𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝙃.𝘽, 𝙃.𝙃

Sweet Dreams & Fears

I want to inform you that I will be changing the point of view to first person point of view from now on. Please be aware of this change.

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The sun dipped below the horizon, signaling the end of a long, eventful day. Alastor and I made our way back to the hotel, feeling both exhausted and relieved. Rose's brilliant strategy gave Chairle the boost of self-assurance she desperately needed to go head-to-head with Adam and his legion of Exorcist Angels. Despite my lack of desire to engage in combat, it seemed our fates had conspired to lead us down this particular path. Angels, those haughty, self-righteous creatures, are no more than overheated, overinflated ego-balloons, I couldn't help but think, their righteous demeanor a mere smokescreen for their insidious agendas.

"Let's get some shut-eye, for Christ's sake," Chairle exclaimed as we stumbled into the hotel, my heart pounding. I nodded and brushed the dust off my sultry black dress. "See you at dinner, then night-night," I purred before scampering up the stairs. But I was halted by the sound of my name, "Y/N!" I spun around, my heart fluttering as I saw Chairle making her way up the stairs. Tears welled up in her eyes, as if she were about to break down, but then, a burst of delight seemed to invigorate her, as if an invisible surge of joy had just washed over her, enveloping her in an aura of pure, unadulterated bliss.

"You've got my undying gratitude, Y/N, for all your efforts and assistance with the hotel and the like," Chairle said, her hand extended. I took her hand and pulled her in for a hug, my magnificent, iridescent wings flaring outwards as my tail arched gracefully. "You've got yourself a loyal friend, Princess," I replied, leaning in to give her a feather-light kiss on the nose. Chairle's giggles were contagious, "Swear to me, on our friendship, that you'll make it through the upcoming fight alive." She requested, and I chuckled, "My word as a dragon, I'll give it my all." I then bowed elegantly and released her, making my way to my room and slamming the door shut.

I let out a contented, weary sigh and collapsed onto the bed, snapping my fingers carelessly as my stunning, opulent gown was transformed into a smooth, luxurious silk nightgown.

I gazed up at the roof for a bit before letting out a weary sigh and rubbing my peepers. Vivid, otherworldly shades of yellow and purple flickered within my piercing eyes, and I fixed my sights on the window. The hell pit's usual sinister glow was dimmed, a peculiar turn of events, yet my body craved rest above all else. I mused, A wise dragon knows her limits. I'll stay back for now; I don't want Charlie to think I'm slacking off just because the Exorcist Army's on the prowl.

As the evening faded, I allowed my conscious mind to succumb to the sweet, dreamy embrace of the unconscious.

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Deafening roars of fury and indignation resonated through the very fabric of the universe, signaling the unraveling of my fragile human demeanor. I was powerless to stop the transformation that was long overdue, for I'd been suppressing the bestial aspect of my being for far too long. In an instant, my lithe and supple form was cloaked in a black suit of enchanted armor, intricately etched with glowing, silver stars - akin to the ones that adorned my outstretched wings. My digits elongated into vicious talons, dripping with a mystical essence, while I wielded a weapon forged by the legendary blacksmiths, Alastor and Roise. It was the instrument of my unchained fury, the harbinger of death. 

"No, Y/N!" Chairle exclaimed, her plea cut short as she was suddenly tackled by a furious, winged being. She hit the ground with a thud, and my lips curled into a snarl. Out of nowhere, a hulking, powerful figure appeared, identified by his name, Adam. In his hands, he held Chairle protectively, the air crackling with his wrath. This was it, the final, devastating strike that would unravel me, my true, unbridled self. The beast would finally escape, the veneer of civilization shattered, the form of a true dragon rising.

A primal roar escaped my lips, and with it, a vast, black dragon ascended from the depths of the fiery underworld. Stars glimmered upon its wings, a testament to the otherworldly nature of its being. Fire pooled within its maw, a destructive inferno just waiting to be unleashed. Not even my closest allies could calm the raging beast. Adam reeled at the sight, his eyes wide with shock, and he gaped, his jaw falling open. Chairle, too, was taken aback, her expression a mixture of fear and awe, as she recognized the form for what it truly was: a demon, the very essence of chaos and carnage. Alastor, although surprised, couldn't contain his excitement, a genuine smile spreading across his features. In that moment, he discarded his cane, swiftly and mercilessly striking down an Exorcist before turning back to me, shouting, "Go and take them, my love! Make them pay!"

 I gazed upon Adam, my voice now deep, laced with barely contained fury, and threatened, "You let Princess Charlie go, or Hell itself will be on your doorstep." Even the usually unyielding Adam appeared afraid, his throat working hard as he swallowed. The once-impenetrable fortress of his composure was now visibly shaken.

"Ha, you can't kill me, I'm an angel!" he spat out, but I shook my massive, dark head, lowering it to gaze into his yellow eyes. "Every being has a life, every single thing has a soul, and everything can die. You will die, just like your pathetic heaven, and then God will be sad he let me die beneath his claws." With a deafening roar, I flared my sinister, infernal wings, preparing to unleash a fury that would raze the heavens.

"Oh, ho! Let me help you, Darling!" a voice called, and I looked up to see Lucifer Morningstar descending, his once-concealed wings now spread wide, adorning each hip with a set. A predatory smile curled upon my lips as a starry wing spread towards us, the King of Hell emerging. I lifted my tail, a sharp, wickedly gleaming tip shining bright. In a swift motion, my tail lashed out, piercing the heart of the angel, rendering him lifeless. Adam, who had finally seen the true face of his foe, cowered and stared in horror as golden blood spilled from his friend's wounds.

"Lute!" Adam screamed, letting Chairle go in his shock and anguish. She tumbled to the ground, her form hidden by the ensuing chaos. 

 I walked over to Chairle, who still held onto her, her form visibly trembling. I hugged her close to my chest as she sobbed a little. "Why... why did you do that?" she inquired, her voice fraught with confusion and pain. "I didn't want us to kill anyone," she added.

I snorted, a smirk crossing my maw. "Death is a way of life, dear Morningstar. Death is a part of who you are and who I am." I traced the claw of my hand down her spine, leaning back afterward to hold my giant talon at her shoulder. "Adam will never hurt you or any of my friends again. The hotel is now under my true and only protection."

Luciér walked up to me, a beaming smile on his face, and patted my shoulder. "Y/n, you're a savior. You have no idea how grateful I am," he expressed, sincerity in his tone. Glancing at his daughter, he added, "From this day on, you're a part of our family. Welcome to the fold, my friend."

I let out a content grin as the dream dissolved into thin air, leaving behind the irresistible taste of sugar cane. A tingling sensation filled my mouth, a remnant of the waking reverie.