Mischievous Languidness

Mischievious Languidness

The sizzling pits of Hell erupted in its scorching heat, blowing out another magmatic burst suffocating the air with a smoky cloud sailing over its skies that brewed in multitudinous cauldrons. The wind speed in Hell was nothing short of fiendish either, only feasible by those hellbent on persevering through its difficult speed and whatnot.

Fortunately, Clownpiece was one who did not suffer these repercussions when she was created by her master Hecatia and purified by the sagacious spirit, Junko. The blonde-haired fairy battled through its oafishness and complexity with relative ease, withstanding its blithering temperatures she had long grown used to throughout her lifetime here.

Being indoctrinated the ideals and immoralities coating every wall and hellstone by her Master, Clownpiece stayed here where it felt like home. Sporadically, Junko would often arrive to postulate stratagems for making Chang'e expiate as punishment because she was the accomplice to Junko's husband committing filicide. When the Lunar Trio grouped together to discuss plans against Chang'e, Clownpiece was the one who was far too puerile to concentrate, asking for sweets across the table or napping due to failing to adhere Hecatia's command.

Recently, Clownpiece had spent her days in Gensokyo with the three roguish fairies known as Luna Child, Sunny Milk, and Star Sapphire. Her Master sent her an ulterior mission to explore the land of Gensokyo and observe its fundamentals and people, hoping to learn about it, as well as the immaculate time to strike when the Shrine Maiden wasn't around to forfeit her plans. The hell fairy was behooved to remember to study its landscape, and as Hecatia's subordinate, Clownpiece was her most useful fairy at the time.

After the incursion with Okina Matara, the Secret God, Clownpiece remained in Gensokyo with the Three Fairies of Light. The hell fairy was in propinquity with Hakurei Shrine, living under it as an abode filled with her own version of Hell. Clownpiece was fervor with her mirthful pranks slushing to and fro, awakening everyday to "prank" a human into rioting and indulging in ferocity, pummeling each other into the ground.

Clownpiece intended to do just that, but she felt execrable right as the Sun flapped its wings into the air.

"Ugh...what is going on," Clownpiece questioned, her joints stiff while her temperature blazed importunately. "I feel horrible..."

The hell fairy crawled out from under the Hakurei Shrine, albeit without her usual ebullient demeanor. Clownpiece huffed and puffed, slumping to feel her limbs buckling, hardly able to keep a firm grip on her madness stick. Never once had Clownpiece felt so feeble, more than what her flesh and blood could withstand.

"Hell's atmosphere doesn't compare to this blood-gushing, flesh-quivering heat," Clownpiece breathed out painfully, feeling her body beginning to collapse. "It's like...I'm being baked on the inside..."

Clownpiece's body ached - her sylphlike body falling into the ground face-first with her madness stick falling out of her grasp. The hell fairy was flabbergasted a foreign feeling could quash her pristine lifeforce sufficiently to inducing effects Clownpiece had never experienced before.

The blonde-haired varmint remained sprawled out on the ground with the hours passing by. As a hell fairy, Clownpiece did not require sustenance to maintain her survivability and vitality thanks to Junko's purification power, but she was susceptible to the lull of sleep. Due to this, the corrosive sickness hacked at her astrocytes to produce adenosine, rendering Clownpiece closer to the depths of unconsciousness.

"Clownpiece?" A voice rang out from the fairy's side. Despite the anesthetic needle closing in on Clownpiece's body to bestow her a field day into sleep, Clownpiece fought through its infectious roots to be greeted by the sight of a familiar individual - a cakewalk of deduction allowed the hell fairy to spot the Chinese outfit garnished with a paint-job of red and gold. A dalachi was perched atop her head like a bird nest; its crescent-shaped design signaling who this being was.