Marcelline Emrys is a long dead Overlord, having perished in 1930. Now, while she was alive she was a dressmaker... okay, that's not the whole truth. She was a necromancer and serial killer as well, but what can you do?
Well, while alive she happen...
It was the next day now. After I went up to my room I fixed it up more to my style, checked my territory to make sure it was fine, and hit the hay.
I sat up in my bed, sighing softly and stretching before standing and making my way over to my dresser, sifting through it before deciding on the outfit I wanted for today and changing into it.
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(a/n: smth like this 👆👆)
I set the skull gently on my face, concealing my true emotions. I had gotten used to the weight of the mask overtime.
Ever since I fell into this realm, it had always been there on my face. It had taken on the form of a crow skull, I knew exactly why, and it brought up horrible memories. Not a story for today.
I left my room, snapping my fingers to make sure it was locked. Didn't need anybody going through my stuff.
I made my way down the hall of my room floor, stopping at the railing of the stairs, letting my wings spread. I almost always hid them, I didn't see any reason to have them out often. Plus, sinners always got too touchy with them.
Anyways, I climbed up the railings and let myself free-fall for a split second before my wings spread and curled, catching me milliseconds before I hit the ground. My wings then furled back into their original position, hidden away.
I glanced around, looking for any of the residents. To my surprise, there was somebody behind the bar now, one whom I could only assume was the bartender. He looked oddly familiar, however.
"Husker, my good man, is that you?" I asked, tilting my head and approaching the bar, an excited smile crossing my face.
His head snapped around to face me, alarmed at hearing a voice he hadn't heard in over ten years. "Mar-" He quickly cut himself off. "Hecate?" His ears perked up excited.
"Oh-ho-ho, it is!" I cried, picking up my pace to a jog, my heels clacking against the floor. I wrapped my arms around the feline... man...? Demon... sinner... feline man demon sinner thing; much to the surprise of Charlie, Vaggie, and Angel who were all in the lobby, Charlie and Vaggie talking about how to bring more sinners into the hotel and Angel being an amusing waste of space, as usual.
"It's... been a while since I've seen ya, doll." Husk grumbled, begrudgingly embracing me back. I knew he wasn't one for physical touch, to be fair neither was I, so this was special.
"Okay, what's going on here?" Angel asked loudly, his brow furrowing. "How come Whiskers'll hug you but the only touch I get from him is shoving?"
I rolled my eyes and pulled away from Husk, patting him on the shoulder before backing away, knowing he was all touched-out for the day. "Because he's known me since he dropped into Hell and you haven't."
"Fair, I guess." Angel mumbled, crossing his arms over his fluffy chest childishly.
I could feel a static presence in the air that caused Husk's fur to stand on end.
"Alastor!" I said, straightening up and fix in the skirt of my dress. "Good morning to you."
His only response was a tight nod before he turned to Charlie. "May we speak, Charlie? Business related."
Her gaze turned worrisome. "Of course." She stood up from the couch, motioning for Vaggie to stay seated as she followed Alastor to his office.
Husk glanced at me and I shrugged in response, taking a seat at the bar and propping my head up with my hand.
"Soooo... why are you here? I don't believe you want to be redeemed." I inquired, humming softly.
Husk's ears flattened and his tail puffed up. "I... gah, may or may not have sold my soul to Alastor." He grunted quietly.
"You WHAT?!" I nearly screeched, my form growing larger and more skeletal and my eyes flickering with light before gradually calming back down.
He looked alarmed, but settled again after I did. "Ten or so years ago... yeah. I thought I could win against him in a gamble. I was originally doing really good... and then I bet my soul and he bet his..." Husk trailed off, looking regretful.
"I told you one day you'd get in and over your head and get a little too cocky with someone you couldn't win against! You stupid man!" I hissed, tail lashing angrily.
"I know, I know! Geez, what are you, my mom? I realize that now. Calm down, doll." His ears perked back up again.
I rolled my eyes. "Oh dear..."
~ MEANWHILE, WITH ALASTOR AND CHARLIE ~
"Are you sure we have to have Hecate here? I can protect the hotel just fine and so can you." Alastor growled.
"Alastor, what? She's not just here for protection! She's also an entertainer, and a tailor, and she's just good for the hotel's image! I mean, look at it like this. The Princess of Hell owns a hotel. The two most powerful Overlords work there, and coexist without harming a soul. If you and Hecate behave, imagine how good that looks. The Overlords most infamous for bloodshed and violence are doing exactly none of that here!" Charlie responded quickly. She didn't need any fights between the two in or associated with the hotel.
"Plus... the better the hotel looks, the more people stay there, which means more entertainment for you." She said brightly. "So, just... please, do it for your entertainment, if nothing else." Charlie pleaded, giving him the puppy-dog eyes she so often used on Vaggie.
He scoffed lightly when she did that. Nothing like that would ever work on him. He's too cold-hearted for such simplicities. But the idea of more entertainment did sound enticing. "...fine." He rolled his eyes.
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" She burst out, her impulses causing her to nearly hug him before she caught herself. "Whoops... hehe... sorry. I'm excited." She chuckled nervously.
"I see." He mused, melting into the shadows and reappearing in his radio tower.
It wasn't just the fact that she was another Overlord that bothered him. She seemed familiar. Her mannerisms, how she treated him, how she spoke, how she dressed, it all set off warning bells in his head.
It was almost as if he knew her at some point. When he was alive, maybe? That's impossible, though. Marcelline would've died as soon as she got down here...
...right?
• A/N •
yippee yippee yippee i did it!! took me waaaaay too fucking long bro. i kept having to stop because i had to do small little things like oh idk eat. eugh such a waste of time. anyways hope you liked it! my brain was SPENT today. i had a math test today and i have a history test tomorrow. fml. i wanted to get a chapter out for yall though because i wanted to update more than i did my last story 😭 1,178 words. sorry for yapping so much 💔💔
