Chapter Seventy Six
"Tell me…what does hope look like?" Loki asked suddenly.
"I don't know," I said quietly. "Ask someone who knows."
We didn't see it coming. Before we fought, the demons set the field up with landmines. It completely destroyed our camps. And while it destroyed the demons' hosts, the demons quickly found new ones.
Everyone went back to their original places. We had to plan, regroup.
But we had to do it fast. Without us stopping them, it will only be a matter of time before they declare themselves as rulers of this new world.
Sherlock and John; back to Baker Street. The Winchesters went back to their bat cave. The Doctor flew off into outer space, looking for more help. The Avengers went back to Stark tower. And Harry went back to Ginny and his family.
And me? I went to Loki. He still didn't know about the war.
"You used to know," he said quietly, jerking me out of my head.
"Know what?" I asked.
"Know what hope was," he said.
"There was something that a friend of mine told me," I said. "Well, she was more than a friend. Like a sister, actually." But I didn't really want to get into Isabelle's and my relationship, so I let it be at that.
"What was that?" Loki asked.
"Hope. It doesn't just mean something. There's something else to it, as well," I said.
"What?" Loki asked.
"Do you know what HOPE stands for?" I continued.
"Hold
On
Pain
Ends.
Everything ends."