underworld

i met a man named zagreus today. he was accompanied by triptolemus. zagreus looked crazed, but not in quite the same way that triptolemus did, and always does, for that matter. no, he looked more scared than driven or obsessive. like someone who didn't really want to be in the circumstances he was in.

how... familiar.

zagreus seemed like he could've been a hippie if he were born back in the sixties. he certainly rocked a pretty nice beard. long hair, too.

sadly, he was instead born in a time and a place in which his long hair and incredible beard were put to waste, scorned, as it were, by fate itself. he's an angel, like his boss triptolemus, but unlike triptolemus, he isn't in it for fun, or out of loyalty to angel face. no, zagreus just wants to get out, and the other angels know it. he used to work for arc, those buzzkills with the badges, but he got bored of that pretty quick.

the only other agent zagreus really liked too well was named xander. i think xander is just about the only reason zagreus stuck around. actually, i'm reasonably certain erotic friend fiction was written about the two of them. people who knew them personally said zagreus was just protective of him, like an older brother but less annoying.

(not that i'd know anything about having siblings, myself. giles and uncle markus are just about the only family i've ever had, and i've never had a problem with them. it's just a shame i completely abandoned them and haven't kept in contact. i do wonder what giles is up to nowadays. i wonder if he smiles when he thinks of me, or just frowns. i wonder if he thinks of me at all.)

when xander got killed, and zagreus got sucked into angel face's private world for a hot sec, he got it in his head to become an angel. i can't say i blame him. other than the pull the world of bliss has on people's minds, zagreus just didn't see any reason to stick around once xander was gone.

unfortunately, angel face himself was the one who killed his partner in the first place and angels are a bunch of stupid cowards.

if you're curious about how much i know involving all the juicy gossip related to everyone’s favorite batman wannabes, well... trust me, there's more where that came from. those guys really need to learn to keep their mouths shut.

(as i write this, i am smiling ominously. as if you needed to be told.)

anyways, zagreus and triptolemus came in to the night shop a few hours ago. they wanted information on a puppet by the name of henrietta. she matched the description clara gave of her mother, and they share a surname. i connected the dots pretty quick, though in the context of the turf war, i was also pretty quick to realize why they needed information on her.

i was in a bit of a tight spot. i bluffed. i forget what i said, but i plan to keep my eye on those two. i'm not really certain as to clara's circumstances, but it sounded like she was in a pretty tight spot as-is, and i wouldn't want to inadvertently make things worse for her.

...i should really remember what i told them. tangled webs are easier to keep separate when the spider weaving can see them clearly, after all.

er. oops.