Closing Ceremony

Khalor watched as Astaroth's body dissipated.

"What a waste of time." He said.

He then raised his head to the sky, waiting for something.

A moment after he raised his head, a figure appeared.

"So you were waiting for me. How did you know I would come?" The person asked.

"I think we have already established that I know of many things, Ms. Levesque. Let us skip this useless small talk, shall we?" Khalor said, his gaze cold as the ice of the north pole.

"Very well, Mr. Magnus. Shall we get straight to business, then?" The chairwoman asked.

"I am not interested in fighting you, if that is what you meant. What I truly want is an explanation," Khalor flatly replied.

Constantine seemed almost disappointed for a moment, but quickly regained her composure. Even if she wanted to fight Khalor oh so badly, she was not here for that right now.

"What explanation, pray tell, do you think I owe you?" she asked Khalor.