There was merriment within the halls of the Boot Boys, who were happy that the dock strike was over even if the curfew continued. Outside of their hall unnatural whipporwills and ravens had gathered for their prey, prey they had continued to hunt after Aessesser's demise. They had no cause to leave after their demonic cousin had been lost. They were also able to sense a moment
Two lads were carrying several packages on the evening before All Hallows Eve, the usually smoggy streets of New Babbage were worse than usual, tinged with a sick yellow color which blanketed the streets and had managed to confuse the older of the two urchins.
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.
Henri had arrived a few hours early, and prepared for what he intended to do for the night, and a few hours later his audience slowly started to arrive. He'd been telling the truth of course, from his point of view, as the perception of explosions engulfed everyone.
On the eighteenth of November Henri hadn't gone there to take that mechaniloid through the rift originally, but it just felt as if it was meant to happen, and something in the way the voice said revealed things to Henri that he wasn't expecting. The two of them must go in, and after he fell through he saw his entire life flash before his eyes in random succession it seemed.