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(y/n) was a kind girl, but her soul was damned to hell. Keeping a close relationship with the royal family, the head honcho of hell himself, asks (y/n) to help with his daughter Charlie's falling hotel, in exchange to keep he...
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TW! IMPLIED SUICIDAL THOUGHTS
JUNE 25TH 1911
"CONGRATULATIONS, YOU'RE HAVING TWINS!" the doctor excitedly announced. The man practically jumped for joy, hugging his wife in the heat of his celebration.
"You hear that, Dorothy?! Twins!" Your father, Jonah (l/n), exclaimed; while his wife cradled their one-year-old son, William, who had no clue as to what was going on.
"Oh, hurray, more boys," Dorothy (l/n), your mother, said in a less than enthusiastic tone.
William only babbled mindlessly in response to the excitement flowing throughout the room.
"Yes! see, honey? Even William wants more brothers!"
Your father, as previously mentioned, has only ever wanted boys and had some weird obsession with "carrying on the bloodline," or something.
So, when you, a girl, were born, he couldn't contain his disappointment.
"Doctor! I think you've made a mistake; I was supposed to have two sons, not a girl."
The doctor poked his head into the room, "No sir! You two were blessed with a beautiful baby boy and girl!" he chirped. Jonah's blood was boiling. He named his boy David and left your name up to your mother.
