#023/Q-1/265F returned to India and was acknowledged for his efforts in ending the war. His further contributions to attaining and upholding peace and safety for all residents of the Citadels spanned decades and saw him eventually appointed Lord Protector of the People, a symbolic title, by Lady Athena Kain and Queen Beatrice I. He founded an international police force and is still heading it successfully today.
Tezcatlipoca spent the next fifty years prancing around the central american rainforest as a giant jaguar. He enjoyed it immensely, and has since created extensive rainforests in Vrilspace for the same purposes.
Moloch would never be a stranger to his remaining three “cultists”, but after their initial visit to India he told them there were some things he needed to do alone before he could properly join this new world. What these things were is never really clear to the humans he knows but at least one of them (based on sightings) seems to have involved him destroying the remains of a large temple complex in the middle east, paying particular destructive attention to a bronze anthropomorphic bull statue and to sealed underground pits that when opened released a large amount of ash onto the winds.
Kali assures him that the whisky her distillery makes is supposed to taste like that, he certainly can’t disagree with the name. He’ll never really quite get used to having a great-many-times niece equivalent.
Sameera is excellent company for visiting each of the remaining data-troves and archives on earth and checking none of his kind remain trapped as their guardians. She and Astaroth started the process of setting all his people free, well, started a large part of it, it feels right that she’s also there to see through its completion.
Moss and Leo seem to have more cats every time he visits Hanover. Something about a cat medical school? Briar’s growing up strong, bit short for her age but strong of life force. The first one after many he couldn’t save. It’s not atonement, those many weren’t his fault, but it’s a good that matters particularly to him.
He visited Victoria frequently after the war ended, accompanying her home and comforting his sister as best he could after her abdication and faked death from old age. He couldn’t think of any good suggestions for a new name. He declined to stop using his own litany of them, he’d been all of those figures, after all, and it seemed like cheating to refuse to live with the deeds and words that went with them.
After a while, a lot of them get older, as humans do. Their grandchildren don’t really know him, just another black-clad figure from their grandparents’ past, a character in countless stories. That’s alright, they’re good kids so far as he can tell, and he’s not short of company when he wants it and sometimes when he doesn’t. Jane can find him nearly anywhere he goes, he suspects she’s got a scanner calibrated to his essence pattern somewhere in her head. Her poetry does improve with time but he always likes the terrible haiku the best and suspects she still writes them bad deliberately just for him.
They remind him.
There is one particular new friendship that few quite understand, with a Lazarus Unit. She was one of the last ever made at the Raasay station before it was destroyed. She has a strong affinity for atlantean technology and ends up assigned to help with Lewy’s decommissioning program for the dangerous devices. Moloch encourages her to try and salvage the history and the good while she decommissions the bad. Condemning it all as evil or a product thereof would be a tragic waste, “I had a friend once who proved that to me.” She’s worked out he’s probably talking about the human she once was (wasn’t hard, her death vision was one of his memories of that human), but he’s always treated her like a person of her own. Maybe she’ll get the full story out of him one day, she does have all the time in the world.
He particularly likes visiting museums about the war and how it ended. The tours they give schoolchildren are pretty heavily sanitised and simplified for easy digestion and regurgitation in history exams. This has the unfortunate effect of being boring as fuck, which won’t even remotely do, those people should be remembered properly. The tourguides and teachers recognise him on sight nowadays as he approaches the groups and sigh, resigning themselves to the letters from parents they’ll get tomorrow about the kids being exposed to age-inappropriate content.
“Ah, the Hanover exhibit, that brings back some memories. Oh the stories I could tell about that lot… Well, there’s a bit of sex and violence so it probably wouldn’t be appropriate for you guys… Well, if you really want to hear about it, I guess I could tell you about Agnes Fletcher, she was one of the tamer people present there toward the end of the war…”
and let’s not even get into the inaccuracies…
"…Hang on, is that meant to be me? That looks nothing like the human guise I was wearing at the time! And you’ve omitted Jane’s organic covering and tidied up her hat, the pink isn’t nearly fluorescent enough. I can get you a better reference for the diorama if you want… Seriously, though, kids, Jane Flowers has NEVER had any sense of how colours interact in attire…"