What Once Was

Chapter 34- Little Person

-Charlie POV

I'm a little person. And I think I always had been.

My whole life has been spent living in a grand palace, filled with so many riches it seemed rotten to be this rich.

Born by none other than the First Fallen Angel, and the First Woman, I had a legacy to carry. It was hard to not crumble under the pressure of a predetermined future.

They say money buys you happiness, and it does, only to an extent and then you're left with an aching feeling that you're alone. That no living creature in Hell will see you for who you are, but rather for who you will be, and for what you possessed. You unfortunately, get used to it, because there's nothing you can really do. But it's not always as depressing as I seemed it to be. For there were grand parties filled with so many luxuries, or to enjoy the many clothes, and other materialistic things you had. I could dress entirely in clothes made out of gold, I could travel the rings through the rings of Hell in luxurious cars and planes and boats.

I wasn't free though to do as I pleased, and for that I was hungry for. For that did I grow a some sort of resentment, and a sense of rebellion.

In a dining room that could host as hundreds of demons that was pleased, was where I sat by myself and ate my small little meals. A palace whose hallways were decorated to the brim of its owners story through paintings and portraits, did I find solace in them, and view the world that I had learned from just viewing. A garden that I would sit in, as I watched the everlasting exotic flowers, and the main attraction of it, the Tree of Knowledge; If one sat underneath it did one hear whispers of incoherent things. And just beyond it was the wall that divided me from the world I will rule over.

Growing up, Dad would tell me about it, and how I could do anything to my heart's content. I would rule over sinners who he considered to be nuisances. It was my destiny to be a ruler, whether I wanted to or not. Either way I had no say in it. But my parents did help me allow explore my interests. As I grew up did they focus more on me, but now that I was more grown up did they slowly distance themselves, and it hurt. I was clearly not that important; They didn't make time for me. I wished I could tell them I wanted to be with them, even if it meant I had to sit through long boring meetings with the other royalty of Hell. Id I was just with them for a bit that would be more than enough.

I lived in a crazy mad world, filled with estranged magic and residents who were crazy to the brim. It all felt like a fever dream. But back in the human realm, did I find the only thing that made me felt as if I was intoxicated.

I hoped, somewhere, maybe someday. Maybe somewhere far away, would there have been another little person, who would look at me, and say, "I know you. You're the one I've waited for. Let's have some fun. Life is precious every minute, and more precious with you in it."

And I did find him. He was magic embottled in the flesh of a human. His soul, pure, honest, and direct as he stared at me for me. Though he never told me what I longed for someone to tell me, his actions and sweet words spoke even more in volumes. But he stared at me for just me, Charlie, a girl who wasn't the literal ruler of Hell, but a girl who just wanted to have fun and have a simple little life. A little life, for a little person.

For a change, it was nice being seen for a change, and realizing you weren't living under your parents legacy. You were living for you. And it was all about you.

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September 25th , 1920
New Orleans

I shut the door as I had bid goodbye to Al. I could hear his footsteps gore faintier as he stepped away. I quickly took a peek from the window, softly pushing aside the white curtain and seeing his figure minimize as he headed to his car. He turned it on, and made his way into the city.