It never got old to be impressed by what the mirrors showed through the transparent glass. It was as if she were a spectator in a game of make-believe. Sometimes she wondered if it was a dream and she was just self-absorbed into an arcade game that was inside the corner store a block away from her house.
Watching the different Rings of Hell all through differently shaped mirrors and all placed in what could be described as in-plain-sight. She found herself daring to go out and see for herself if she could see where the mirrors were placed if not for the rules.
The mirror for Pride Ring was oval, outlined with silver trees with red ruby apples growing around it with the ribbon labeled Pride below it. Kind of reminiscent of the Garden of Eden.
Wrath's mirror had the prettiest rusty bronze color and diamond shape. It had a cowboy whip outlining the mirror and Imp horns on the top with a train track label of Wrath.
Probably not the most surprising as the Gluttony mirror was hexagonal with bees decorated around with cartoon smiley faces and red eyes. Bee wings sprouted the label Gluttony.
The Niece couldn't quite make out what the mirror for Greed Ring was but it was circle-shaped with the brightest seafoam green with smoke emanating from the sides and a distant hearing of both circus and factories. Label Greed was a factory building.
Heart-shaped was the Lust Ring mirror. Hearts decorated everywhere with rose gold to a dark neon blue and purple tint. Spotlights outline the mirror like it was Hollywood. Faintly she could hear Asmondeus singing. Label Lust was a cinema reel.
Envy was a black square mirror – having small black and white faces decorated around the mirror like it was some acting show.
The Sloth Ring mirror was shaped like a cloud having pink clouds surrounding the frame and a pill label for Sloth.
Normally in other scenarios, the Niece found herself not interested as she preferred to always go running... but there's only so much you can do now with being dead and all.
Hearing the soft slip of silk ribbon being wrapped as Gem tied on her ballet shoes ready to go outside to run some errands. At times he wished she could join her aunt.
"I'll be back in a bit," Gem sighed, placing a hand on the pride mirror and pushing through softly as if she were walking through water. "I expect you to keep this place neat and not one demon inside am I clear?"
The Niece rolled her head back with a lopsided smile and gave an exaggerated thumbs-up. "Don't forget that shard of the mirror I gave you," Gem recalled pointing to the green shard that was in her hands.
At times she felt like her aunt had a crystal ball seeing everything, everywhere, everyone, and every day. It was like a stalker's dream.
Peering through the mirror watching on as denizens went on with their lives below the pentagram magenta sky seeing the crime and whatnot.
Her aunt always seemed to compose herself so much while she on the other hand never had a helping hand on what to do with her life ever since that freak accident.
It could have been from the way the lights flickered when in alleys or some piss-ant that was digging through the garbage cans but Niece could have sworn she saw something green moving.
Her smile dropped when she saw the shadows start to move like eels in the murky water of London towards Gem.
Tail flickering and feet patting on the stone ground echoing around when hearing that familiar static sound and channel changing tune.
Clutching onto her mini mirror as if she were clutching the rosary of god willing to protect herself from whatever it was that had made her suddenly feel so spooked.
The Niece brought her thumb up to her canine biting into the glove and producing a drop of blood from the anxiety she was feeling. Never expecting to be afraid when in the afterlife it was like a sick horror movie, while cheesy you couldn't turn yourself to look away.
Shaking her head, she raised her mirror to make contact... Her blood ran cold when meeting the gaze of the radio-dialed eyes of the Radio Demon peering directly at her through whatever it could have been.
It was as if he could reach through and touch her despite it being impossible with her Aunt's approval.
His eyes tracked her as she slunk to her knees before the mirror glazed up in fog and no more did their eyes meet.
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FanfictionA mirror isn't just of one dimension but two dimensions in one reflection. For even the deity of Hell, themselves gave their sinners a chance of undoing for the second side to make something morally correct, taken out of defiance, and brooding. Ala...
