Hazbin Hotel 31 Day One Shot Challenge

Day 12 - The Rose's Thorn

Third and final (I hope) of the Overlord OC. I know that there is a character named Rosie, so I know I can't make that her name, but I wanted something that dealt with a Rose. So I hope that the name I gave her is nice enough.

So you have returned. I must say, it has been a nice break having you show up all the time. Someone out there does care about me. About my story and not his. I think that this time, I will tell you my time as a human. I know I told you briefly, but that is because of the pain I felt.

Now that my Master is hurting, I have had a break and my own pain has lessened.

I grew up in a small town in Scotland. I was born to a family of three. My two siblings were older than me. My parents treated me like a fragile little girl. I hated the attention because it meant that my siblings wanted nothing to do with me. It didn't matter, I still cared for them.

I spent much of my time alone in the garden. I would watch the little critters all the time. They were my only company. The only time I paid attention to anyone other than the critter friends was when my family called out to me. "Primrose. Primrose." They would call my name. That or Posey. A silly nickname that annoyed me, but it was what they called me. It was fine.

They would call me Posey because they said I didn't look like a rose and shouldn't be called Rosie. I said that if they wouldn't call me any cute little nickname but they wanted to call me posing, they should just call me Primrose. My name.

I didn't think I was cute, but I know I wasn't that bad looking. I had red curly hair, greenish blue eyes, and freckles scattered amongst my face. I always thought that my red hair reminded me of red rose petals. I thought that was why I was named Primrose. Oh well.

My older brother wanted to be an artist. A silly dream my father wanted nothing to be a part of. He always told my brother that art was not for a man to do. That he should take up blacksmithing.

My sister didn't want to do anything with her life. She just wanted to marry a rich man and live out her days being taken care of. My mother called her many names, but my father treated her like his princess. It's probably where she got the idea.

I don't know what I was to do with my life at that time. I was significantly younger than my siblings. I do remember that later in my life I just wanted to be a florist. Who would have thought that fate would have had other plans.

My statistical side didn't show up until I was a teenager and I found a praying mantis. It was a rather large insect. But a beautiful emerald green. I called it Emmy. I would watch her day to day. I watched as she hunted her own mate until she ripped him apart and ate him.

I became fascinated with the praying mantis. But that wasn't the only thing I became fascinated with the way she takes someone she supposedly cared for, the one that would help her have children, only to kill them in the end.

It was a tragic and beautiful love story. Something I wanted to pass on to the people in my town. However, those kind of acts would get me in so much trouble. But thinking about that made me want to do it even more. I started with an easy target, the young baker just down the street of me. Everyone loved him. Who wouldn't?

He was kind and caring. Always greeted you with a smile. He knew everyone by name and if he didn't, he made it his goal to learn it. He was always well groomed, and always seemed to smell of freshly baked bread.

I wasn't sure how to lead him out of the town and to this small cottage that was long since abandoned until I thought about writing a letter to our young Baker. The good thing about him is that he will always respond to it. That's just the person he is.

Once he made it to the cottage, I snuck up behind him and knocked him out. When he came to, I had tied him to the bed. He knew who I was, so when he recognized me, his eyes went wide. I traced my hand from his cheek to his chin and tipped his head up to look directly at me. I told him how I would watch him from afar, wishing he would have noticed me more. I told him that I had always had a small little fascination with him. If you weren't already engaged, I would have wished he would have asked for my hand.

Alas, that never happened. I told him that I would show him my love for him. I gripped his neck tightly, my nails drawing blood. Grinning, I went down and kissed him. It was wonderful.

My father was a Blade Smith, so we always had many misshapen blades he would toss to the side. I took one of these blades, and held it to my young lover's throat. I told him that he could scream all he wants, but it will only ever be me who hear his voice for the last time.

I kept him there for days. He was practically starved, but he still looked beautiful in my eyes. I ended up bringing a few more souls to that cottage. They never thought that their sweet little Primrose would ever do something like this.

People start to get suspicious, so I do what I had to do to throw them off my trail. I captured my sister.

I told her while she may not have cared for me, I still loved her. I showed her my work. The horrified look she gave brought me joy. She just found out that her dear little sister was the one who had captured all the people in the town. All the people had gone missing. Most of them were already killed, some of them were nearly dead.

The thing I did not count on was my brother following her and I to the cottage. I had not been aware that he had been there the whole time. It was only when I returned the next day that I was shot. I was shot by my own brother.

However, even as I laid there dying, I told them that I did it for love. That I was like Emmy on that rose bush in our garden.

I never did learn what became of my siblings. But when I arrived down in hell, I had to learn new rules, a new system. But one thing I could always do was the one thing I love to do. Capture and torture poor souls. Something that is beautiful about a demon: we can't be killed in normal ways.

I could torture these souls forever. They will never die. I get to hear their screams and horror for as long as I want.

I also learned to take control of my powers. My power emerged as I grew stronger. My appearance had changed as well. I was taller, my skin was green, my hair was just as red as the brightest rose. My hands were different. They looked more like Emmy's hands: spines that I could pierce into someone's flesh. My powers were interesting. I could wrap a thorny vine around my victim with just a thought.

I had control over any plant. It was wonderful. I soon found out how to make deals, and I made plenty of my own. I soon became strong enough to earn the title of overlord. My official title: The Rose Demon.

A/N: All right. I hope you guys like that one. I really enjoyed writing Primrose, And that is her official name. I was originally going to design her based off of one of the demons we see in the background that fades away as they talk about the overlords that Alastor overtook, but instead, I made her completely unique. I wanted her name to be something Rose related because of her title being the rose demon. I was stuck between Rosemary and Primrose, because the nickname for Rosemary could be Rosie or Mary, and Primrose had the nickname of Posey and Rosie. But I didn't want her nickname to be Rosie because of Rosie from the show. So yeah. Anyway, I will see you tomorrow.

~Akira

Posted: 3/03/2024