret," Jamie accused me. Wow, she was a smart seven year old. Dammit Sherlock.

"I need you guys to go upstairs," I said desperately. "Please."

"Okay," Jacob said, pulling Emma's hand up to the stairs. The other kids followed.


As everyone discussed what we were going to do, Merlin turned a table into a bed and moved Isabelle onto it. (With magic.)

"What are we even supposed to do with her?" Tony asked.

"For now, we need to keep her in check," Sam said. "Lock her up. We all know how dangerous she is."

As they discussed, Loki leaned close to me and muttered, "Why did you make them leave?"

He was obviously talking about my foster siblings. I sighed. "Because they don't know?"

"What?" Loki asked.

"They think that she died in a car crash. That's it. They don't know that she came back to life, and basically tried to destroy the world," I said. "I couldn't do that to them. I couldn't ruin her memory."

Her body wasn't seventeen anymore. She had aged, like me. She would be twenty four years old now.

Loki wrapped his arms around me and whispered in my ear, "Are you sure that you couldn't deal with her memory, not them?"

I didn't say anything. Loki was too smart sometimes.

Merlin walked over and joined us. "Do you think this has anything to do with…you know?"

"Yes," I said. "I think this is definitely the first two lines."

"What are you talking about?" Loki asked.

"I had some sort of…prophecy a couple of days ago," I said. "I wasn't sure, and I wanted to check with Merlin first."

"If you had a prophecy, then things are even worse than I thought," Loki said. "People don't get prophecies about small things. People get prophecies about things like Ragnorak."

"Ragnorak?" Merlin asked.

"The Norse Apocalypse," I said.

"What did it say?" Loki asked.

"In the realm of all, one shall appear,

Someone who they all will fear.

Chaos will come in her wake,

And people with her she shall take.

House of love to house of hate,

One by one, they all will break.

One by one, they meet their fate.

One by one, they are too late."

Loki thought it over. "I would definitely say that it's started. The first two lines fit what happened today."

"That's what I thought," I said. "The realm of all would be the Restaurant, wouldn't it? After all, anyone can show up here. And the one all shall fear would be Isabelle, wouldn't it?"

"It definitely fits," Merlin agreed. "And I would say it started."

While everyone was talking, no one was paying attention to Isabelle.

"What happened?" she asked, sitting up.

Everyone jumped and moved away from her.

"What?" she asked, getting out of bed and moving towards us.

Everyone backed up more.

"Don't take one more step," Dean barked, pulling out a gun. Sam followed.

"Woah!" she shouted, putting up her hands. "I'm sorry…I, uh, I don't know what's going on here."

"What?" John asked.

"She's telling the truth," Sherlock said.

Sam and Dean lowered their weapons, but they didn't put them away.

"Of course she is," Moriarty said from the stairs.

Everyone turned to look at him. Standing next to him was Lucifer and the Master.

"I thought that I told you to go upstairs," I said.

"We are 'villains'," Lucifer said. "We don't need to listen."

"Oh, yes you do!" I said. "If you want to stay out of the pit."

He paled.

"But," I continued. "Right now I need your help, so I'll excuse it."

"Will you help me?" Isabelle asked, directing my attention back to her.

"With what?" I asked icily.

"With my memory," she said. "I don't know who I am."


Goodnight guys. Sweet dreams. :)