The Falling Kingdom ((Hazbin X Reader))

Queen Of The Apples - Chapter One

The great Magne family was known through out all of Hell. After all, they ruled all of Hell. Lucifer Magne was head of the family, King of Hell. His lovely beloved Wife, Lilith Magne ruled beside him. The power couple ruled over Hell with a dark cold fist of harsh cruelness as was expected by any true fallen beings to Hell. Making ties to all the important families in Hell. The Elderich family, the Nightmare Family, and many more. But that is a story for another time. This story is of the sisters. The twin little apple darlings from Lucifer and Lilith who came head to head on fateful day in Hell due to unforeseen happenings. Charlotte and Callimia Magne, twins born to Lilith. Though only Charlotte Magne had ever been announced to the public. Callimia Magne had been caught in the background, silent and ever studying, every learning the ways of the royal families ties, their powers, their history in Hell and in Heaven. But never seen in the public eye. 

Only Charlotte, only ever Charlotte. Sweet, adoring Charlotte. Even when she left home, when she turned her back on her parents and Lucifer had turned his back on her. Callimia still did not get the affection she so desired and longed for from her parents. The affection she seek so badly from the parents who seemed to not notice her unless the servants questioned her next tacking schedule. No, she was no Charlotte, she was nothing in their eyes, she was a speck in their eyes, a shadow to her sister. A shadow to this grand wonderful child who even though brought nothing but shame and after shame upon the family name. Their parents still looked after her. 

So here stood Callimia, her two little black sheep mini demons at her sides. She took humor in her little imps who served her. She was after all the all seeming black sheep of this family. She stood on her balcony looking out at the festival being hosted by her family. Oh yes, Little miss Charlotte had come to her senses. She had forgotten her fling with that lower demon girl Vaggie was it? And returned home, still running that pathetic hotel. But had returned to the arms of Seviathan. HER Seviathan! Callimia however couldn't bring herself to cry as she looked out at the party in the court yard. So many years now, so many long long years she had watched these demons waste these lives pretending to be evil. Pretending to embrace the darkness around them. Seviathan had given her some happiness but the moment Charlotte was back he had tossed her aside like she was trash. Just like Father, Like Mother, Like her own sister. Was there anyone who noticed her. Who cared she existed?

No, no there wasn't. This was Hell, and that was the point of Hell. To be forgotten, to suffer and be alone and suffer. So If she had to suffer, why should others be happy? Why should others be happy and enjoying Hells glories among others? Her eyes were scanning the crowd and that was when her eyes landed upon her Father. Lord Lucifer was lacking something very important. His scepter, his power source and then her mother. The fallen crown that her Father had granted her was not upon her head. Eyes wide, Callimia's mind raced. Could she? Yes, yes she could. But would she? Of course she would. They deserved this. They all deserved to suffer as they had made her suffer. They all deserved to be forgotten as they had forgotten her!

Now Callimia was a dead ringer for Charlotte only she had more curves, sharper eyes like her mother. She was far more bustier and had hips and enjoyed showing them off in her formal gowns or sexual wear when she could get away with it. Her horns however were always out as she always seemed to be in a bit of a foul mood. It was highly rare to get a smile from Callimia that didn't result from another suffering. Tonight she had dressed in a formal gown thinking she might actually be invited to the engagement party for Charlotte but no. Lucifer had mentioned it would be best she didn't show up. No need for mixed feelings to be stirred up after all. So he sent her away from the whole event. Bitter Callimia had simply obeyed her father and made herself unseen. 

But now, no longer would that be the case. Heels were clicking down the empty halls, Car and Mel, her two little Sheep demons falling her closely behind as they baaed here and there to advise her against her plan. But she scoffed at them, "It's too late for all of that Car-Mel. They all had their chance. All of them. I've been in the shadows too long." Callimia said approaching the throne room, slamming opening the main doors. The room was grand, the walls lined with red and black satin material. At the end of the room were two big throne chairs. Next to one was a stand with the Apple staff. Next to the other was a glass encased pillar that held the crown which held her Mothers spiked crown.