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...
When I got up and out of my bed, I trudged over to the bathroom and turned around, my neck snapping to glare at the brand on my left shoulder blade. I always wore things to cover it up so it usually didn't bother me.
Today, it hurt.
It really only hurt a day or two before I came into contact with him.
Which... would be impossible, because I'm in Hell now.
Right?
I went over to my dresser and looked down, my necklace was glowing slightly. Whoops. It's probably just faulty today.
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(without the sword of course... heh)
As I left I snatched the skull up and set it upon my face. With a wave of my hand the door was locked.
I could smell food from downstairs, and it smelled familiar.
Pancakes?
I waved it off. Charlie cooked food for the hotel all the time, as did Alastor. I knew Alastor wasn't a fan of sweet things so it was probably Charlie this time.
My face grimaced as I felt another pang of pain on my shoulder. Goddamnit, will you quit???
I huffed and I pushed the pain away, letting the succulent smells drag me to the kitchen. I also wasn't normally a fan of sweet foods, but I made exceptions sometimes.
As I pushed open the doors to the kitchen, I saw Charlie and Vaggie conversing in front of the stove, and behind them I saw someone. I assumed they were Niffty or something. She helped sometimes with cooking.
"Good morning, girls! May I ask what that delicious smell is?" I inquired, my smile obvious in my voice.
Charlie looked at me immediately and her eyes lit up in excitement. Oh, boy... what is it now?
"Morning, Hecate." She said slyly.
"What? Mar-" A new voice piped before they were quickly silenced by Charlie slapping a hand over their mouth, presumably.
I stilled. That voice was familiar. Very familiar.
Before I knew it, two arms wrapped around my waist from behind. "Hecateeeeee!" Lucifer's excited voice exclaimed.
"...Lucifer?" I muttered, relaxing as he took his hands off me and turned me around. I looked down towards him.
It was amusing to me how short he was, he didn't even reach my shoulders.
I bent at the waist and enveloped his form in a hug as well, squeezing him tightly. Vaggie's eye widened and she glanced towards Charlie, Charlie merely squealing in delight.
"Where have you been? Is it because of Lilith? Where'd she go? I've been so worried about you!" I said quickly. Due to my rambling and constant questioning, I didn't notice Alastor walking into the kitchen as well. His eyes narrowed when he saw me being all affectionate with the king.
