Turns out alliance ceremonies involve a lot more arguing than I'd expected, which in hindsight was obvious because getting five different supernatural factions to agree on anything was like herding cats except the cats could kill you and also held centuries-old grudges.
The witches wanted the ceremony at dawn because apparently that's when magic was strongest or whatever.
The vampires wanted it at dusk because sunlight was uncomfortable even if it wouldn't kill them.
The wolves wanted it at noon because that's when the pack was most alert.
And I wanted it to be over so we could stop debating optimal timing and actually formalize this thing before the demon recovered enough to attack again.
"Compromise." I interrupted what was probably round fifteen of the same argument. "We do it at sunset. Witches get their magic transition time, vampires aren't uncomfortable, wolves are still alert. Everyone's slightly unhappy which means it's fair."
