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Epitaph of Anguish: To Flee Through Space and Time

A large swathe of dialogue and events in this chapter are fostered in from the tale Midnight Parade by SunnyClockwork on the SCP wiki https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/midnight-parade

(Aka Quail really likes glitter gluing all of the silly lil tales into one semi-congruent timeline)

translation:

"ƒ-✤✽♠✤⑄-☊✽!" - "Disgusting!"

 "Τόσο πολύτιμο... αντικείμενο με ζωή μέσα. Ηρέμησε μικρό πράγμα. Δεν θα σου κάνω κακό. Εγώ ο Ήφαιστος σε επισκεύασα." - "So precious...an object with life inside. Calm down little thing. I won't hurt you. I, Hephaestus, repaired you."

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The Black Lord tore the shack apart. Furniture was upended, and the Doctor was called over and over again. He knew that he would not find his Wandsman here, however.

He knew all too well that his Wandsman was gone perhaps forever this time. 

Still, he tore wooden slats from the walls till his fingers bled. He searched under even the most unlikely hiding places until his knees were crack-ed and bruised. He called and cried the Doctor's name until his voice broke and he finally sunk to the floor. He was exhausted. He was lost, and without his love, and knew only that it was all too clear his darling Doctor had been taken away. 

Unable to withhold such any longer, Anguish sobbed. He simply couldn't understand how this had happened. He'd taken every precaution. Ensured that, for once, the Doctor recalled even the most painful points of his memory during the typical ritual of remembrance the Black Lord now had to guide him through each time he returned to Alagadda. He'd even considered leaving the Doctor behind in the new Court of Black... but he'd known before his departure that, if the Ambassador caught on too quickly, that Court would have certainly been burned to the ground just as Anguish had those of his fellow Lords.

It seemed, though, that his nightmares had come to fruition anyway. He could only speculate as to how the Doctor had been found out. Perhaps the partygoers in the Court of Red? The medics sent away from the Court of Yellow? Or had Diligence herself fled to here from the Court of White? Maybe it was none of that. Maybe the Ambassador had always known, and was merely biding its time to bring down a blow that hurt the Black Lord more than any torture. Than any exile. Than any massacre.

At long last, he looked up from the floor, and, briefly, thought he saw something reflective glint beneath the heavy woodstove. It couldn't be... Anguish moved closer, reaching under the heavy iron thing... and pulled the Doctor's wand out from beneath it. He was shocked... had whomever had taken his Wandsman simply left it behind? It couldn't be... surely.... However, when the Black Lord turned it in his hands, ebony scale-like carvings twining from the pointed brass spike at the bottom all the way up near the rounded head like twin snakes seemed to almost shimmer in the bare light, and the copper-colored head still had a pair of rough patches where a set of sculpted wings once rose from the sides and pointed outward. (It had been a caduceus before it was broken... a clever little design, really. However, Dýo still couldn't fully wrap his head around why the wand imitated a symbol from Grecian religion when the bearer had been strictly Catholic when first acquiring it).

It struck Anguish, then, that the Doctor must have hidden it... either as a precaution, or as he was being taken. Perhaps, then, there was hope... there was almost nothing quite so powerful as a Wandsman's wand, after all. Hence, the Black Lord ran out of the shack and headed straight to the capitol. It was almost midnight, now. By all means, the streets should have been empty, and yet the deposed Lord swiftly felt his arm grabbed and he was pulled into an alleyway where he was suddenly face to face with one of his peons, the gangly fellow swiftly releasing him and stepping back picking at his plain black cloak with discomfort. Appalled, the Lord spoke, outraged, "What are you doing?! I need to get out of the city to-"