The Wabbit turned and ran up the steps to meet Lapinette. But the sky darkened, the tower tipped right and ghostly creatures appeared in the sky and on rooftops. "I wasn't expecting this, Lapinette." Lapinette looked in all directions and shook her head. "Nor me." A Raven settled beside her. One that she knew. "Why the fancy get-up, Raven?" Raven shook all his feathers. His voice was a gurgling croak and he swooshed his wings. "I'm blending in." The devil with the numbers took a dive at the Wabbit. Lapinette lashed at it. "Don't worry," said Raven, "They're not really real." The Wabbit remonstrated. "Well, that one gave me a nasty nip." "I mean they're not actually evil," added the Raven, "They are Precursors, who carry the signifiers." The Wabbit chortled. "You sound like Skratch." Raven's role was to forecast. "Evil dost cometh and it shall take the form of The Agents of Satanism." The Wabbit slapped a paw to his forehead. "We've met." The Raven continued. "They shall be legion and what they lack in intelligence, they make up for with baseness. They are an overwhelming presence." Lapinette whispered. " They shall not prevail. We will cast them out." The Wabbit ground all of his 28 teeth. "It's us who do the casting around here!" The Raven whooshed his wings and quoted Ephesians. "There shall be no coarse joking or obscenity or foolish talk." Lapinette giggled softly. "That rather lets you out, Wabbit!"
