Kat and Ella walked along for a bit on the snowy New York road. They came up to a quaint little cafe. "Let's get some food," Kat suggested gently. Ella merely nodded, sat down in a booth, and stared blankly at a menu. Kat pushed the menu down. She looked Ella in the eyes. Ella's stomach dropped. 'Shit' she thought. 'Kat is about to give me "the talk", isn't she?'. Kat looked straight into Ella's eyes and said "I'm not going to sugarcoat this hon, so I'll just say it. You need to snap the fuck out of whatever depression you are in. You are a dead woman. You can't go back to your life, or even see your family again, so there is nothing to pout about. Trust me, people have tried and failed. You'll see your family and friends eventually as soon as they die. That's life, so get over yourself.". Ella just looked at Kat, rage building up in her core.
She screeched "What do you know about being dead! I'm sure you didn't even have anyone you cared about. You weren't killed by your boyfriend, the love of your life, only to find out he was a demon! You didn't watch your sister's face as you destroyed the man she thought she loved, so don't start preaching to me about 'depression' and shit!". Ella's chest was heaving. It felt good to get that out. She just felt kind of bad that it was all aimed at Kat. Kat motioned for Ella to sit back down. Ella grudgingly obliged. "You want to know what happened to me?" she said, her voice low. "I'll tell you what happened to me.". Kat leaned back in her booth and began to tell her story.
"It was around 400 years ago when I was alive. I lived in Salem. That was my first mistake. My second was adopting Chesterfield, but I'll get to that later. Anyway, I stood out in Salem. First thing, I could swim. Down in the Americas, they thought only witches floated. I was friends with some people, they were… misunderstood. They did some bad things. We were all seen as odd. My other mistake was Chesterfield. He was small soft black cat with yellow eyes. He was perfectly tame, and never hurt a fly, well, he was actually pretty salty. I'm sure you known the lore about black cats and witches.
The point is, I stood out. When there was a bad harvest, the villagers blamed witches. Guess who was the first one they burnt? Don't answer that, they burnt me first. I was in so much pain, I was glad when my life ended, but then I was tossed into the fires of hell. Its like that saying, out of the frying pan and into the flame. I occasionally saw some other villagers in hell, but I never stopped to chat. I never saw my family again. After 350 years of being a demon, I was promoted to Envy's right-hand-woman. I was so proud. On that very same day, an angel but into Luci's chambers. I was blamed once more. From there, I was thrown into a pit of holy water. Did I get to die then? Of course not. Now I was an outcast in heaven too. So don't come to me complaining about how hard your death and afterlife are, because I will feel no sympathy for you."
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Purgatory
FantasyKat is a demon. Well, was a demon. Maybe still is a demon? Everything gets really confusing when you end up in Purgatory, thrown out of hell by Lucifer himself, who isn't actually that impressive. OK, I suck at writing summaries. At least i tri...
