So I have a question. Like a genuine one, should I do the Hazbin Hotel episodes, alongside the Helluva boss ones? Like, should I do Helluva Boss this week then two weeks from now do a Hazbin Hotel episode? I really can't decide to be honest. Also, I finally started editing the older chapters, still am buffed anyone could get past chapter 3. Well anyway, hope you enjoy.
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*Extermination day*
*Third Pov*
In a specific mountain lay a single body, cold and alone. It's only visitors being two other beings. One was also cold and rotting but was not deformed like the body. The other was a plant, they came by more than the other. Though the body wished the other cold one would visit her more often, when she was around it was the few times she felt delighted. Not to discredit the plant, they took care of it so it wasn't so bad.
That was until he showed up. Or more like they. It felt them, they were all connected to two big power cores. Forever their batters, forever just a source of income of sorts. It didn't really care though, the body it was attracted to wasn't around anymore. Sorry, it's soul wasn't around. Destroyed because she couldn't control its power. It felt bad, but her body wasn't prepared to take such energy so quickly. So here it lay with its previous owner, otherwise known as Kritanta, the power she once tried to control had grown a conscience, evolution was weird. Though this was more of a curse than a blessing, not like it had anything it wanted to do, it could easily take over the body and leave but where would they go? Their creators, Ava and Eva, didn't seem to want them. They didn't visit so they had literally nowhere to go, so they'll sit there for the rest of time. Or that was its plan until it heard it.
"I'm sorry."
The black substance that lay on the body froze. It knew that voice, it was the plant. It seemed... sad? It didn't know what to do, should it check on its caregiver? It would only seem right after the many years it took care of them. It moved its blob-like body towards one of the many flowers that covered the floor but as soon as they made contact the flowers started shriveling up, one by one. They knew what the meaning of death was. They knew how the plant functioned, its caregiver had died.
"......."
Why? Was the question it needed to know? They needed to know why their caregiver had passed on. It slowly started entering its deceased owner, it couldn't move without her. It would have to use its body like a shell. A crude thing but what could it do? Although Kritanta's soul wasn't around anymore, it still had her memories of her past life. Her friends, family, and her lover. After a while, Kritanta's identity had become its identity. In a sense, Kritanta never died. It slowly stood up, taking a moment to get used to its.... Her new body. "..ah... ah." Using vocal cords would take some time to get used to but she'll manage. She touched one of the rotted roots and followed it back to its original. It seems like they were lying on something.
In that same direction, she saw two black little dots. They were moving around as if fighting something. Today was Extermination day, if anything they should be running. Strange, she thought. She teleported somewhere around him. At least far enough away to the point where he would have to look real hard to see her. She was surprised to see the black dot was fighting them, though fighting wasn't what she would call this. The black dot, or a male, was eating their souls, him and a cat. They finished their food and teleported away, most likely to eat more angelic souls. She teleported toward the end of the root and saw a large hole in the ground. "This isn't right...." Kritanta said. There should have been a body, two to be exact. She looked around until she saw the two dots again. "..... They must know where they went. I must ask them."
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