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The Shite Fantastic
A Hellblazer/Discworld Crossover
By: Mozphoto
Chapter 4: Where to Go from Here
The First of the Fallen was annoyed. When he'd first possessed the infant, he was fully expecting to just eliminate the witches with barely a thought. Unfortunately he was only able to fill his (her) diaper. It was obvious now that his power was growing, but it was requiring so much concentration that the urge to cry was becoming unbearable.
The more he thought on his situation, it became clear that the magical field on this world was so strong that it affected everything. He was in the body of a baby, and it was trying to make his aura fit that body. He was going to have to find a way to harness more power quickly because her (his) thumb was beginning to look very tempting.
Verence quietly let himself out of Magrat's room. She had cried herself to sleep. Verence leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath as the urge to yawn overcame him. And then the odour hit his nostrils.
"What is that stench?" he sputtered.
"S'Wedneday, majesty," replied Sean Ogg helpfully.
"Oh yes," mused the king, "the garderobes."
"Haven't seen Mum and Ms. Weatherwax this upset in a long time sir," commented Sean, "whatever's happened to the princess has them flummoxed!"
"Yes Sean, they can't seem to do anything, can they? And if a witch's magic can't help my daughter what. else. is. there?" Verence trailed of, thinking furiously.
Suddenly, he grabbed Sean by his shirt so that they were practically nose to nose.
"Sean, I want you to send a clacks to," he then received another assault on his nasal passages, "make that two clacks to Ankh-Morpork immediately!"
The Shite Fantastic
A Hellblazer/Discworld Crossover
By: Mozphoto
Chapter 4: Where to Go from Here
The First of the Fallen was annoyed. When he'd first possessed the infant, he was fully expecting to just eliminate the witches with barely a thought. Unfortunately he was only able to fill his (her) diaper. It was obvious now that his power was growing, but it was requiring so much concentration that the urge to cry was becoming unbearable.
The more he thought on his situation, it became clear that the magical field on this world was so strong that it affected everything. He was in the body of a baby, and it was trying to make his aura fit that body. He was going to have to find a way to harness more power quickly because her (his) thumb was beginning to look very tempting.
Verence quietly let himself out of Magrat's room. She had cried herself to sleep. Verence leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath as the urge to yawn overcame him. And then the odour hit his nostrils.
"What is that stench?" he sputtered.
"S'Wedneday, majesty," replied Sean Ogg helpfully.
"Oh yes," mused the king, "the garderobes."
"Haven't seen Mum and Ms. Weatherwax this upset in a long time sir," commented Sean, "whatever's happened to the princess has them flummoxed!"
"Yes Sean, they can't seem to do anything, can they? And if a witch's magic can't help my daughter what. else. is. there?" Verence trailed of, thinking furiously.
Suddenly, he grabbed Sean by his shirt so that they were practically nose to nose.
"Sean, I want you to send a clacks to," he then received another assault on his nasal passages, "make that two clacks to Ankh-Morpork immediately!"