A/N: Here's chapter thirty-three! Ah, a visitor in the Chantry…are they welcome? Funny enough, SigmaFang and I were just chatting about this particular character, and his ability to express anger…Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bloodlines, but I do own my OCs. Also, I don't own any of the history Cedric talks about in this chapter. I also dont own Hellene Panhard, that Prince from a few chapters ago. They're all owned by White Wolf

"Sir, there's somebody at the door." Delilah said in Victor's doorway.

"Hmm?" Victor looked up, "You may enter."

"Would you like me to welcome him in? I believe he's in the Camarilla…or…that's what he said, but…"

"Yes, by all means. Lead him to my office."

"Very well, sir." She bowed away and disappeared, only to return with a very tall and familiar guest.

"Mister Madison." Dragomir grinned, "It's been a while."

"Ah, childe of Malkav." Victor smiled back, "Please, have a seat." He held a hand out.

Dragomir obliged, reclining in an armchair, somehow making himself look all too comfortable without really being overly disruptive. He crossed his legs and handled the arms of the chair firmly, "How have you been? I've noticed a…decrease in numbers. One and a half. Not including your lovely planet."

Delilah looked a little uneasy, "Would you like me to stay, sir?"

"Yes, carry on with your studies." Victor said.

"Thank you." Delilah nodded and left.

"She's a cute one." Dragomir mused, watching her wonder off, "Makes me think of Halloween."

"Yes, a lot of us think that." He said, folding his hands, "The fall of the Anarchs did not come without our own share of losses…though…I've hunted the rats to near extinction. Even if they return, which they may not for decades now, I will destroy them all with my newfound paths."

Dragomir snickered then uncrossed his legs, "Well, it's evident you're a busy man. I won't waste any more of your time. Unfortunately, I'm not here just to chat. That little devil on my shoulder acted up again, you see. I fear you…may be unhappy with the results."

His pleasant expression vanished, "Oh?"

"Your apprentice, Iphigenia, her name is? I…understood she was being unappreciative, complaining about things she should be grateful for. Disrespecting her elders. I never met her until a few nights ago, but when I got this sense about her, it frustrated me. Frustrated me even more, considering your low numbers. I sensed she was planning to run away, off to another Chantry, like that would offer her a chance of twisted freedom. So…I…snapped some sense into her, if you will."

He looked surprised, "What did you do?"

"I nailed her to a cross and buried her in Hollywood." So offhand. He even swatted his hand, like the reality of the situation was a mere gnat in his face.

"Buried her in Hollywood?!" He shouted, then his eyes shrunk and he instantly looked at the walls, hoping they were thick enough that no one heard that. Then again, the only other Kindred in the building were either Delilah or Donatello, so, he relaxed. But only slightly, "We need to reverse this at once." He stood up.

"Relax." Dragomir raised a hand, "I buried her next to the Nosferatu. I'm sure they've uncovered her, and if they haven't…she's fine. She puts up a good fight."

"Still, we've been looking for her ever since she's escaped us. We need to head to Hollywood immediately."

"Why don't you call Golden instead?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly and lowered to his seat once more. He picked up the phone and called the warrens.

"Hello…" He heard Gary's voice, "I let her go just an hour ago. Maybe forty minutes? A few tears and bruises, but nothing that won't heal on its own. That is what you're calling about, right? And it wasn't me, by the way, before you go reporting to your Prince that I need my head lobbed off. Apparently it was a young Malkavian, a diablerist, at that."

Victor made a face, "Did she mention where she would be heading?"

"Home, I believe. All she can think about is those damn sisters. Tell you what, Madison, you Embrace those two girls, you get two more Tremere, and her full attention."

He sighed, "Yes…thank you very much, Mister Golden. I'll do what I can to intercept her."

"Very well. I'll be at the trial with my side of the story." He sniggered, "Or at least, what I can make up at the time. Ta-ta."

"Yes, farewell." He hung up, looking at Dragomir, "Supposedly, she's heading home, but…her apartment was destroyed by Remus. I believe she was staying with someone in the Camarilla…though I do not know whom. It's not anyone in the red tower."

Dragomir paused, "I can't exactly…come to the conclusion. My insight is sore."

"Perhaps if we arrive at Hollywood quickly enough, we'll cut her off."

"Mmm…" Dragomir scratched his chin, "What will the Prince think about my punishment? Will he be upset with me?"

"If…he were to hear about it…"

"Well, surely he would have by now…"

"If he had, then there would be no hope for you." He said plainly, "Let us keep this between you, myself, the Nosferatu, and Miss Crystallia, for now."

"You're a very respectable man." Dragomir said, "Very forgiving. It makes me wonder why her trials made your heart snap but with me, it still bends."

"You and Miss Crystallia are two different Kindred. With two completely different circumstances. It is not within a balanced mindset to judge you two in the same light."

He crossed his legs again, "Judgement sure is interesting, isn't it? You'd think at this point in our advancement, we'd be less harsh about it, but instead, we continue, at a more increased rate, if anything."

"Paranoia is a natural symptom of the Jyhad…is it not?" He smiled, "Moderate doses of it are healthy…but…too much and you end up like our former Prince."

He snorted, "I almost miss the old chap. He was fun to toy with."

"I only admired him for the last few moments…the other seventy years…"

Dragomir laughed, such a loud and foreign sensation in the usually calm and serene Chantry. It was like a bull in a china shop, Victor could feel the soundwaves. "What, was he not the most promising Prince you've ever met?"

"Naturally, I stayed close to Strauss in my early years in New York." He said, "He was Regent, and naturally I was his apprentice. One of three…actually. I was much more focused on my progression up the ladder as a Tremere rather than as a Cainite in the Camarilla. And LaCroix seemed to have an inverse attitude. He didn't know about our ways, our rituals, and our powers…and I must say it was a blessing. The less I had to converse with that one, the better."

"Well, as much as I hate to be the devil's advocate, Strauss is of your clan. Perhaps your opinion is a tad biased." He grinned, "Though, I love him much more than LaCroix."

"Oh, I've met many profitable Ventrue." He swatted a hand, "Ironically none of them acted like LaCroix."

"It must be difficult to be as arrogant and pompous as he."

"Yes, especially given his situation."

"Knock-knock." A smooth and familiar voice was heard, "Ooh, company." Venus stepped in, "I like the look."

"Thank you, dear. I must say the same." He pulled his glasses down his nose, "Simply stunning."

Venus chuckled modestly, "Thank you, love. Just got out of work. Quiet night, but that's typical on a Tuesday night…"

Victor smiled, "Have you two met? Venus…this is Dragomir…a fellow Kindred of the Camarilla. Dragomir, this is Venus, Tremere ghoul…also…if you've ever been to Confessions, she's the owner."

"Yes, that's right. You looked familiar." Dragomir said.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you. Sorry if I've…interrupted a private meeting…"

"Nothing private at all. We were discussing the existence of judgement in humans."

"…ah hah…this…oddly sounds like something Mister Madison brought up."

"Actually we were speaking about past events…LaCroix's rule…so on and so forth." Victor said. Dragomir almost looked a little offended Victor changed the subject back.

"I'm overjoyed that I've never met him." Venus said.

"He was dead long before you were even indoctrinated into the Chantry."

"Oh, good. I think."

"Very good." Dragomir said, standing up, "I suppose I'll give you two the rest of the night. Enjoy it." He tipped an imaginary hat and sauntered out of the room.

"Yes, good evening, Dragomir." Victor said.

"Thank you, Halcyon."

"Of course." Halcyon's eyes didn't have the same vibrant luster they usually did. She pushed a glass of milk towards her sister, then turned and looked over her shoulder as the door opened and Sam walked in. She stepped forward, away from the table, "Samuel…"

"Halcyon." Sam nodded as he entered, "Your…" He lowered his voice, "Emergence into the tower…was most unwise."

Halcyon waited a moment or so, then turned to her sister, "You should head to bed."

"Oh…alright." Harmonia stood up, "Goodnight, you two." She nodded her head and left.

Halcyon turned back to Sam and slung her arms around his neck, "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn." Her eyes narrowed, "I'm beginning to believe my attendance towards you is more of an amusement in your eyes."

"Color me surprised, the feeling's finally mutual."

She seemed much more offended, yet pulled him even closer. "I have shown you nothing but my full love and insecurity." She slid a finger down his jawline, "There is no other person on this surface who knows my pains like you do. You know faces of mine I cannot see. I will never hear you claim otherwise again, am I understood, my darling?" She held his face tightly with one hand, "I will chalk that comment up to a misunderstanding." She broke the embrace and turned around, he suddenly felt very cold, "Why didn't you come to me when I was on my knees? Why do you keep leaving me in the dust when all I want is to hold your hand?"

"I'm not going to reveal the fact that I connections with a stray, Independent ghoul. That's absurd." He said, "The Prince has had his eyes on me like a hawk ever since you barged into his office."

"Then I must mean nothing to you. Fine." She spat, "Then I hope you find the perfect woman of your dreams in the next century."

He gave a bitter chuckle, "Seems a little…disproportionate…don't you think? I have to endure the grating, searing knowledge that you've shared yourself with…god knows…how many other men and women a night. And I don't immediately come to your aid once…and I'm disposed of? Where is the balance and sanity in that…though I do suppose I have forgotten who I'm talking to." He frowned, "Perhaps that's why the ensemble you always wear is green. You are my jealousy personified."

"Your jealousy?" She asked, stepping forward, her face an inch away from his, "My affairs are nothing but work, trivial and meaningless. Maybe I am green because I am jealous. I have always been your mistress. This Prince, this Camarilla, this work, it is your love! You hate it, you love it, but me? What do I get? Your sex and apathy? I want you, Samuel."

"Not if you looked beyond the shroud."

"What shroud?" She spat.

The door opened, and Iphigenia stood there, looking bedraggled. "Sam…Halcyon…Nice to see you again…"

Sam whipped around at whirlwind speeds, "And where on earth have you been?"

"Nailed to a cross in the Nosferatu warrens." Her heels smacked the ground with wincing force. She nearly pulled the refrigerator door open as she grabbed a bottle of blood and drank the entire thing.

Halcyon's eyes cleared up as she ran over and hugged Iphigenia, making her choke on the blood and cough it up. "Sister, you're not dead!"

Iphigenia cleared his throat, "No…no, I'm not…I won't die on you, Halcyon…" She held her back.

Halcyon closed her eyes and seemed completely at ease, as if her argument with Sam never happened.

Iphigenia licked her lips and looked back over at Sam, her exhaustion catching up with her, "I'm sorry for…any trouble this has caused…"

"You need to go back to the Tremere Chantry." Sam said, "Strauss and I suspect all the other Tremere have been in a frenzy looking for you."

She rubbed one of her temples, "Of course. It was…irresponsible of me not to return…"

Halcyon looked up at Iphigenia, "When you beat a dog and it runs away, it will never come back…it knows it will be beat again…"

"Halcyon…why don't you go to bed?" Iphigenia said, her eyes flickering up to Sam, "You look very tired."

She looked reluctant. "I'll sit and be quiet."

"I want you to go to bed."

"No. I will sit and be quiet."

"Ugh. Fine. I have no energy to argue with you." Iphigenia looked over towards Sam, "Can I use your landline?"

Sam gave a small nod, sitting at the table next to Halcyon.

Iphigenia reached for the phone, dialing a number and waiting a few moments. She seemed relieved when the line picked up, "Delilah? It's Iphigenia." There was a flurried response on the other end of excitement. Iphigenia lifted the phone away from her pointed ear slightly, a smile tugging at her lips, "Yes, I'm fine. That's why I called. I'm home, I needed blood…I was going to rest, but…" A pause, "Yes, I…moved in with a very kind friend." She looked up at Sam with a smile, "Did…did you need me at the Chantry?" Her voice was tense when she asked, like she really didn't want to go back to the Chantry. "I understand. Why…why don't you tell him I'll be there tomorrow night?" She looked at her still oozing wrists that were healing quickly, "I need a little more time to relax. I'll explain everything tomorrow. Is that alright?" A slight pause, "I will see you tomorrow, dear. Thank you so much. Take care." She hung up, "Thank you, Sam."

"You're very welcome." Sam nodded.

She sighed, then licked her wrists, they healed up immediately. "I should really go to bed. Don't stay up too late, Halcyon. You'll get sick."

"Goodnight, sister." Halcyon said, "And do shower. You reek of rats." Then her eyes flickered over to Sam, a remorseful look on her face.

"Perhaps it would be wise for me to retire as well." Sam said.

"I'm sorry…" She said softly, "Listen…"

His eyes attentively darted over to her. Just by looking at them it was beyond obvious that he was sorry too.

"I've never had to care for somebody before. I'm not sure how to do it best, because I never have…I never meant to hurt you or threaten your life…I've just always been codependent…"

"It's quite alright. There were some things that I should've left unsaid as well."

She netted her fingers into her hair, then rattled them around, messing her hair up in a display of her craziness, it seemed. And then, with some of her hair wildly covering her face, she stood up, "I should sleep."

"Don't forget that I love you."

She stared gracelessly at the floor, then wiped her hair away from her face, "Why?"

He was mildly taken aback, "…well—"

She silenced him with a hand, then stepped forward, her bare feet silent against the floors. She was like a panther, slinking around him, occasionally twirling like a broken ballerina, "I don't give a damn why you love me. Why can't I love you?"

"That remains to be determined."

"Does it?" She asked, tilting her head, "What remains?" She moved away, "Remains, remains, remains, you know a lot about those!" She turned back to him, "Why aren't they determined? I've never been determined, but I live, and you love me. Why can't I love you? Why won't you let me?"

"It isn't that I won't let you." He said, "I'm not restricting anything. I am simply going about my situation in the best way that I possibly can."

She looked utterly disgusted, "You speak so many words with so little meaning." Her voice turned into a rasped hiss.

"Even if they did have meaning, you wouldn't listen to them anyway."

"Of course I would." Her response was speedy. She stood behind him, her nimble fingers dancing gently on his shoulders, her lips hovering just behind his ear. "Perhaps you'd see if you gave me something to listen to, hmm?" She licked his ear, her nails suddenly grasping onto his shoulders like talons on a bird of prey. "You give me nothing. Nothing but the cover of the book, and the spine to trace my fingers down." She bit his ear, then pushed herself away with him, "I'm not asking for the whole novel, or even a chapter! I'm asking a page! Page one, the cover page, the copyright data!" She stopped, stepping forward and seizing his tie in a fist. "Why are you afraid of me?"

"It's best for some things to remain hidden."

"Oh is it? Again, with all the remains." She smiled briefly, then it disappeared like a ghost, "You think you're so clever. You think you're crafty and covert but I know about the skeletons in your closet. I don't need to see them to know they're there, remember? You aren't hiding anything from me because I already see it. All I want is to hand you the lock and key so nobody else can find them as I have."

"You don't know anything."

Her feet were silent as she stepped back away from him, her eyes narrowed. "And you'd rather keep it that way? You'd rather drown on your own? Am I that insignificant that your life wouldn't be that much sweeter without me?"

"So you admit that you actually don't know anything and your previous boasts were just hot air?"

"I know more than you think I do, undeniably. It is beside the point."

"Whatever you think you know, is of no concern to me." He said, "This entire…debacle of a debate…is beside the point."

She swatted a hand, "I lost the interest to deal with your incognizance. Good night." She padded off towards her temporary bedroom.

Angelique balled her hands up into fists and rubbed at her eyes, looking up from where she fell, then around at her surroundings.

It certainly didn't look as if there was any way of getting out any time soon.

It was a pit, and nothing more, a pocket of air in a grotesque cavern of flesh. She got to her feet and adjusted her bandana so it covered her nose and mouth as she looked up, watching dust and particles of god-knows-what float through the air. Her eyes strained for the top, where they were just moments ago.

She really wasn't one to panic, but this situation made her heart beat a little faster than it usually did. At least for the time being she seemed alone.

This perception changed one a pair of purple eyes lit up from the other side of the room, like a machine.

She turned and faced them, then skittered back over to the wall, hoping maybe he wouldn't notice her. It was really the only thing she could hope for.

Cedric rose from where he fell, marching towards her, "Angelique…" He said, with an outstretched hand.

She shuddered, "Get away from me…" She covered her face with her arms.

He pulled her arms away with one hand, getting a good look into her eyes. They held a stare briefly, before Cedric's eyes grew saddened, disappointed. He let her go after that.

She shuddered, "Wh-What do you want with me…"

"You're not Angelique." He concluded, leaning against the wall, "Or…rather, not the Angelique I'm looking for."

"Well…sorry for the mix-up…" She said eventually.

He gradually slid into a sitting position, "You must still be a ghoul then…you still breathe."

She gave a slight nod, "Why aren't you trying to kill me?"

"You belong to Cadmus Vanderbilt, yes?"

She waited a while before she nodded.

"And to what clan does he reside to? Brujah? Assamite? Gangrel?"

"Ventrue."

He paused, she could tell that he was stunned for a moment. "Hmm." He crossed his metal arms, "The very clan that founded the Camarilla."

"Yes…" She hummed, "Hence…my alliance…"

He stared at the ground, "What are your…immediate plans…should Lafayette's plan fail?"

"I…I don't know…." She was surprised he was as chatty as he was, "I'll probably help my regnant deal with the leftover Sabbat…maybe the Kuei-Jin or Anarchs if they…rear their ugly heads…."

"And one-hundred years from now?"

"I'll probably be dead."

"Oh?" He asked, "What makes you so sure?"

"I don't know…I don't imagine myself living that long…"

He chuckled, "I most likely thought the same way…at your age…"

"I don't know…I'm just a ghoul…" She looked up at the ceiling, or the hole that was there, "I want to stay that way. I like to eat and be in the sun. I'd rather die than be Embraced."

"If I had that mentality, I would have died in the fourteen-hundreds…" He said, "Arguably, that would have probably been a better outcome."

She was a little daunted when she heard he was that old. She looked down at the floor, her voice sounding childlike, "Is it true…"

"What is it, young one?"

"All the lore. Is it all true?"

"Antediluvians are real, if your Camarilla ever becomes skeptical after this endeavor. But I'm assuming you wanted information a little more concrete than that."

She blinked, "No, that's….helpful too."

"I was sired by a woman named Angelique." He said, "She's fifth generation. Two steps from Cappadocius himself. And she's still alive. I'm using every fiber of my being to find her…as well as Lazarus."

She still seemed a little spooked about the whole conversation, "What are you going to do when you find them?"

His eyes fell to the ground again, "Rejoice that there are three Cappadocians in existence…rather than just myself. The Giovanni wiped out most of them…"

"There's that other girl you Embraced too, I think…" She said, then she looked up at Cedric, "I probably shouldn't have said that."

"Yes…the girl from the Society of Leopold…or…the Inquisition…as it was called in my day." He said, "It was…an impulse…" He sighed, "Madame Vaska had me tied to those stocks for the entire night, and I was nearly frenzied. I wanted to…continue my lineage…even if it's a meager dull spark of hope…it still counts. As…I fear my time here could be running out."

"She's being raised by a Ventrue…I never met him, I haven't heard much about either of them besides the fact that…he takes her to the graveyard in Hollywood to help with her Necromancy."

"How admirable. It was…our clan…who founded the Discipline…she'll pick it up rather quickly, I am more than confident. Though before the Giovanni purge, it was merely called Mortis."

"You're not upset that she's part of the Camarilla?"

"It would be wrong to impinge my authority of a sire over her. She didn't get to choose her manner of Embrace. As long as she survives, her goals and lifestyle are of no consequence to me."

There was a bit of a silence, then, "Why did you choose the Sabbat?"

"They do not have a promise barring them from combat with the Giovanni."

"Why not just…be Independent?"

"Then I would be alone."

"I mean, I'm sure you could find some allies. You seem…very levelheaded…for someone in the Sabbat…too levelheaded. I think they'll…drag you down."

"It is easier to wage campaigns against them under the Sabbat flag than to do it as a loner."

She looked back at the floor, "What about when they're all dead?"

"That will take a while…but…at least then my vengeance will be complete…"

"I just…don't think the Sabbat is a good idea. I think it's just as dangerous."

"It could very well be."

She picked up a piece of bone fragment and started toying with it, "You should try to find the other two Cappadocian and form a group with them to kill the Giovanni."

He chuckled, "That is the idea. Those two will luckily be blessed with their appearances, at least."

"Hmm?"

He faced her and took his mask off. What she saw was basically qualified as a skull, with tiny, rotting bits of flesh on it. He then placed the mask back on.

"So? You're a vampire." She seemed unfazed.

"Cappadocians are not intended to look in the manner that I do. I dearly hope my childe hasn't been affected by this…twisted clan weakness…"

"No. At least…not that I saw…she seemed pretty normal…I mean, kinda pale…but…that's a vampire thing, I guess."

"The typical clan weakness for the Cappadocian is a gaunt, pale, and deathly look. But nothing to the extreme of myself." He said, "Would you like to learn why I look this way?"

"Why are you telling me this?" She asked, "I don't mean to…sound mean but…I don't know why you trust me…"

"In the Dark Ages…we were most likely numbered at perhaps the twenty-thousands. We were a strong, proud clan…like any other. Cappadocius kept a watchful eye on us. His childer were named Japheth, Caias Koine, and Lazarus. They most often got along like bickering triplets. I was from Lazarus's lineage. He Embraced Angelique, who Embraced me."

She listened onto his story, nodding attentively.

His eyes were distant, yet they burned with hatred, "Some say he did it because of population control." He started a rather evil sounding laugh, "Imagine if he knew how few of us there would be in the times to come! He would have never done what he did! If he knew what the Giovanni had planned! Perhaps he did and was just demented in the head!"

She looked on, growing more and more worried as his story continued.

"It was framed as a pilgrimage. That's what he told us at least. The entire clan was headed for the ancient city of Kaymalki." He paused, "Near Turkey…for reference. All Cappadocians were required to come. Lazarus didn't, nor did any of his childer. Mind you, that's about an entire third of the clan. I should have followed my grandsires lead."

"We were questioned." He continued, "In a cave near the city. Japheth and Koine questioned us all, and only those that were deemed 'worthy' of Cappadocius's blood were able to leave. 'Who among you cannot read or write?' 'Who among you has not helped build a church?' 'Who among you does not follow the road to heaven?' 'Who among you does not pursuit the answer to the great enigma?'"

"Thousands, if not tens of thousands of us…were sealed away in the cave. Cappadocius sealed us inside with a ward that read 'Let no childe of Caine exit. Let no son of Seth enter this place.' Our stay in Kaymalki was quickly an imprisonment, and to make matters worse, Cappadocius told all the mortals that the city was cursed and to never enter it again."

"Why?" Her voice felt so small.

"Who knows…the old fool didn't deem us worthy of his lineage…he left thousands of us in there to die." He said, "I'm sure…you can imagine…what would happen, if you were sealed away in a cave with nothing around you but vampires."

"Did anyone else survive but you?"

He thought about it, "Perhaps a half dozen or so. Nothing like the amount that went in there. The animals living in the cave were targeted first, once they were all gone, we started turning on each other. And no. It wasn't one large war that killed us all…it was more of like a game of hide and seek. A nightmarish one that never seemed to end…"

"Sleep or torpor was a guaranteed suicide. As you would be eaten in your sleep." His voice made the story feel more real, and their current location made chills roll down her spine, "The only option that remained was to perhaps team up and create factions…though those ended with back stabbings more often than not. It was a night-to-night struggle for survival. The more optimistic fools thought that if we just waited things out, Cappadocius's seal would wear away. But no. The ward stood strong."

"So what happened to get you out? How are you even here now?"

"Diablerizing so many of our own kind helped us hone our Disciplines, if nothing else. It was Necromancy, that saved us. We…or rather…the small amount of us left…learned how to traverse in the Shadowlands."

"For hundreds of years, we learned what we could about the land for the souls of the dead. How we could emerge into the land of the living once more. It took its toll on our bodies, but we learned how to feast on souls. To drink them. They provided us with sustenance when we ran out of sources for blood. Once we mastered traveling through the Shadowlands, we returned to the realm of the living, hardly resembling what we were previously. From there we learned about what the Giovanni did while we were sealed away in that cave."

She stared back at the floor, "How many did that leave you with?"

"It's hard to say. Whoever else survived went their separate ways. None of us forgave any of the other clans for letting it happen without interfering. None of us were going to show the Giovanni any mercy. They killed Cappadocius and his childer when it was clearly our right. Now they parade around with the heir that they're the true necromantic gods." He scoffed, "Then only realize their weakness when it's too late. A Giovanni has never bested me in battle."

"While it was true that Japheth was purged by the Giovanni alongside Cappadocius, Koine died in a rather contradictory manner." Cedric said, "He was disgusted with the fact that Lazarus did not attend the Feast of Folly, and he challenged him to battle. Lazarus at the time resided in Egypt, where he met and made a fond alliance with the Followers of Set. I was told by witnesses how the battle went…"

A/N: I can't be the only one who finds Cedric and Angelique adorable…not in a ship sense, but just…I dunno, as friends. They have a very father-daughter relationship kinda thing and it's cute af and I need to end this author's note now thank you kindly for reading.