03/05/2025 Snippet, [Something something fantastical French Revolution]

I have no idea what the title is yet, sorry. I have an idea how it’s all going to go, the plot, and the twist – but not the title.

The lutin had fought to the death. This concerned Joseph only because she had taken three of the militia with her into the Void, and wounded another two. That was a bad tally for the Revolution, no matter what the detestable priests said.

Ministers, he reminded himself. Ministers. They all bristle at even the smallest hint that they might bow to Rome.

Citizen Commissioner Joseph Fouché was not a man who believed in superstition, religion, or other nonsense, so he did not see the approach of Citizen Reverend Kraemer as being somehow caused by his musings. Instead, he simply accepted it as being a mere annoyance in a day full of aggravations. From the look on Kraemer’s face, the feeling was mutual. “Why was this spawn of Satan not captured, Commissioner?” the witch-hunter puffed out, waving one somehow still-pudge hand at the scene. “Were your men not enough for a monster one-third their size?”

Joseph gave Kraemer a look that would have frozen the blood of any Jacobin or sans-culotte. Alas, it had the same effect against a German fanatic witch-hunter as water did on a duck. “First off, they are not my men, or yours, or the Committee’s. They were men of the Revolution. Second?” Joseph shrugged. “The monster had a grenade, and the willingness to wait until… what is the American phrase? …until she ‘could see the whites of their eyes’ before lighting the fuse. I expect she thought that preferable to one of your auto-de-fes.”

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