𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 🥀|| 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 + 𝐕𝐨𝐱 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

Charlie made her way down the hallway with a skip in her step, her heart light with excitement over the agreements she had just made with a powerful overlord such as yourself, each step felt like a victory.

Looking up from her shoes to take in all the intricate details of the red wallpaper and spiraling wall trim, Charlie's eyes landed on Syrena. The way she drifted slightly above the ground, her movements graceful and fluid, caught Charlie's attention.

 But what truly intrigued her was the ethereal blue aura that surrounded Syrena's body, casting a gentle glow that seemed to shimmer in the dim light of the hallway.

"So..." Charlie spoke up, her voice breaking the silence with a click of her tongue, the sound echoing softly in the hallway. The sudden interruption caused Syrena's pace to slow down, her movements becoming more deliberate as she turned her head to look at Charlie.

"You float? That's pretty cool," Charlie remarked, her tone filled with genuine curiosity and admiration. "I've never seen any other demon do that before!"

Syrena's expression softened at Charlie's words, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. 

With a nod of acknowledgment, Syrena drifted slightly closer to Charlie, her blue aura casting a gentle glow that illuminated the hallway. "It's a gift from y/n," she explained, her voice carrying a note of respect.

"When I spawned in hell, I was powerless, leaving me vulnerable," Syrena began, her tone tinged with a hint of vulnerability. 

"Every demon I went to for help all directed me to y/n. And help me she did," she continued, "At the small price of my soul, i was granted shelter, a job, and these abilities." her voice taking on a tone of gratitude as she recounted her past.

With a small chuckle, Syrena concluded her story, the sound echoing softly in the hallway. It was a moment of reflection, a chance for her to share a glimpse of her past with Charlie.

Charlie fell into step beside Syrena, the two of them walking side by side towards the exit.

"Wow, that's so kind of her..." Charlie sniffled, her voice thick with emotion as she wiped an overdramatic tear from her eye. 

Syrena offered a small gentle smile, turning her head to the side her expression being replaced by an exhausted hurt one, while y/n did have some humanity at heart, there was a lot she had to endure behind closed doors.

Her expression quickly switched back to her previous neutral one as they came to a stop at the door, "Absolute pleasure to meet you, Charlie. If anymore details come to mind do not hesitate to report to me and i will inform y/n." 

And with that, they parted ways, leaving Charlie feeling lighter and happier than she had in a long time. 

With a smile playing on her lips, Charlie stepped out into the bustling streets beyond, her heart full of hope for the future. It was a new beginning, a chance to rewrite the story of hell, save her people.

She closed the large double doors, the sound of a soft click echoing throughout the halls as the wood met. A sense of relief settled over Syrena as she stepped back, allowing herself a small sigh of relief at how seemingly well their audience had gone. 

Syrena turned away from the closed doors, her mind already turning towards the next task at hand, when she was abruptly interrupted by a pounding headache.

 A sharp pain spread through her skull, causing her to wince and clutch her temples in discomfort. In that moment, her aura flickered and faltered, the vibrant blue light dimming almost completley. 

With a gasp of pain, Syrena stumbled, her knees buckling beneath her as she fell to the ground, overwhelmed by the sudden onset of agony.

Her ears began to ring as she clutched her hair tighter, the pain intensifying with each passing moment. She forced her eyes shut, In the midst of her distress, a predatory scowl sounded in her head, accompanied by y/n's demonic voice echoing through her mind.

"Get your ass... in here, right... NOW!" Her voice ordered with a chilling intensity, sending shivers down Syrena's spine. 

With a grimace of pain, Syrena gritted her teeth against the agony, despite the searing pain and the relentless demands echoing in her mind, she refused to falter, due to knowing the punishment will be severe for disobeying orders.

With a pained grunt, Syrena forced herself to her feet, her muscles trembling with the effort. Ignoring the protests of her aching body, she took a deep breath and steadied herself, taking small steps, her clawed feet leaving small scratch marks into the stone floor.

Her pace regained and got steadier as she got closer to where y/n ordered her to be, fear began to rise in the pit of her stomach. 

From her point of view she thought the meeting went exeedingly well, from previous  experiences, considering y/n wasn't one to take kindly to unrealistic 'time wasting' interactions.

She made her way to the living room with haste, her steps quick yet shakey as she tried to keep her mind from wandering to the gruesome possibilities that lurked in the shadows of her thoughts. Each tap and click of the stone beneath her feet seemed to echo in the silence.

Despite her best efforts to stay focused, flashes of disturbing images flickered at the edges of her consciousness, threatening to pull her into a vortex of dread and uncertainty. The memory of your past enraged outburst's lingered in her mind.

She quickly opened the door breathing in nervously, eyes scanning over the room until they landed on you, she almost lost composure right then and there when she caught glance of your seething, enraged figure.

Before she could speak up a glass full of an alcoholic drink of sorts was thrown straight at her, quickly moving to the side the glass smashed on the door behind her with a deafening shatter.

"Get me in touch with the... .f̷̙͖̤͕͈͉̘̞̻̓̃͛̉̚ư̴͈̔̅̑̓c̸͙̘̿̆̍̈́͆͐̈́̚̕̚k̵̩̻̦̓̓͂̔̾̈͗̉͋́i̷̛͉̜͚̖̇͆̉̀̍ņ̸̛̞̬͕̪̲̹͇̌̔͋̽̈́̊͝͠͝g̵̞͒ ̸̢̡͎̇̾͂̌̈́͋͜V̵̥̘̙̻̦̪̟͙͚̖͌̇͗e̵̡͖͂ȩ̸̢̟̣̎̆ș̵̯͋̿̔̆̚͘!"

You yell, the words dripping with venom as you slam a fist against the coffee table, the impact sending a small crack snaking through the wooden grain. The sound echo's through the room, filling the air with tension and aggression. 

Syrena flinches at the sudden aggression, her eyes widening with fear at the raw display of anger.

A hissing noise rises from your throat, a sound of frustration and anger. Glowing orange markings begin to rise  over your body, their eerie light casting strange shadows on the walls of the dimly lit room.

"Y-Yes! I will do that immediately," Syrena stammers, her voice trembling as she backs away from you, her eyes darting nervously around the room the fear in her gaze is obvious.

With a final glare, you watch as Syrena hurries out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the simmering rage that threatens to consume you.

As you scowl to yourself, your eyes trail over to the corner bar and meet with Hummera's, the bartender who knows you too well. As if reading your thoughts, she quickly scrambles over bottles, quickly pouring your favorite drink without a word.

Taking deep breaths, you feel your blood pressure beginning to settle, your horns and tail gradually disappearing, and the glowing markings on your skin fading. Running a hand through your hair, you mutter to yourself, "Fucking unbelievable..."

"Redeeming sinners?" you laugh bitterly to yourself. "That bitch really thinks she can steal my souls and send them to heaven..."

"The vees won't be too pleased to hear about this either," you mock, envisioning how fuming they would be about this new roadblock.

You simply will not have this princess of hell fucking up the bigger picture at hand.

What you've worked decades to put into place.

The order you've maintained is slipping away right before you.