A spirit, long held captive within the Nacht Mahrt, Heliotrope Lionheart, had been released from his prison that fateful night earlier this week. Now, one year after his death and the marriage of the last Sinclaire, he scratched an itch on the back of the creature he now possessed. He would have to thank that cat he supposed as the bird shook itself.
Aessesser, the raven who he had forced to stay by his side as a child, had still been in New Babbage all of this time. It had followed one doomed soul after another, and in the dream scape had found Henri weak though still protected. The bird had always hated him, but had also come to care for him in it’s own twisted way. It took him into him, and the two now shared its form.
His deal had said he would never manifest in the physical world again, it had been unspecific about possession or precariously existing here in other ways. Laughing to himself, in a laugh that only the mad or an otherworldly creature would hear as Henri’s own and not a ravens call, and to only Henri’s ears sounded gently benevolent, he took flight over the city.