Their steps, traced by savagery and madness, were in a way just as menacing as Melichor's total lack of movement. An appreciation for the finer things in life made Gwydyon's steps slower than they should have been. Assuming the worst - that Melichor was indeed able to devour his soul as one might devour a roughly equivalent amount of cotton candy or some other nonsense - he would never again be able to watch I Love Lucy. Sleeping in the same bed with Susa-no-O was oddly comforting, in that he knew a pitbull was always by his side should the worst happen. Would he cease to exist? Nothing more than empty calories in the grim diet of an ancient world-wrecking fiend whose hunger was as insatiable as his lust for virgins? That thought made him shudder, but Gwydyon would not give in to his fear. Melichor's time had come, and with it would come the end of -
"I said, '$4,000!'" a grainy and shrill voice reached his ears.
"I'm sorry, today's show was canceled," 'Bob' informed her quietly.
"Like hell it was! I've been coming to this show every day for twenty years trying to get in!"
Melichor turned them and spread his hands, as if to say, 'what can ya do?'. Unprofessional as it was to have sympathy for the plight of this his most hated adversary, Gwydyon could and did. Old people were notoriously hard to deal with. They smelled... odd, as though they had become something new and inhuman once reaching a certain age. Liver spots, stray knots of hair appearing all over their bodies. Jaundice to turn the eyes yellow. Very visceral and disgusting reminder of what happened to mortal people when they went beyond a certain point. Beyond all that, however, old people were -
"I'm very sorry, ma'am-"
"Hey, old woman! 'scuse me, we're in the middle of a friggin' fight!" Susa-no-O bellowed with rage in every fiber of his being.
"What did you say?" the old bag's call was the caw of a crow.
"I said that the show was canceled to-" 'Bob' tried again.
"Like hell it was! I've been coming to this show every day for twenty years trying to get in!"
"You have got to be kidding me," Gwydyon growled in annoyance.