[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Oh my Gods, you are such an adorable little dork." Merlin sembles back into her human form, ready to watch the next episode. As she does, though, the church bells ring from the main hall, marking 9 AM.

"Aw, jeez, we're pretty much out of time," she laments. Growing suddenly somber, she continues "You'd better call your Servant, Erik, the others will be here soon." She decides to not mention that she basically forgot about Don Quixote. There was popcorn, and cartoons, and... yeah.

Looking at the seemingly-naïve boy who's become her friend, the ancient wizard feels a sudden surge of worry and sadness. It was so nice to have been able to take a day to enjoy being human again, but now...

I don't want him to die. I'm not supposed to interfere, but... I don't know if I'll be able to help it. Why do I even have all these powers if I can't even save one innocent person? Why does this even happen? Am I the only one who'd rather have a party than a war?

She knows what's coming, but she chooses not to acknowledge it, not to look at the future that's written before them.

Maybe a miracle will happen and they'll all decide ultimate cosmic power isn't worth dying over....