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What were they calling it? The spire demon? Adorable. Simply adorable. It wasn't a demon at all. It was— —{critical system failure. message removed. error code: 5p01l3r5} What wasn't quite so adorable was the bloody mess that it had made of Wessex. That really was a pity—and not just because of all the body parts strewn about, but because the ascended really had been made of special stuff. Literally. The Voice was not one to let things go to waste. And so she collected and decontaminated and debugged and assembled and reassembled. It wasn't hard to do of course. She'd been doing it for centuries now. And that was why after a few weeks of being 'dead', Wessex find herself awakening precisely where she had left off (albeit with a good deal more snow), and perhaps a few upgraded bits for her trouble.