Our Love Is Stronger, Together

Intro to everything

Lemme give you a quick story about your character

Your name is Y/n Whitlock, also known as Glory,  a nickname since it's what you've brought to your name

In the early 80's, you've made many choices of music. From punk rock to sometimes pop music

You started singing at a young age of 6, got more serious during 7th grade, and became a high school dropout when you first had gotten signed to be a artist

You were the hit, bigger than Elvis was in his time
Everything was perfect, til...

You're mother changed because of it, yes she loved the money but it was never enough for her. Your poor father, tried to calm her down but she couldn't.

One day it was too much for your dad, as he had driven too fast, and then....
He just... disappeared this world

The one person that believed in you was gone.

As you had kept on singing, you got more tired as it was convention after convention, meet n greet after meet n greet, concert after concert

Your mother quickly noticed as she bought you a strong amphetamine

This had given you much more energy but you were too young for this, as your mother kept on giving you more and more

One day, it went too far

As you tried to take a Benadryl, you collapsed on the hotel ground as you had taken your deep sleep

Once you had woken up, you found yourself in the street ground

It was all so bright, as some giant wolf bee came up to you.

"HEYYA BIIIIEETCCH.Welcome to Hell. I'm Beelzebub, and you're in the Gluttony ring."

You had looked around as everything was bright and you had some wolf or hound barking into a bush.

"Heyy, you look familiar. Wait, wait, lemme guess. If you're not Bonnie Tyler, you're not Madonna either, so HOLD THE MOTHERFUCKIN' BONE!"

She had shouted as you had gasped and fell down.

"YOU'RE Y/N "GLORY" WHITLOCK, I KNEW I REMEMBERED YOU!" 

You were surprised, how did someone who represents a sin know who you were?

"How do you-"

"Ugggh, I sent some of my hellhounds to go get some good music , and baby girl, you had my blood pumping or my soul tearing up with your songs! Hey if you do t have a place to stay, stay at mine, let's get you let goooo!"

Beelzebub had taken your hand to her gigantic beehive thing for a home as it was all so bright.

She offered you a drink yet you denied so you could try to sleep.

You explained your story before you passed as the great and powerful sinnest showed a sad face

She offered you to stay at your place since you didn't know what to do yet she insisted you continued with your musical career

So you did, you created new songs, it had more meaning to it, more or less instruments, and best of all, your amazing voice.

You once hit a high note to the point where it broke glass.

You became a sensational hit but, again!

And the best part, you're mother was nowhere to be found.