Overlooking Overlords

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CW: sex work (no sex takes place :P), corruption, attempted SA VERY MINOR, drugging
Please be warned about the contents before proceeding. Nothing above is explained in explicit detail.

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Chapter Fourteen — The Drop
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"So, this is something humans do?" Charlie asked as she held up a pointy black hat by the end. "Every year, at the same time?"

"Yes, it's a tradition derived from old. To welcome the autumn harvest and to ward off the spirits of the coming cold for just a while longer (i googled briefly on this, please let me know if i need to correct something!)" you replied, fixing the white feathers attached to your back.

"Ah, my dear!" Alastor strode into the lobby filled with little pumpkin lights and decor covering the area. He looked different. There was something almost human about the way he looked. Brown fluff replaced the red and black in a slight side part. "You look wonderful. Such a pretty angel you would make."

'Ha' "Thank you, Alastor," you smiled sweetly. "May I ask, what exactly are you dressed as?"

"Ah, my human form!" He chirped gleefully. "Well, what I looked like as a human. A radio host, even then. I was born for the radio, after all. Though, it was difficult to find hair like this. That poor imp."

"I bet it was. I see the celebration isn't taken quite as seriously down here," you hummed, overlooking the city through the giant window.

"I'm not sure many remember holidays like this," Charlie sighed. "A lot gets erased when souls drop down. I'm not really sure how it works, but the Judgement separates a lot of traits when a soul dies. The majority of good traits in a soul get split from the bad and, depending on where the soul is going, recycled back down into the Earth system."

"Hey, hun," Vaggie appeared behind Charlie. "And I'm not sure that's how it works. Traits can't really affect the memories made on Earth."

"Huh," Charlie thought. "I thought that's how it worked. It's my dad told me and the stories my mom shared sounded like that's how it worked."

"It is split into more or less mostly even thirds. One almost third pure good to Heaven to support the extravagant life they like, one pure bad — often falls back down to Earth. I hear the Judgement misplaces the bad portions often. The last part is a jumbled almost third that has a mix of the two which reflects best how the soul. And the mix is what returns to an afterlife," you explained, not paying mind to the captivated looks from Charlie and others.

"However did you figure that out, my dear?" Alastor mused, his eyes were narrowed in on you like a sniper. He could be suspecting you, that much was clearer than crystal. No matter, he wouldn't remember anyways.

"I have connections," you hummed, a light but sinister chuckle bubbled out.

"But you don't leave the hotel?" Vaggie raised an eyebrow. Her arms were raised almost comically as Charlie poked and prodded at different hinges.

Vaggie was dressed as a knight, having silvery armor encasing almost every part of her and wielding her usual spear. It was toned down from the average full knight attire of the ancient days long since past, but nonetheless it was certainly a spectacle to see.