...it was clear that this was a bad situation. I had to get my host
out of that fracas. Fortunately the boiler on the car was still
burning, I pitched a bit more coke into the fire chamber, and took
off. Alas, my escape had not gone unnoted. The fiend Dra'Kazenil saw
me leave and had somehow alerted his servant Antoinette, who had
nudged her team into the road, trying to force me over the precipice
to the left. Instead I threw on some more coke, opened the throttle
and headed uphill to the right, barely missing the trees and sliding
sideways as the rocky slope gave way. I was quickly past her, but the
horses had spooked and overturned her wagon. Antoinette pitched
headlong down the ravine, but one of the powder barrels came bouncing
down with her, smashing into the front wheels of the Steamer as I came
around the switchback. The force of the impact nearly drove me over
the side of the road, but once again I was able to turn uphill to
avoid the plunge. This time the hill was too steep, and the Steamer
smashed its front wheels against a boulder. The shock caused the
frame to fall asunder, and I tumbled out onto the road and sat there
dazed. Antoinette stood up, an amazing feat given the way the bones
splayed through her skin, and drew forth a cruel and wicked looking
knife. At that moment, the boiler from the Steamer, indignant at the
lack of maintenance in the past 15-some years, the excess of fuel I had
added in my haste, and the very recent abuse of being driven into the
side of a mountain, chose that moment to spilt open along the seam
that pointed at Antoinette. My elation at this apparent act of
providence was short-lived, for when she fell, horribly burned by the
plume of fierce steam, there was no longer any shield between the
boiler and my host. I saw the plume reach out to me, and then remember
naught until Abcdefgiel came to me and drew my forces from the
blistered and burned body, telling me that he and the Malakite had
not only driven Dra'Kazenil from the place, but had destroyed the tome
as well. Our best reasoning is that the sorcery from the book that had
prevented me from assaulting Dra'Kazenil celestially had also bound
me into my host body, this we believe accounting for my being struck
senseless and unable to leave after my host had died.
I admit that that explanation in no way explains why after having allowed a host I occupied to die I show no sign of dissonance or discord. I do have a question though, Dominic Sir. Have others been ordered to report to the Seraphim Council for not being dissonant, or am I just special?
[End of report]
... of course the last extant copy of "The Tome of Secrets" wasn't supposed to be destroyed, it was supposed to be recovered and returned to the Vatican's forbidden works section, and of course D'K fled after the Malakite set the rail station on fire, what with all those barrels of powder he freighted in for the mine stored in the back, he wasn't going to waste a vessel on a lost cause ... I wouldn't call it Abcdefgiel's fault, they only told him that "D'K and Antoinette weren't supposed to have that book, get it away from them", Yves didn't explicitly say "and bring it back in one piece".
I think D'K was using the powder to blast an abandoned mine deeper, and then use songs from the tome of secrets to establish a new tether. "A gold mine is just a hole in the ground with a balseraph at the top."