Just as they walked up to the portal to take [Name] home, Astaire waiting on the front porch of the house, and Julie waited for [Name] to step in before holding her hand out to Harold. "M-Mr. Home, wait. Please."
Harold paused momentarily and turned to acknowledge her. "Mm?"
"...You've been around a while, right?" She gulped, hoping he could help her with her question. if he couldn't, she didn't know if anyone could. Harold turned around fully. "I can't pinpoint what you mean by "a while", but yes. Yes, I have been."
Julie was unable to hold eye contact as she pulled herself to ask the question. "Do you...do you know anything about my demon? Julianne?" Using the name Julie once used felt weird. It was something else Julianne had taken from her.
Harold sighed, gesturing for Astaire to close the portal. This would take a while. He sat beside the little green monster, careful not to move it from its forever home. Julie sat down on a root beside him.
"You refer to her as Julianne, yes? So I can only assume you do not know of her real name?" He inquired. Julie shook her head. She had no idea that Julianne even had a real name. "I don't know of it either. But from what I do know, she lived not long before I did. I know nothing of her past, but I am aware that getting rid of her is a risky decision."
Julie paused to look at the grass beneath her feet. "What would be the most likely outcome?"
Harold sighed. "Well, demons like Julianne are most powerful when they have a mortal host. Without a body to possess, she is naked in plain sight for other immortals to see. And we have waited to capture her soul for a long time after all she has done."
Julie took a moment to register all he was saying, her brow furrowed in thought. "...Do you think I can ever be free?" She glanced back up at Harold.
He only gave a soft smile. "I don't think anyone can ever truly be free from their past."
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"And then, just as we opened the drawer, bam! Food-grade silicone everywhere!" Molly finished her graphic story, Dolly flinching with a sudden gag. Cod busts into tears, laughing his ass off. "Holy shit, I love that part!" His tear merged in with the rest of the water at the Deep Sea.
[Name] let out a scoff. "Ha! Right. Wait until you hear this story."
As [Name] got into her grotesque and honestly rather concerning story, Thymia and Harold stood off to the side with their hands entwined. "I never saw the home she grew up in. Abandoned or not, for the first time, it was unsettling. I could still hear the faint buzz of radio static as music played. Soft jazz." Harold described, gripping Thymia's hand tighter.
"I haven't experienced that feeling in a while." Seeing his fear, Thymia's smile vanished into a look of concern. She'd never seen Harold in such a state. "No child should ever have to live in such a way.." His voice was nearly shaky as he spoke.
Harold had been around for a long time and had seen a lot of things Thymia never even imagined existed. To see something like this effect him so much disturbed her.
"She's okay now. She has you." She held his hand up, kissing the back of his hand. She could feel the muscles in Harold's hand relax.
"What should we do now?" Thymia faced the rest of the club once more, finally being able to relax once Harold seemed to still. "Hmm? What do you mean? What's there to be done?" Harold blinked, his gaze flicking back to the woman at his side.
"Well, it's obvious that Julie is in some hot water."
Harold was quick to speak up. "I do not wish to speak of Julie. Thanks to her, all of this is happening to begin with." When Thymia heard this, her lips pulled into a frown. "It's not her fault. Her body isn't her own anymore. Do you have any idea how terrifying, how discouraging that is?"
Harold let out a heavy breath. "I know that. And I do truly feel deep sympathies for her; but I will not put [Name] in any more danger."
Thymia let out a soft breath, leaning back and holding his hand tighter. "Someone needs to help her."
Harold let out a huff. "Whose side are you on here?" He glared down at the woman. She looked back up at him, determination laced over her features. "Julie has no one. Now, I'm not sayin' [Name] needs to go running to her. But she needs help somehow."
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Julie sat silently in the garden, her eyes scanning over the flora. The night was serene and tranquil. The only noise she could hear was the faint buzz of the veranda light.
'I don't think anyone can ever truly be free from their past.'
Hearing Harold's words over and over again in her head frustrated her. What was it with everyone and being insanely vague with her? She needed help, she wanted help. Why was everyone choosing to give her only half of the answer?
She kicked her heel into the ground, watching the dirt scuff against her boot.
Was this how it would always be? No matter what God she cried out for, no matter how much she bled, she'd be helpless until nevermore.
[Name] tried to help her. She risked her own life to help her. But Julie still pushed her away. She still pushed her away.
Endlessly, as if on a loop, she scuffed up the dirt and rocks. Eventually, letting her feet grow tired, she fell to the dirt and rock and dug her nails into the mud. She couldn't go on like this. She was so tired of being a pawn in everyone's life. She was a placeholder. Even without Julianne, she always was.
"Is this what you wanted?" She screamed until her throat hurt, letting her breathing become rampant and her mouth run dry. "Is this how you wanted me? Helpless, your dream toy!?"
She stared up at the dark sky. There were enough clouds to blind the stars. "Are you the God that never answered my prayers, you bitch!?" She shrieked like a maniac. She knew that if anyone saw her or heard her, which she knew people did, they'd think she was crazy. That she was yelling at nothing.
But she knew who she was screaming at.
Wiping away the sweat that dripped down her brow, letting the dirt streak her pink skin, Julie bared her teeth. "It's my turn to play God." She whispered with ragged feeling in her throat. "And just like you, I won't answer your prayers." She grabbed the lighter that she used to light the candles in the house and shoved it in her pocket.
[authors note]
come at me later, but Julie's villian arc is kinda hot
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