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...
I lay with Charlie for hours, just telling stories of my life. Eventually, I moved into the more personal stories, including ones from my childhood. They were mainly stories entailing my time with Alastor and his mother when I was younger, of course leaving out the fact that the mysterious boy I was speaking of was Alastor.
It did cheer her up because I had quite the memory and these were quite amusing stories. I told her particularly in detail of the time Alastor was around seven and brought home a baby alligator. Charlie couldn't stop laughing and I nearly couldn't get the story out.
After a while, I got up and left her alone to rest.
I went to the lobby of the hotel to talk to the rest of the denizens here, just in case Vaggie left out any crucial details to the court case in Heaven.
Speaking of Vaggie, I didn't judge her or treat her differently. Hell, I couldn't. I'm also hiding a very big chunk of me from somebody I've known for over a century. Her and Charlie haven't known each other a century- but you get what I mean.
I felt sort of guilty for hiding who I am from Alastor, but I couldn't just confess who I was now.
Anyways, now, after explaining what happened in Heaven to the sinners and reassuring Vaggie that I didn't think of her any differently, I was now talking with them happily. Soon after, Vaggie left the hotel, presumably to get some alone time to process everything.
I ignored the dark cloud over my soul, bearing the weight of every piece of trauma I dug deep, but with my memories coming to the forefront of my mind to cheer up Charlie, they had re-emerged and were worse than ever. Most of the crew noticed, but decided not to mention it because they knew how I hated to feel vulnerable.
Alastor was nowhere to be seen. I asked Angel about it, but he shrugged and said he'd been missing since we got back. I stilled at his words. praying he hadn't followed Charlie and I up and heard my stories. He would've definitely recognised me then. I quickly brushed off those worries, however. Why would he care to follow Charlie and I? He despised my fucking guts. Hell, if he ever killed me, which was unlikely in itself, he probably wouldn't even cannibalise me! He'd probably leave me to rot as a show of disrespect and contempt for me. If he ever figured out who I was, I wouldn't blame him.
I sat on the couch with Niffty on my shoulder, humming away as she did a little arts and crafts. I saw her almost like a daughter I never got the chance to have, and with Alastor also regarding her as a daughter, it was always odd whenever I went into her room and witnessed her writing fanfiction about us... not the worst thing I've seen her do, however.
I couldn't see what the little darling was making, but judging by Pentious, Angel, and Husk's mildly disturbed expressions, it probably had something to do with roaches.
The five of us were talking about our lives, sharing little tidbits about it. Somehow, the conversation shifted to our deaths. We went around in our little circle, sharing how we died, when, and how old we were. It started with Husk.
"Ugh... I got alcohol poisoning in '74 at 63." He grumbled, rolling his eyes as he took a swig of his Cheep Booze.
Our gaze shifted to Angel who was sprawled out with his legs resting on Husk's lap. "Hah! Whiskers, you was ooolld! Anyways, I overdosed in 1947 when I was 32." I could see a flash of pain in his eyes when he mentioned how he died, but he was similar to me in the regards I hated my weaknesses being brought up, so I didn't, not wanting to ruin the lighthearted mood.
"I wassss 46 when I died from a snake bite in 1888." Pentious hissed, glaring down hatefully at his snake-esque features. I noticed a lot of sinners took on characteristics based on how they died.
All eyes turned to Niffty, who giggled sinisterly. "Ehehe... I was 22 in 1955 when after I killed my not bad-boy husband and the police came, they came and killed me!!" She huffed.
My eyes narrowed at the mentions of her husband. From context clues, he probably wasn't a good guy. I knew for a fact he was down here in Hell with us, so maybe one day I could take Niffty out to try and find him so we can torture him, that is if he wasn't already dead.
"Tiiiits? It's your turn!" Angel's annoyed voice and his fingers in my face from snapping dragged me out of my mind.
"Oh, uh, sorry." I chuckled. "I, uh... I was 33 when I died in 1930 after uh... freezing to death." I mumbled, my voice cracking slightly.
"Really? What'sssss with all the crow stuff, then? Ussssssually you take on the stuff you did in life for your attributesssss in Hell." Pentious said, his eyebrows raising slightly in surprise at hearing how I died.
"Unrelated." I responded.
"Hey, boss." Husk randomly said after a few seconds of silence, raising his gaze to the hallway, to which Alastor was there, his eyes narrowed on me but he didn't speak about it.
"Play what, pray tell?" Alastor inquired, already suspicious about it.
"Y'know, where you tell us all where ya died, when ya died, and how old ya were. C'moooon, Freaky Face, every one did it, even your counterpart did it!" Angel gestured towards me, waving his arms frantically.
Alastor merely sighed. "Fine, I suppose. I was 33 when in 1933, I was shot by a hunter, being mistaken for a deer, happy?" He said hurriedly. Little did any of us know, he left out the mauling by dogs part and the burying a body at midnight part.
"Ahaha! Quite the story, mister fancy talk creepy voice!" Angel damn near cackled. "Ain't it funny how you're a deer now?"
"Yes, haha. Verrrry funny." He replied flatly.
I looked at him in concern, to which he promptly ignored. Normal Alastor behaviour.
• A/N •
i'm sorry for ending this chapter abruptly i was just super tired and didn't feel like writing anymore 😭 next chapter is probably gonna be a continuation of this one. y'know more revealing stuff.
also would you guys like it if i did little mini chapters? like flashbacks to their human lives or maybe just bonding activities? i actually have such a good one brewing rn ngl
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i drew these today. isn't he such a pretty princess? ignore the face on the bottom one it's ugly as hell but yah. bye
