If I could tell you more about what Y/n felt after that letter... eh, wouldn't change a damn thing. They don't even read it 'til years later, anyway.
But if you're askin' what happened to 'em after? Yeah... this wasn't the end.
This was where their legacy started.
I already told you about that fight a few months back — Aspen, Aphrodite, Andrew. Y/n's got their souls now.
What I didn't mention is they also ended up with all three of their territories. And you know exactly what that means.
Ya know, some folks just don't get the memo 'til it's bitin' 'em in the ass.
...Yeah, sure. Let's just go back to where we are.
A few days after sending this letter, nothing much changed with Y/n. Still looking out that window the world around them. But at least, this time, they accepted food, tea, to talk: as if, for the first time in weeks, they accepted to at least do something more than just play statue.
They were drinking their tea calmly. A book in their hands, Alastor didn't dare to disturb the progress that seemed to appear even through the grief.
So, as said, they were reading and drinking tea. Alone in a room. It's always quite warm in that house: just like Hell, winds of cold air rarely happen. However, this time, it did.
But they recognized what it meant immediately. It wasn't a bad thing: rather a good, very good one. They already knew who was coming to visit them.
And they were right: just seconds later, Ghost was floating and passing through the wall, his eyes sparkling when seeing them after so long. He didn't waste time hugging them, clinging to them again as usual, before Y/n noticed a black-sealed letter in the child's hand.
"What you're bringing me, lil' boo?" They asked, using that new nickname they found for him just a few days earlier while listening to Alastor's radio show. They don't know why this exactly: maybe because it's cute, perhaps because it was strange. Who knows?
Ghost suddenly seemed to remember what he was coming here for, but did not give the letter. Its hand is hesitant, almost unsure if he should give it to them. They brought the quill to him before writing something down on the letter directly. Finally, after some confusion and questioning, Ghost gave back the letter to Y/n, where the drawing of an eye was glowing where the quill passed on. Maybe he wants them to be especially attentive to the letter, Y/n thought. Ghost wasn't a bad child, but it was sometimes a mild task to understand all the symbols he was leaving behind for them to comprehend, since he never spoke.
"A... Letter? Ghost, I'm thankful you want to bring me the mail, but-"
The child shook his head furiously, pointing at the eye he had drawn seconds earlier. Maybe a warning? But what could Ghost possibly warn them about?
Y/n knew Ghost wouldn't act like this if there was no reason behind it. Of course, he is technically a child, but one so mature for his age. If Ghost was worried about something, she'll reassure him but stay on her guard.
"I'll be careful, you know? I know how to defend myself, I think."
Well, there's only one way to find out what's in this letter.
Y/n carefully pulled on the envelope, the wax removing itself carefully before they could slide their hand into that envelope. It smells like old paper, which has yellowed and cracked with time. Dry as sandpaper, yet also elegant, and it felt like opening some state's top secret information. The calligraphy was neat, perfectly handwritten and seemed so effortless.
"To Ms. Y/n Blackwood.
By decree of the laws of Hell, it is declared that you, Ms. Y/n Blackwood, are now the mistress of former Overlords Andrew Northrop, Ludovica "Aphrodite" Mancini and Aspen Watson's souls, but also the mistress of their lands and possessions they accumulated in the past years. Therefore, those recent claims are now acknowledged by our representatives and studied, and you are now required to attend our next Overlord Meeting as a part of the Overlords, with all responsibilities coming with this role.
As said in the laws of Hell, section 66.6 about Overlord Meetings, your presence at this meeting is not forced to attend, rather recommended. Consider carefully your decision before any rash decision: it could come with the price of proving yourself or a silence louder than actual words.
In the hope of attending you in our meeting room.
Carmilla Carmine and Zestial, leaders and representatives of Overlords."
The letter sat heavy in their hands: the letter weighed like regular paper, but the words felt as heavy as stones. The fancy handwriting made each word bounce in front of their eyes; this meeting was not something they were sure they really wanted.
But before they could do anything further, Ghost tugged at their sleeve before hugging them at the waist, like a child scared of what could come, or what knows will come, when attending.
"It's gonna be okay, boo. I promise it will be okay. Besides, I'll have you and Alastor with me."
The words felt more like a way to reassure themselves than to reassure the semi-visible child who still glued itself to their waist. The poor child couldn't help but appear and almost disappear.
"Well, well, this is quite the entertainment! The Overlords are putting ink to paper to invite you to the next meeting. How delightful! Such invitations would be rude to decline."
"Alastor, this isn't any recognition... this is a whole damn warning."
I bet freaky face over here woulda say somethin' like:
"Ah, warnings, invitations... My dear, in Hell, those two are the same thing!"
Told ya.
Can't you just... not interrupt me while telling this? For damn's sake...
Y/n knew what they had to do. They caressed the spectre's white hair, like a promise, before holding him up as they got on their feet.
"Well, let's get to that meeting, shall we?" They spoke before covering Ghost with what wings she got healed: some spots still missing a few feathers, the wings a tad shorter than before, but as beautiful as the first time his garnet's eyes saw those feathers. But now they were ready to go and face the possible danger: he and the child would be there as their protectors.
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Strings of Fate
Fanfiction"I need to get out of here... All this is a mistake." That's what you first thought when, one day, you happened to be forced to be someone's bride. What did your lovely mother think of all of this, that you'll feel love at first sight for a man you...
