CHAPTER TWO

OLYMPUS, EARLIER THAT DAY.

Janus, the Roman Two-Faced God, the Lord of Beginnings and Endings, King of Journeys and Travels, Monarch of Time, stormed into his chambers upon Olympus cursing the Powers That Be, Jupiter and all the other Sky-Kings for their duplicity, in the formers case, and arrogance and stupidity. He had finally found the record of the pact they had made, and the fools had doomed them all. After reading the record, Janus had stormed up to the Throne of Jupiter, and in front of all the other God's began to berate his King.

"Jupiter," he had roared, "What idiotic plan was this," waving the record about. "You, and the other Sky-Kings have doomed us all!"

"SILENCE," roared Jupiter, His eyes crackling with lightning.

"No," Janus responded, firm in his conviction to let the rest of the Pantheon know the trap Jupiter had put them in.

"You will do as I command," Jupiter growled out rising from his seat.

"You have lost your right to command me," Janus said, then after looking at the rest of the Gods who watched in stunned silence, "You have lost the right to command any of us!"

"Janus," said Juno as she rose from her own throne, "What is the meaning of this?!"

"This," Janus declared, waving the record of the Pact with the Powers That Be, "This is the meaning! This idiotic Pact that binds us all that your husband, and all the other Sky-Fathers, made with the Powers That Be!" He then approached Juno, extending the record of the Pact, saying, "See what madness you husband has bound us to, and the doom that comes for us all!"

Juno took the record scroll from Janus' hand, ignoring Jupiter's efforts to stop her and read. As she took in the contents of the Pact her eyes began to widen, and her face paled to a chalky whiteness. "Husband," she demanded, turning to unleash a life ending glare at him, "What in the name of Creation is this… this MADNESS!"

Turning from Jupiter she stalked away from him arms rigid at her side, the record held tight in her fist. Facing Jupiter once again, the Queen of the Gods took a calming breath, though the blazing fury in her eyes showed how brittle that calm was, she then growled out, "By the Most-High, why did you and the other Sky-Fathers do this? This insanity means the death of all the Gods! Not just us Olympians, but the Celts, the Denizens of the Dreamtime, the Asgardians, ALL THE GODS!"

Standing his full height Jupiter glared back at Juno and snarled, "I do not answer to you! I answer to no one, I AM THE KING OF THE GODS!" As he spoke the clear skies overhead began to cloud over, and lightning crackled across it. Turning his gaze to the other Olympians, Jupiter roared out, "You answer to me!" Locking his eyes upon Janus he again spoke, rasping out, "Janus….," only to be interrupted.

"You answer to no one," questioned the cavernously deep voice of Hades, Lord of the Underworld. "WE answer to you," he went on, anger lacing his tone, as he strode up to stand at Juno's side.

"How wrong you are," Neptune, King of the Seas added, his voice throbbing with the strength of a tidal wave, as he approached as well to stand on the other side of Juno, presenting Jupiter a united front. "You do answer to us," he went on, "not only us, but our mortal followers as well, not to mention the Oaths of Fealty to the Most-High that we, ALL THREE OF US, took after our defeat of the Titans!"

"You DARE," snapped Jupiter, his mind drawn back to what had happened immediately after he and his brothers had slain Saturn and most of the other Titans.

"We more than DARE," hissed Juno, "We… I, Juno Sospita Lucina Moneta, known as Juno Regina, Queen of the Olympian Gods, Call upon the Most-High for Judgement upon you!" As those words fell from Juno's lips an almighty roar and blinding flash of light filled the chamber, and when it was over both Jupiter AND Juno were bound to their throne by golden bands of energy.

Then, in the eerie silence that now filled the chamber, an ominous whisper of Power was felt, slowly building, holding all in their place as mute witness to the Most-High's Judgement. And that Judgement was swift indeed, barely a few moments into the Powers presence in the chamber, Jupiter began to writhe and scream, ranting, "NO, you cannot do this! This is not what the Powers promised me! I was to reign forever!"

Jupiter's last words tailed off into a piteous wail as his body seemed to both fade out of existence and stretch like someone had taken ahold of the top of his head and pulled like he was made out of soft wax. After what seemed like hours, but in reality, was only moments, Jupiter's throne held only his discarded garments, and the marks left by the golden bands.

"Thus, is Judgement rendered," Juno said in a dual toned voice, as something spoke through her. Continuing she said, "Olympians choose your next leader wisely, for they will have to correct the errors of Jupiter. I can do no more." Then as Juno finished speaking, she seemed to collapse in on herself and crumpled to her throne.

"Mother," called out Juventas, as she rushed to the thrones a chalice of nectar in one hand and a bowl of ambrosia in the other. Kneeling by her mother's side, Juventas placed aside the bowl of ambrosia and lifted the chalice of nectar to Juno's mouth. Carefully, Juventas wet Juno's lips with the nectar, provoking a response from the Queen. Juno stirred and began to awaken out of her stupor, seeing this Juventas said, "Gently, Mother. You've had quite the experience."

Smiling weakly, Juno replied, "Of that there is no doubt, dear Juventas. But I must speak to our fellow Gods, so please, help me to rise."

Putting aside the chalice, Juventas aided Juno to her feet and acted as a support as her mother and Queen began to speak. "My fellow Gods, Jupiter has been found wanting by the Most-High and has been returned to Khaos." Turning to look to Pluto and Neptune she went on, "Brothers, I propose that we three rule, as a Council until such time as we all choose a new leader. "

Looking at each other, both Neptune and Pluto nodded. Turning back Pluto said, "Agreed, but I suggest that We only rule for a season of time, that upon the festival of Saturnalia we vote."

Looking around, taking the temper of the chamber Juno agreed saying simple, "So be it."

Taking a steadying breath, Juventas gently supporting her, casting a gentle smile at her, Juno went on, "Sadly, the bargain that Jupiter, and the other Sky-Fathers, struck stands, as by the letter, if not spirit, of their position they had the right to do so." Waving her hand, she caused a copy of the record to appear before each of the Gods. "If we wish to undue this madness, we must find some way to do it ourselves, so please read the record and hopefully, Most-High willing, we will find a way out of this."

LATER, JANUS' CHAMBERS.

As Janus entered his chambers he thought back to the words of Juno, and hoped that one of the Gods might find a way out of the trap that they were in. 'Damn Jupiter,' he thought to himself, as he went deeper into his room.

Walking to the very back of his chambers, he entered his Sacrum Fontem, the very center of his Power, the focus point for all the energies that his worshiper's prayers provided him. He sighed as the energies washed over him, and for a moment he simply closed his eyes and bathed in their reverence. Then something tugged at his awareness, like the soft caress of the morning's mist. As he followed the sensation down to Terra, he found his attention being drawn to Ethan Rayne, a rather dark worshipper of his, one who weighed his actions more to the violent forms of change. 'Well, to each their own,' Janus thought, 'Now, Let's see what he wants.'

Letting his focus settle more upon Ethan, Janus found him on the western coast of North America, the United States, he believed the mortals called it. Following the pull on his attention, he came closer to his worshipper when he was struck, metaphorically, in the face by the presence of an Oris Infernus, a Hellmouth.

"What in the name of the Most-High is he doing there," Janus muttered to himself, concerned for his worshipper. 'I may be a God,' he thought, 'But I have to care for my followers!' So, he focused his attention upon his follower to see what Ethan had gotten himself into.

ETHAN'S, SUNNYDALE, CA, 28OCTOBER20XX, 7:39 A.M.

Ethan Rayne, Priest of Janus, Son of Chaos cast the last of the powdered B'Raharash horn into the air within his costume shop. Then settling himself into an easy lotus position in front of his bust of Janus he began to pray, "Te, Ianus, tuum fidum degenerem invoco filium. Da auxilium tuum ut id quod est, fiat quod esse videtur! In nomine, Ianus, oro te!"1 After his prayer ended, Ethan spent the next few minutes in silent contemplation, until he felt a slow gentle rise in his power, showing that he had his Lord's attention.

Janus, upon seeing what his priest had in mind, thought that it would be a grand chance at new beginnings. Let the mortals take the form of desires that night and let them see what came of it. Then, as Janus let his blessing flow into his priest, he felt an odd sensation. A sensation he had not felt, for close to two millennia, he felt a Chaonatus, a Chaosborn, one of the Fatalues, Fate's Bane.

Tracking the sensation to the outside he saw them, a young man, tall, slender, and dark of hair and eye. Observing the young man, Janus felt, and assessed, his aura, his self, the very essence of the youth. 'Ah, Alexander is his name,' thought Janus, 'Though he prefers Xander.'

As he went deeper and deeper into Xander's self, more of his life came to Janus' attention. He saw the abuses of his drunken parents, the love and support of his siblings in all but blood, the death at his hands of the monster wearing his brother's face. Janus saw Xander being the chosen prey of a Kleptes-Virgo, one of the She-Mantis, of him being the host for a Primal Hyena Spirit, of defying the Parcae themselves as he brought the Slayer back to life, of him falling in love with an Antiquismortuis, one of the Ancient Dead, and her choosing death over killing him.

Then as Janus went further, and further back in Xander's history, his family's history, he saw the Harris' family leave Caledonia, he saw Alexandrus Leon Charris, of his far ancestors arriving in Imperium Romanum, Imperial Rome, from Graecia, Greece.

As Janus went back to the very beginning of the Harris line, he saw Xander's ultimate ancestor being taken from Terra as a slave and returning from that other world with a wife and child.

As his attention returned to the present Janus saw the difference in the aura of Xander, to the rest of the world, and saw that a faint, almost unnoticeable flow of energy came from him and led off into the Aether. 'Leading off into….," Janus thought to himself, comprehension slowly filling his mind. Then a smile lit his face as, with a thought, he placed his mark upon Xander, and a plan began to form in his mind.

1 Janus, I, your faithful degenerate son, call upon you. Lend me your aid to make that which is, become that which it appears to be.

LATER, SUNNYDALE HIGH LIBRARY

Jenny looked around the table as Giles and Cordelia put the last touches on their characters, then as the two let their pencils rest, she said, "Now, let's go round and give an introduction of our characters." Seeing the looks of confusion on the three D newbies, mostly Giles, Jenny explained, "We want to give the kids an authentic experience, right? So, I want us to kind of… feel out, how our character's persona's will be. How they talk, do they have an accent, any physical quirks, or ticks, like biting their lip while thinking. That kind of thing."

Turning her attention to Cordelia saying, "Ms. Chase, you're a Cheerleader, correct?"

Wondering where Mrs. Calendar was going with this, Cordelia nodded and replied with, "Yes. Squad Captain actually."

"Well, when you get a new routine, you practice it until you can pretty much do it in your sleep, right," Jenny asked the brunette.

"Of course," she responded.

"Then, I want you to think of your character as a performance," Mrs. Calendar instructed, "Just like one of your cheer routines."

Returning her attention to Giles she said, "English, think of this exercise as a jam session. You told me you were once in a band; well, you must gave jammed with your band mates. And the better you are with your instrument, the better the music you produce. Your character is your instrument, and us escorting the kids is our jam session."

Seeing Mrs. Calendar turn to him, Xander raised his hand in a halting motion saying, "Me and Willow get where you're coming from. In fact, me, and Jesse…" Upon saying the name of his dead friend, a brother in all but blood, a wave of grief passed over Xander's and Willow's faces.

Just as Jenny was about to give a few conciliatory words, she saw a flash of something in Xander's eyes. Sorrow and grief, yes, but also rage, a cold, hard rage. The kind of rage that would drive him to destroy the source of it, even if he had to die in the process. The kind of rage she so often saw in the eyes of her Clans' elders. Then, with a shake of his shoulders, the rage was gone, no not gone, she saw but put away. Stored somewhere deep inside of him, ready to be brought out and used when needed. And once again Xander was his normal, silly, and somewhat a-dork-able self.

"Well," Xander continued, after his pause, "Let's just say that me and Willow used to do something like this. In fact, I'll go first." After saying this, he paused and closed his eyes, then after a few moments the way he held himself shifted, and the aura he projected changed.

Opening his eyes, Xander began to speak, "The name's Lysander, Lysander Daleborn. I was born and lived for a while in the Dalelands, Daggerdale so be precise. My family were Lumbermen… Lumbermen, Carpenters, and Woodworkers. Nine Hells, my father's craft was so good his works even graced the hall of Lord Barathal Cormaeril, itself."

Xander slowly leaned forward, clasping his hands, and resting his arms on the table in front of him. As he continued to speak, he slowly moved his gaze around the table, locking eyes, if only momentarily, with the rest of the group.

"For generations my family lived and worked in Daggerdale, and I, like those before me learned my family's trade," as Xander spoke, his voice changed subtly, becoming softer, more contemplative, almost wistful. "Alas," he continued, "I was the youngest of seven, and, Leander, my eldest brother was set to inherit it all, my four sisters all had good prospects for marriage and Melius, my other brother, was bound for the Church of Lathander."

"When I turned 13 Leander wed Shalin Sivertree, a half-elven lass from Shadowdale, and soon after she was with child," Xander gave a smile before continuing, "Ach, Leander was beside himself during her pregnancy, still it all went well and in time baby Alys was born. It was then that I saw what was coming, and I went to my father about it. I knew eventually that I'd have to leave, what with Leander taking over for my father, and him moving his wife into the family home, and I told him I'd leave at 16, but that I wanted his help to get ready for that day. He agreed, and off the two of us went to speak to Lord Barathal and by the end of the day it had been arranged for me to train with the Daggerdale Guard."

Taking a moment Xander stood up and began to walk about a bit, and the group noticed that he now moved in a different manner. He always seemed to have a solid base, though he moved on the balls of his feet, ready to react to anything. Then something became clear to Buffy, Cordelia, and Willow, Xander, who was ripped. While he wasn't overly muscled, like the football team, he was toned and defined. The breadth of his shoulders had been hidden by his clothes and his slouched posture.

'Damn,' thought Cordelia, 'who knew Doofus could look like that!'

Returning to his seat Xander once again took up his narrative, "Over the next three years I trained, and when needed fought, with the Guard. During those years, Leander and Shalin were blessed with yet another child, a son this time. They named him Rhegan, after the man who had introduced them to each other. It was then that I left my home and moved fully into the Guard barracks and life."

Leaning back slightly Xander continued talking, "Over the next 14 months I came into my own as a warrior, and member of the Guard. I soon discovered I was especially skilled with the Battle-axe, Warhammer, Longsword, and Longbow. Nine Hells, it was with my Axe and Hammer that I saved the Guard Captain's young daughter and her friends from a raiding party of Drow from a camp in Cormanthor Forest. Soon came my 16th mornday, and my time to leave the 'Dales. I had readied my gear the night before, and at two hours past sunrise I made my way to Lord Barathal's Keep, upon my arrival I was let into the Lord's Hall to ask His leave to depart Daggerdale and His service."

Xander then let a soft, reminiscing smile grace his lips and with a soft laugh went on, "Imagine my surprise when I was met not only by my Lord Barathal, but by my family and the Guard Captain's as well. They had all come to see me off, and after Lord Barathal had given me permission to leave his service and depart his lands, I was led to the Courtyard where a small leaving feast had been laid out. During the feast I was gifted several precious items. From the Guard Captain I received my breastplate and shield, both bearing the mark of Daggerdale, from his daughter I received a blessed amulet bearing the Sigils of my Gods, Tyr, the Even-Handed and Silvanus, the Green Father."

Xander reached for the neckline of his shirt and mimed pulling a necklace from within it, acting as if he was looking at a pendant. Then, as he made the motions of tucking the pendant away, he spoke once again. "From Leander I received a fine dagger, and the travel tools of our family's trade, plus an admonishment to find someone to care for and to return to Daggerdale with, or to start, a family of my own. From Melius, I received Lathander's blessing and a small bundle of potions, ones for healing and curing poison and illness. Then my father came to me bearing something is a long cloth bag, and upon handing me the bag he said, 'For three years I have worked upon this, three years of care and effort. Three years of remembering a craft I had put aside before even your brother Leander had been born. It was crafted with love and hope, the love of a father for a son, and the hope that a son will return to the father well and whole.' Holding my father's gift in one hand, I drew him in and hugged him tightly. Stepping back from my father I opened the end of the bag and drew forth a masterfully crafted longbow. I stopped and gazed in wonder at the example of my father's craft."

"Stepping aside my father spoke once again, 'On the first day that you began training with the Guard I went deep into the forest, to the Grove of the Oak Father. There I prayed to Silvanus, Mielikki and to all of Nature seeking a sign, something, anything to guide me. Then two things happened, the silence of the Grove was shattered by an eagle's cry and a branch fell from the tree that lay at the very heart of the Grove. That bow is shaped from that branch, and I have named it Eagle's Strike.'"

"I took up Eagle's Strike and strung it," Xander went on, "Testing the draw of the piece of art my father crafted, I felt a subtle vibration and warmth in the wood. Releasing my draw, I went to butts that lay inside the Courtyard. Seeing they were open; I swiftly drew and released an arrow." Xander mimed raising a bow, and drawing and releasing the shot, saying, "My shot flew clean and struck true, better than I had ever seen myself do. Then as I approached the target itself, I saw a sight that shocked and stunned me, my arrow had sunk to the fletching! I turned to look for my father only to find him gone, and Lord Barathal and his men staring in awe at the sight of my arrow buried deep."

Xander once again relaxed into his chair and soon went on saying, "I did not see my father again, as I had hired on to guard a caravan that was leaving at dawn the next day, and after a year of being a caravan guard I've seen much of Faerun at others behest. Now I think it's time to see what I want to see and go where I choose to go."

Then with those final words Xander was once again his normal self, gone was the young, but seasoned, warrior and returned was the awkward Xander-shaped person that they knew.

Silence hung in the library as the rest of the group sat stunned, then finally Jenny spoke up. "Well damn, I wasn't expecting that," she said, still a little wide eyed at the background Xander had given out, "I was expecting something a bit simpler. You know, Name, Class, Race, Description and maybe a bit of background history, likes, dislikes that kind of thing, but definitely not what you gave us. Color me impressed!"

Xander, a sheepish expression on his face, replied, "It just kind of flowed, you know, one bit to the next until the whole story came out." Reaching up he scratched the back of his head and said, "Sorry."

"No need for being sorry," Mrs. Calendar said, "It's just a bit more than I thought we'd get." Pulling her character sheet to her she began, "My character's name is…"

LATER, SUNNYDALE HIGH LIBRARY

As Giles finished his description, Jenny said, "Okay, now that we've established our character's personas we need to talk about our costumes."

Buffy, smiling, reached into her bag, and pulled out the coupon that Snyder had given them. "We might have that covered," she said, waving the coupon, "According to Principal Snyder the PTA came through for us." She paused, taking a closer look at the coupon, then said, "Nice, it's just three stores down from my mom's gallery. We should be able to put our stuff there while we check out the store."

Checking his watch, Giles stood from the table, saying, "Bother, unfortunately I have an appointment at the bank I can't miss." Turning to Jenny, he asked her, "If I give you my sizes, do you think you might be able to get me an appropriate costume?"

"No problems, English," came her reply. And just a few moments later Giles handed her a slip of paper, and then left the library.

Turning to Buffy, Jenny then asked, "So, you said something about your mom's gallery?"

LATER, SUNNYDALE GALLERY

Joyce Summers sat in her office, eating a late lunch, and enjoying one of her guilty pleasures, reading Forgotten Realms novels. She'd have to thank Willow and Xander for introducing her to them. Then she sighed, just as she was turning the page to start the last chapter, the door tone sounded in her office, letting her know that a customer had entered the gallery. Closing the book, she tucked it away in her desks top drawer and left her office.

Just as she entered the main section of the gallery Joyce heard her daughter's voice. "Hey, Mom," the blonde Slayer said as she came up and gave Joyce a hug, "can we put our bags in your office for a bit?"

Returning her daughter's embrace Joyce replied, "Sure, honey. But I have to ask why?" As she hugged Buffy, Joyce saw her daughter's friends Willow and Xander. She also saw a pretty brunette that she swore she'd seen in the gallery before, then it came to her. This was Franklin Chase's daughter. 'Cor, Courtney, was it? No, Cordelia that's it,' Joyce thought to herself.

"Oh, that's easy to explain," replied Buffy, "Principal Snyder 'volunteered' the four of us to escort kids on Halloween. Now, we have to get costumes to match the theme the kids picked for us." Reaching into her pocket Buffy pulled out the coupon Snyder had given them. "Plus, we got this nifty discount coupon that the PTA arranged," the blonde said, "It's for that place that opened just down from here. Evan's, I think?"

"No, honey," said Joyce with a chuckle in her voice, "It's Ethan's. Apparently, he does work in Hollywood as a costume designer. The stuff in his store is all his work."

"Cool," said Xander, "Movie grade costumes should be impressive."

"You might actually have a point, Doofus," said Cordellia.

Smiling at the interactions of the teens, Joyce returned her attention to her daughter. "Okay, Buffy. You, and your friends can put your bags in my office, just do me a favor?" said Joyce.

"Sure. What do you need?" Buffy asked.

"There's a receipt in my bag, for Ethan's.," Joyce explained, "Could you pick up my costume for me?"

"Absolutely," came a swift response from the Slayer.

Joyce gave Buffy another quick hug, saying, "Go on then.," and watched as the foursome made their way to her office, drop off their bags and then troop off out of the store.

ETHAN'S, JUST AFTER.

A bell's chiming announced the teens arrival at the store, drawing the attention of both Mrs. Calendar, who was just finishing her purchase, and the man at the register.

"Welcome to Ethan's," the man said in noticeable English accent, "If you give me a moment, I'll be right with you."

"Thank you, but take your time," said Cordelia, who was already looking at the costumes on display.

"Actually, Mr. Rayne," said Mrs. Calendar, "These are the others that I told you about earlier."

"Ah, is that so," said the Englishman, "Very well then. Let's get cracking, shall we!"

Looking at the four teens he focused in on Xander first, "Let's start with you," he said with a nod. "That way these young ladies can have a word with Mrs. Calendar here and see what strikes their fancies." And with that he led Xander into the depths of the store.

Just under 20 minutes later Xander and Ethan returned with the both of them loaded down with various sized bags and boxes. Buffy approached as the two men laid their burden down upon the counter. Curious, Buffy reached out to open a long, rectangular case. Only to jerk back her hand in surprise as Xander's hand snaked out to slap her wrist.

"No peeking," he said in a lightly scolding tone, "You'll just have to wait for Halloween."

"Well, if you want to keep your costumes a surprise," Ethan said, "Why don't I just take you each back one at a time? Just to keep the mystery."

The three girls looked at each other, holding a quick, silent conversation, before with a final nod Buffy said, "That sounds like a great idea. But first before I forget. Could you please get my mother's costume?" As the blonde spoke, she pulled her mother's receipt from her clutch and handed it to the store owner.

Taking the slip of paper in hand, Ethan replied saying, "Easy enough." Taking a look at the receipt, he started and asked, "You're Joyce's daughter? How extraordinary."

Curious the Slayer asked, "Why?"

"Oh, nothing much. It's just she was the one who talked me into helping out with the costumes for the Halloween escorts." After saying this he turned to the back of the store and then said, "Ms. Summers, why don't you come with me. We'll get your costume sorted and I can also grab your mom's costume, okay? Oh, and do give her my apologies for the delay with her outfit, it took a bit longer to mend than I thought."

"No problems," Buffy replied following the shopkeeper.

Over the next hour Ethan helped to outfit each of the teens in an appropriate costume, accessories, and all. Leading Cordelia back from her turn being outfitted, Ethan set himself up behind the counter and began to ring up the purchases. "Now, for the coupon," he said, pulling a bingo ball cage from under the counter.

Turning his attention back to the group he said, "Tell you what, each of you have a go at it and the one that gets the largest discount we'll use. Sound good?"

"Okay," said Xander, as he stepped up and gave the cage a spin.

"Oh, let's have a bit of fun with this," Ethan piped in, stopping Xander from opening his ball, "We'll have everyone open theirs at once." At this the three remaining teens and Mrs. Calendar each spun the cage and took their ball. "Now on three," said the Englishman with a smile, "One, Two and Three."

On three the group opened their balls and pulled out the folded slips of paper that lay inside.

"15%," said Jenny, reading from her slip of paper.

"10%," came from Willow.

"5%," said Buffy.

"25%," Cordelia stated.

Xander stared at his slip, and then turned to Ethan saying, "I think you made a mistake here."

"A mistake," questioned the storekeeper.

"Yeah, a mistake," Xander responded handing over the slip, "I doubt that you'd offer a 95% discount."

"95%," Cordelia exclaimed.

"Actually, I did," Ethan responded. "I honestly thought that a single customer, not a group sale like this. But, in spite of all of my flaws I'm still a man of my word! So, 95% off it shall be." And waving off all the protests that Buffy and her friends put forth, Ethan proceeded to close out the sale. Then as he escorted the group out of the store he said, "Enjoy the costumes and enjoy Halloween."

Moments after the door closed and the group was no longer in sight, he turned to the back of the store, envisioning where the bust of Janus was and whispered, "Pro Chaos gloria. In nomine tuo, Domine Ian."2

2 "For the glory of Chaos, In your name, Lord Janus."