Chapter 25: Bill is Back, Baby!

Third Person POV:

It was late at night at the Chronoverge in Mirage and several Chronomancer qhats were preparing for the night. One of the Chronomancers, Tyrell, stretched his qhat arms and sipped some milk when he spotted Chronomaster Devlin enter the Chapter Hall, where all the archives were stored as well as the Chronoshards that detailed the histories of Mirage's wealthy qhat families.

Tyrell followed his fellow anthropomorphic cat into the Chapter Hall. "Brother, what are you doing here?" Tyrell asked. Chronomancers often referred to their fellow Chronomancers as "brother" due to the group's brotherhood-type structure.

"That is none of your business," the Chronomaster answered. "Run off to bed Tyrell."

When Tyrell left the Chapter hall, Devlin entered the back chamber. Several Chronomancers were in there, but they had Cabal insignias on their uniforms. "Hello, my brothers," Devlin placed his hat on. His hat also had a cabal insignia. "We, the Cabal Chronomancers shall finally see the Cabal's wishes realized! We shall use the Eye of History to resurrect BILL CIPHER! With me in charge of the Chronoverge now, this shall be easy. The other Chronomancers don't know that a branch of the Cabal is meeting right under their noses. We will strike tonight and go to the Eye Room where the Eye of History has been sitting. I placed it there myself when Gretta DarkKettle gave it to me six years ago. Now, brothers, we shall bring forth the First World yet again!"

"Ah Bulu Nahkarah!" The Cabal Chronomancers chanted the ancient Cabal incantation that has been in use by the order since the days of Ancient Krokotopia. It had no magical purpose; it was simply a Cabal tradition.

The qhats left the room and emerged into the main atrium of the Chronoverge, a large stone structure used to control the flow of the Sands of Time that cover the deserts of Mirage. The rest of the Chronomancers, for the first time, see their brothers in Cabal garb. A great battle ensued, but the Cabal agents, with their manipulation magic, easily knocked out the remaining members of the order of Chronomancers. Devlin led his Cabal brothers into the Chamber of the Eye where the large blue glowing eye sat secretly in a locked safe. Devlin grinned deviously.

"Triangulum, entangulum. Veneforis dominus ventium. Veneforis venetisarium! Fidentus omnium. Magister mentium. Magnesium ad hominem. Magnum opus. Habeas corpus. Inceptus Nolanus overratus. Magister mentium. Magister mentium. Magister mentium!" The Cabal Chronomancers recited the Latin phrase to summon Bill Cipher. A flash of light overtook the room and Bill Cipher materialized before the order's eyes.

"Ah! Mirage…" Bill began. "It's been too long!" The qhats bowed before the shadow demon. "Hello qhats! Why have you summoned me back to life this fine day? Tell me," Bill took off his top hat and pretended to sit.

"Oh great Bill Cipher. We request that you help us restore the First World," Devlin said to the triangle.

"The First World! I remember that place!" Bill laughed. "It's been a few millennia since I've been there! All I ask in return is access to Khrysalis. An Old Cob… I mean… old friend of mine is trapped in there and my power is not at its full potential. I have to use a world door."

"Of course, anything you desire my lord," Devlin gave Bill Cipher a World Door Key to Khrysalis, realm of shadow and despair.

"I'd say it's a deal!" Bill shouted ominously. He held out his hand to Devlin. Bill's hand was lit with blue fire when he made deals. However, Bill often added a cruel twist to his deals, like the Djinn of Mirage do. Devlin shook the demon's hand without hesitation. The Cabal had complete faith in beings like Bill Cipher and Grandfather Spider who were usually feared across the Multiverse.

"Are you sure about this, Master Devlin?" a Cabal Chronomancer asked Devlin when Bill Cipher left to free Grandfather Spider.

"Brother, your loyalty is wavering," Devlin sighed in exasperation. "I assure you, Bill will bring our grand scheme to realization, granted that we have little to no interference from the Arcanum. I hope that settles the issue. Or do we have to take further extremes?"

"That settles it," the Cabal Chronomancer Initiate sighed.

Bill floated into Bastion. The atmosphere of Khrysalis was gloomy and the sky was a stormy green-grey. The world door sat in an enclosed space bounded by a stone building and a fence made of beehive hexagons with a hexagonal gate guarded by a mantis by the name of Zaltanna the Mirror Mask.

"Who goes there? Why are you a triangle?" Zaltanna asked Bill.

"Hahahah!" Bill laughed deviously. "I'm sure the real question here is 'why aren't YOU a triangle?"

"What are you saying?" Zaltanna was confused.

Bill waved his hands and Bastion was struck by a rain of a thousand flaming meteors. "Hahahahaha!" Bill floated across the ruined city. "I forgot how FUN destruction could be! Haha! Actually, I remember how much fun destroying Gravity Falls was, and I don't regret it!"