Believe.

10.

Marisol sat in the kitchens, chewing on a pastry she'd found while staring at the apples in a basket. They were...off, looked too perfect. Too shiny and too ripe.

It was just a reminder she was in Hell.

The doors opened and she looked over, relaxing when she saw Wrath, the demon looking around before he saw Marisol and smiled softly.

"Hey Mari" he said, closing the door and heading over, sitting beside Marisol,

"Hey Mike" she said, smiling at him, "what's up?"

Wrath shrugged, "Not much...how'd the talk with The Queen go?"

Marisol shrugged, taking a bite of her pastry,

"Well, I'm invited to that dance and have an appointment with a tailor soon...yay me"

Marisol offered the pastry to Wrath who took a small bite, nodding,

"Thanks...you alright with going?"

Marisol nodded, "I may as well be social while I'm here...can't be that bad anyways"

Wrath snorted,
"You're in Hell with demons and you think that?"

"You guys have been nothing but kind...so yea"

Wrath smiled a bit at that, carefully kissing Marisol's cheek which made her smile,

"Hey Mike?"

Wrath looked at Marisol, raising an eyebrow,

"Hm?"

"...I was wondering if-"

"Am I interrupting?"

The two looked over at the door. Wrath sighed and stood,

"No, hello Fang"

Marisol tilted her head at the man who'd come in, he was tall with long brown hair and warm brown eyes,

Fang bowed to Wrath before bowing to Marisol as well which amused her. He stood up straight again and looked at them both,

"The Tailor says he's ready for Marisol"

"I'll take her, thanks Fang"

Fang clicked his tongue twice, tipping his hat to them before he left. Marisol looked up at Wrath,

"Who was that?"

"Fang, he's my second in command.." Wrath said and stood up, offering a hand to Marisol,
"Let's go then?"

Marisol nodded and took his hand. The two walking off, Marisol not moving her hand from his and he didn't either.

The two walked for a bit until Wrath spoke,

"...So, Mari?"

"Yea Mike?" She asked, looking up at him, raising an eyebrow when Wrath seemed genuinely nervous, "You okay?"

"I like you"

"I mean I hope so, I like you too!"

"No-Mari..." Wrath sighed, "I have a crush on you"

Marisol stopped, staring up at Wrath with wide eyes,

"...you do?"

"Yes" Wrath said, nodding and Marisol perked up,

"Funnily enough, I was gonna ask if you wanted to be my date to the dance"

It was Wrath's turn to go wide eyed and Marisol giggle at that.

"You mean it?" Wrath asked after a few seconds and Marisol nodded,

"I mean it" she said softly and Wrath smiled at her, nodding,

"I do then...want to be your date I mean"

Marisol smiled happily, leaning up to kiss Wraths cheek before a dry voice spoke,

"How touching"

Marisol looked at an open door, seeing a person standing there with their arms crossed. Wrath chuckled,

"Sorry Carrion...this is Marisol"

"Ah yes" the person said and gestured for Marisol to come closer, "She is gorgeous I'll admit, will be fun to make her a dress to match it"

"You're the tailor?" Marisol asked, tilting her head and going over.

Carrion nodded, "I am" they said, offering her a hand, "come in"

Marisol nodded, waving to Wrath before following Carrion into the room.