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The coughing guest collapsed on the ground, foaming at the mouth. Nearby guests made noises of shock and backed away from him.

Ishmael pushed (well, more like body checked) people out of his way to get to the mortal. He crouched by the man and started to take the mortal’s mask off as well as his own, only to be met with hissing from the masquerades attendees.

“Okay...” the deity muttered, moving to touch the mortal’s neck. He immediately recoiled as if he’d been burned.

Orphos pulled Bliss close to him, putting one hand on his machete.