Music:crown me king- the dweller on the threshold must die
archibald sat down on the basement glowering. mortimer was up to something. mortimer was always up to something, but before tonight archie had always believed that it was them against everyone else. this time, though, archie realized mortimer was thinking about the group. it was in the way he looked at daphne, mostly. well fuck that, fuck mortimer. archie had come too far to be stopped by some fucking asshole. archie had dealt with the dukes of hell, personally. he was not over awed by their peacock radiance or their flaming swords. he wasn't even about to stop when some asshole human with a shotgun & a skeleton's grin glared at him.