In the perspective of an angel who craved chaos, accompanied by a peace-seeking demon and a murderous ghost who sought out the hearts of men, compose a circus ring to house delinquents under their performance.
A group of three soulless ghouls adopt...
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The rythm of an eratic beat pulses in the devil's ears, was it a heart attack? Perhaps young hooligans in London bless the streets with their drill, or maybe an episode is about to occur...
"Whatchu doing pops?" the pulses stop as the demon turn in freight to see their daughter retract their ghostly hands from their head.
"Haha! Hey kiddo, you're finally back!" Goon exclaimed, thrilled to see their beloved daughter, "How was the trip, come come, tell your old man everything" they insist, shoving a dry cigar between their cracked lips, leaning towards Leesie as the ghost holds a lighter for their cigar.
With a shrug, Leesie rests her hands in the pockets of her trousers, the baggy jacket slipping off her shoulder as the ghost leans against the alley of their shared apartment.
"It was aight, not much to say," she dismissed, staring deeply into the blue eyes of their father figure, "How are you, did the circus burn while Ma and I were gone?" Tearing eye contact to stare at her shoes, covered in mud from the sad weather in London.
Watching the young adult, Goon's brows furrow as they look around. "Where is Marama? Did she return with you...?" the demon questioned, a slight dread forming in the pits of their chest, the pale angel nowhere in sight.
"Your darling MarMar got held back, the coppas are questioning her"
"So, you left her??? Where is she being held, what station is she at?"
With a sigh and an escaped groan, the ghost push themselve off the side of the building and begins to tiredly sway up the staircase to the second floor, their abode on lucky number 666.
"Mama's fine, stop worrying about her and worry about yourself and these rats you call my 'family'" Leesie spat, side eyeing the three kids in the kitchen as both Leesie and Goon enter the small complex. "Worry? Nahhhhh, im not worried about Marama, I just want to know where she is" the demon grins.
