Janette Daweson was just another person living in Louisiana. Trying to get by with a measly salary, dealing with a shitty landlord, and of course being practically ignored by most of her coworkers and family because of her looks and strange demeanor...
There was a long silence over the phone till, "How do you know that name and the connection that we have. SPEAK." She spoke with authority.
“Arabella and I are business partners in the Overworld. I don’t know your connection, I just know that she directed me here so that I can have assistance in healing her wounds.” Alastor replied.
"She's hurt again?! Where is she right now?!" The woman cried frantic-like.
“3051 Bane Ave, New Orleans, Louisiana.” He replied.
And just as he said it, a portal opened in the driveway. And out came a frantic sunset pink Goetia demon. She ran to the door and repeatedly pounded on the front door.
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As Alastor got the door, he inspected her from head to toe. She looked of royal blood and her scepter made it more obvious. Without saying a word, he led the way to the Succubus.
She didn't really pay any attention to him or the others as she ran to the heavily injured succubus. "Oh my word! What did she do and I who do I need to kill?!" She screeched as her hands were barely touching the wounds.
“She tried to save the spirits of this house and..” He choked a little. “Nearly succeeded.. I will be the one doing the killing.” He hissed as he came over to help.
She fretted over and over again. Trying to assess the damage on the demoness. She calmed down by breathing in and out. She held her hands out and they began to glow a bright yellow.
"This might hurt a bit love, but please bear with me." She cooed gently. All she got was a shaky response of an "Okay" from Ara. The Goetia then placed her hands on the wounds and they began to fix and regenerate Arabella's body. She hissed in pain for a moment but then relaxed as the power began to make a soothing energy enter her.
A good hour or two went by and the Goetia was nearly done. Alastor decided to break the tension by asking some much needed answered questions.
“How do you know Arabella, if I may ask?” He inquired.
She side eyed him for a second then turned her attention to Arabella. "We're childhood friends. She USED to be my chambermaid. As her family been serving mine for centuries. But I didn't want her to spend her eternal life serving someone. So I gave her freedom to do what she wanted. Had I known that she would get hurt and get in trouble so many times, I would've kept her locked up in a golden gilded cage like the pretty specimen that she is." She mumbled the last part to herself as she finished healing her. She then picked her up and carried her to the living room. Once she saw the couch, she carefully laid her down with her head on her lap. Arabella shifted around and groggily curled up and started to purr while she slept. The pink Goetia stroked her hair gently while Ara purred louder.
