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ilovelyneysm07 · 6 days
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Unwavering Result - 2 (ish)
CW: Bodyguard!Reader is a "cyborg", Spoilers for Penacony's Quest, Angst, Reader is implied to bad with feelings, wrote this in class so it's kinda bad, Reader thinks Aven is fucking dead, English is not my first language
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The cyborg was looking at the intense night sky of Penacony.
Maybe it was the way the stars glimmered that brought something unknown to their metallic chest, but the cyborg felt uneasy. Like an uncomfortable glitch in their systems that they can't get rid of no matter how much they've tried.
Not like they want to get rid of it. Get rid of him.
Looking down at the brown sunglasses in their hand, the unknown feeling got worse. The grip in the accessory got tighter, not enough to break the plastic but enough for it to not leave their hand.
They didn't want to let go. But it was an order.
A drop of water fell into the plastic, then another, and another, until the sunglasses were fully wet and the grip got weaker, plastic trembling under their grasp.
"Strange... How am I..."
They only noticed they could cry because the tears fell.
They only noticed they loved him because he is gone.
A/N: Sorry not sorry lmao
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ilovelyneysm07 · 7 days
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OKAY IM NOT MAD ANYMORE, I DID MORE PULLS WHILE TRYING TO GET C6 LYNETTE AND I GOT TWO COPIES OF LYNEY. NOW I HAVE C2 LYNEY DUDE WHAT THE FUCKK
HE TOOK HIS FUCKING SWEET ASS TIME ISTG
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For context:
i lost the 50/50 to dehya at 79 pity
i got lyney at 78 pity 💀
i got aquila favonia at 29 pity
then i got his signature weapon (i wasn't counting because i was so mad)
lynette is now c4 (she was c0)
freminet is now c5 (he was c1)
xiangling is now c6 (she was c2)
and i got c1 diluc in a single pull on standard banner
In conclusion: fuck you lyney, I'm not doing this again (/j I still love him, but dude.. that was torture istg)
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ilovelyneysm07 · 7 days
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HE TOOK HIS FUCKING SWEET ASS TIME ISTG
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For context:
i lost the 50/50 to dehya at 79 pity
i got lyney at 78 pity 💀
i got aquila favonia at 29 pity
then i got his signature weapon (i wasn't counting because i was so mad)
lynette is now c4 (she was c0)
freminet is now c5 (he was c1)
xiangling is now c6 (she was c2)
and i got c1 diluc in a single pull on standard banner
In conclusion: fuck you lyney, I'm not doing this again (/j I still love him, but dude.. that was torture istg)
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ilovelyneysm07 · 9 days
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Unwavering Result
CW: The "Reader" is a Cyborg, "Light Cone" type of story, mentions on killing, GN!reader, REALLY short. Just a thing I wrote while in school lmao.
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"You did well, dear bodyguard, there's just one final question I've been meaning to ask you and that's it."
The cyborg was looking at the floor as they stood on the other side of the desk. The interview was not at all necessary, but according to their now boss, he does it "just in case."
The man looked at them up and down, the person in front of him was not at all bad looking, their clothes fit perfectly to their robotic body. He smirked to himself, stood up from his comfortable chair and showed the cyborg his hand, while putting the other behind his back.
"Do you think you'll kill for me one day?"
The question wasn't supposed to be answered, it was just a test to see if this person really had some free will over this situation. The man looked at the cyborg expectantly, his hand waiting to be taken but his mind wanting them not to.
The person looked up from the floor and took his hand without hesitation, startling the man.
"Yes, of course I will, sir."
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ilovelyneysm07 · 10 days
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Shooting Stars - SAGAU!Lyney x Player Part 1
Summary: Shooting Stars were always a weird occurrence in the world of Teyvat, so when they suddenly stop, certain magician can't help but wonder if it has to do with the strange aching in his chest.
CW: Self Aware AU, NOT Cult AU or Creator AU, Angsty, the Reader is referred as Player, Based on my own Genshin Account, Pretty Self-Indulgent, GN!Player, Cross-posted on AO3, English is not my first language and I'm not an experienced writer
Taglist: @yurislilygarden @yurislotusgarden
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Lyney had a weird feeling in his chest for a while, like a strange ache that won’t go away, it didn’t affect his shows in any kind of way, having perfected his stage persona, a little ache in his chest is not going to make him fail, but in the back of his mind, he can’t help but wonder what’s going on.
It all started a few months ago, the once bright blue sky turned dark and shooting stars fell from it, a golden star different from the rest, falling towards the Palais Mermonia, or rather, near it. Many people were worried about what was going on, but many others were already used to the phenomena that was the strange “shooting stars” that happened from time to time. Some stars fell into Inazuma, some others into Liyue, even some fell into Sumeru. Nobody knows why this happens, only that if a star falls on you, you receive a strange aura around you.
After that month’s event, and Miss Furina was walking around freely and with a smile on her face, the shooting stars suddenly… stopped, the sky returning to the usual bright blue. No clouds, no movement, just blue.
With each passing day, the ache in Lyney’s chest increased, the lack of dark skies made his mind wonder if it had something to do with the ache he felt in his chest. Why did the shooting stars stop falling? Does it really have something to do with him?
The magician went over to his dear sister, to ask her if she felt something similar, but she just shrugged, saying that she suddenly felt an aura surrounding her, no shooting star needed (Lyney failed to notice the way her eyes avoided his gaze, slight frown in her face).
Then the magician wanted to ask his younger brother, but he already knew the answer, as the month before the last dark sky, a shooting star fell into Freminet while he was diving in the waters of Fontaine, purple aura surrounding him (Lyney also failed to notice the nervous stare Freminet send his way).
Questions kept surrounding the magician’s mind, while his eyes were glued to the starry night sky, wondering if one of those stars is gonna fall. Maybe fall on him too, please?
Lyney can’t lie that he felt a little bit jealous of his siblings, both being “blessed” (that’s how many people saw it) by the shooting stars, both being surrounded by that weird purple aura. He didn’t want to feel like this again, feeling like he’s falling behind his sister or that he’s not strong enough to be the “older brother” figure anymore.
He can’t help but feel helpless. Will he be blessed like his siblings? What’s so special about this “blessing” anyway?
While looking at the night sky outside the window in the Opera Epiclese, his thought bubble gets interrupted when he hears people muttering among each other in the dressing room. Now, he’s not one to eavesdrop (at least, not when he’s not commanded to), but the topic of the conversation catched his interest.
“Why do you think the shooting stars stopped?” one of the staff members of his shows said, Lyney could hear the sound of boxes moving inside as he got closer.
“Honestly? I have no idea. They were already inconsistent, but to suddenly stop? Now that’s weird.” the other staff member said, their steps giving the hint that they were moving around rather quickly.
“Do you have any theories, though? I heard that the last one to receive the blessing was Lady- Miss Furina, and she sometimes is seen walking around with a golden aura around her! Golden!-” a loud sound could be heard, alongside the kinda loud scream of the staff member. “Sorry!”
“Be careful, but yeah, that never happened before, right? Miss Lynette has a purple aura, alongside Mister Freminet.” some steps could be heard, and more boxes were being moved around.
“Wait- what about Mister Lyney? Did you see any kind of aura in him?” Lyney felt his body tense at the mention of his name. A silence fell in the place, no boxes were moved and no footsteps could be heard. “Wait… does he have an aura?”
“I… don’t think so. Then again, only a few people in Fontaine have it.” more silence, and then footsteps started coming to the door, startling Lyney.
“His siblings do… Why not him?”
The door opened, and the two staff members started walking towards the hallway, some boxes in their hands. Lyney emerged from his hiding place, his gaze strangely blank.
“Why not him?”
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On the other side of the screen, an excited player was looking at their primogem count. 296 wishes in their virtual wallet and 20 intertwined fates. They then watched all the materials needed in the ascension planner; everything was good, all of the materials checked, including his weapon’s materials (if they get it).
The player smiled to themselves and opened the wishing menu, seeing the 3 day(s) left message under the iudex’s banner. They took a deep breath and closed the game for the day, determination in their eyes.
Lyney, you will be mine. They thought with a smile on their face.
A/N: In celebration of Lyney's rerun, I made this. It's kinda angsty, but don't worry, things will get better when his banner comes out :P
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ilovelyneysm07 · 11 days
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thanks for the tag, dude!!
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@jamelacam @yurislilygarden @simphornies @glowinthedarkbones1150 @matrixbearer2024 @/everyone who wants to join :3
tag game !!
guys i saw a really fun looking tag game so im basically copying it (dont worry about it): search "your name + core" on pinterest, post the first six photos, and tag more people! (it said 6 but you don't have to :) ) (if you don't have pinterest shame on you /j /lh)
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lovely
@boywithabeanie, @k4lops1a, @antisocialgaycat, @crafooshy, @cool-stuffs-i-guess, @theoneofwhomisblue and absolutely anyone else who wants to join can just steal this to do with their mutuals :) (personally sticking to the 6 mutuals rule, yall dont have to, if i didn't tag you i assumed one of the people i've tagged would tag you) (if they don't, just do it anyways don't worry)
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ilovelyneysm07 · 1 month
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VOTE FOR VOX GUYS, IT WILL BE FUNNY C'MON THINK ABOUT THE FANART
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AYO VOX FANS C'MON WE GOT THIS!!!
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ilovelyneysm07 · 2 months
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HE LOOKS SO CUTE<333 I LOVE HIM SM AAAA
Hazbin Hotel Dress-Up 🎀 - Husk
I guess this isn't too bad after all, heh.
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ilovelyneysm07 · 2 months
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I JUST WOKE UP LIKE 2 MINUTES AGO, THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER, THANK U SM!!!!!
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A Familiar Face
Husker x OC
A/N: Wanted to try out writing for a different character so here's me trying to do the hazbin hotel's resident bartender! I'm not sure if I'll officially start writing for other characters except for Vox just yet but I'm slowly trying to learn the rest of the cast. Anyway, thanks @ilovelyneysm07 for letting me use your art in the thumbnail and I hope you enjoy this short drabble with Husker and your OC Serena! Dunno if the cat's OOC or not I tried my best TwT
A/N: Also don't worry guys, the next interlude for the Get Off My Screen Series is in the works. I'll probably post it this evening if I can finish it then :)
Husker never gave a second thought about redemption, after all- he was in hell for a reason. The gambling, the obsession, the greed- his lifestyle was a far cry compared to heaven's sparkly standards and unrelenting fine print. Not to mention his deal with a certain radio demon. He sold his soul for power, and for as along as the deer was in hell- so was he.
So you could imagine the bartender's surprise when he eventually found himself standing outside the pearly gates and they were open. To him. He didn't think it was even possible. Not to mention he was placed in an outfit similar to the suit he wore in his overlord days. How that happened, he wasn't quite sure.
"Husker?"
That was a voice Husker didn't think he would ever hear again. Not since... well- not since he was alive. He slowly moved to look over, breath caught in his throat from both the shock of the disbelief at who he saw.
"Serena?"
Neither dared to move first, instead just staring at each other. That was until Husker finally broke the silence, taking a step forward. A step bridging the gap closer.
Serena was just conflicted about everything, from not seeing her friend for so many years only to find out he'd been damned to the inferno. For what? Truths untold and hidden that only added fuel to the fire. Despite that, she couldn't help feel relieved that friend was okay. He was there, and they could finally talk again.
"I... guess I owe you a hell of an explanation huh?"
Serena uncrossed her arms running up to the feline and giving him a hug, Husker let out a heavy sigh and returned the gesture; his wings wrapping around them both. Feelings untold, the guilt for lying, on top of just how much the bartender just missed her-
It was a lot.
"Yes. You do. It's only lying by omission but still. Don't ever lie to me again. You know I hate liars."
"Yeah, I know. I'll tell you everything that's happened this time. It's a lot."
Serena chuckled, looking up at her friend with a small smile. Even if she was disappointed and angry with him at first for deceiving her like that. Things he was never able to tell since she had died earlier than he did.
"You promise?"
Husker returned the small smile, his arms around her tightening slightly.
"Yes doll, I promise."
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ilovelyneysm07 · 2 months
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Last year's work but I'm still proud of it (•ᴗ•)
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ilovelyneysm07 · 2 months
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Y/n: You know where to find me~
Lucifer: .....
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ilovelyneysm07 · 2 months
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Hi! I don't know if you are open to requests and if you're not completely ignore this request!!
Could I get a drabble/one-shot of Husk or Alastor finding their wife from the living world has come to the hotel? Like this is their first time seeing her after many years? Thank you and I Hope you have a good day/night!!
A/n: I'm gonna do both!
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Husk:
It was that stupid fucking smirk that pissed him off, why did that prick look so fucking smug?! "What the fuck are you looking at?"
Alastor hummed turning his back to the cat demon as he waved him off. "I know something you don't know."
"What the fu-."
His name, his real name that he hadn't heard in years from a voice that still remains in his mind echoed through out the bar. His eyes went wide taking in the appearance of the new inhabitant of the Hotel.
Expect she wasn't new, oh god she wasn't new. Taking a hesitant step forward, he never thought he would see you again. His wife, his lovely wife.
It did not take long for him to pull you in his arms, his chest heaving as he desperately clung to you. Even with your broken wings you were still beautiful.
Pulling back slightly, Husk's ears flattened on his head. A deep purr leaving his chest as he looked into your eyes. "I know I ain't much to look at."
Shaking your head, you didn't care. After living in Heaven for so long you finally found the love of your life. "Who are you kidding, you still handsome." Sighing you buried your face into his chest to listen to his heart beat. "Know matter what you are I will always love you."
"I never stopped loving you...my angel."
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Alastor:
He was trying to ignore what ever Charlie was blabbering about, something about a new inhabitant to the hotel....someone for him to exploit? Well lets just see how naive they really are.
Though the moment he spotted them, he felt his smile twitch. This had to be some cruel joke, a punishment. You did not belong here! you were to pure for hell, to kind!
It was a mistake, it had to be a mistake. "I don't know who you are but go back to where you came from! I should just rip you apart for taking the visage of my wife!"
You could feel the tears sliding down your cheeks as you took a step forward. But with every step you took forward he took on back and soon his back hit the wall. Ears twitching back and forth, you could see his hand gripping that cane tight in his grasp.
You had to make him see it was you, so you hummed, you hummed that song he sang to you on your wedding night, the song he would sing to to your anniversary, the one he sang the night you were killed.
You let your hand glide across his cheek, you could see the smile wavering as he finally took you into his arms.
"You came back to me." He whispered into your neck.
Nuzzling your face into his chest, you smiled as your eyes closed. "And I will never leave you again."
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ilovelyneysm07 · 2 months
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Could we normalize giving a bit more love to the x reader writers?
I feel like I see so many of us get like little to no comments or tags despite having several hundred likes. Like,, yes, writing the requests is super fun! But it's also kinda draining when maybe only 1-2 people say anything past a "give us more content."
It takes a lot of time and creativity for us to write these for free. Even just a little comment saying you love it or a little gif or even just an emoji can go a lot further than yall would think!
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ilovelyneysm07 · 2 months
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me when one is a cat themed magician and the other is a magician-ish themed cat
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ilovelyneysm07 · 2 months
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thought that one Alastor scene would look cool in comic lettering, so i drew this
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ilovelyneysm07 · 2 months
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me rn
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Always the writer, never the reader.
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ilovelyneysm07 · 2 months
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Endless Solo of Solitude - Hazbin Hotel x Furina!Reader
You are a dramatic person, always looking for the most interesting thing to be the focus of the moment. And people love it, people want your performances, people want to see you.
A/N: Here we are, it should be noted that I am not an experienced writer, so if there are errors, I apologize!
CW: SPOILERS for Fontaine’s Archon Quest. GN!Reader. Use of Maistel as a Gender Neutral term instead of Mister/Miss. Big ass wall of text. Bulleted list format. Use of (Name). No beta, we die like Focalors. Word count: 1.4k (1.444)
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(So interminable… So lonely… Just… how much longer?)
The red moon shone beautifully over Hell, while applause could be heard at the Opera Epiclese. It was a normal night like any other in that Opera House, with its Overlord's show about to end.
“Thank you all for coming here!” You and the other “actors” bow to the audience with a smile and the curtain closes in front of you. You can still hear the applause and the voices of the demons as you and the actors head to the dressing room.
With every step you take, every actor following you disperses into the shadows, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
The door closes behind you, completely silencing the voices of the inhabitants and making your smile disappear completely, leaving in its place a tired expression. You sit in front of the mirror, leaving your hat on the table as you look at your reflection, you feel your cheeks hurt and your eyes heavy.
“How much longer will I have to do this...?” is a question that was never answered, your hands instinctively going to your neck, feeling the extra joint around it and the cold invisible blue collar. You flinch at the sensation beneath your fingertips. You run your hands through your long hair, feeling the tears fall onto the table.
80 years. 80 years have passed since this whole Overlord facade started. 80 years since you made the deal with that Overlord because you didn't know any better.
You really didn't know any better. It was clearly a trap that your 18 year old self didn't see or sense.
“You will take my position as an Overlord, or rather, pretend to be "me." Act how people feel an Overlord acts, be what they want to see. And in return, I'll help you when the time comes. An equivalent exchange of sorts, does that sound good to you?”
You really didn't know any better when you took their hand.
If people realized that you were not an Overlord, that you were a simple sinner pretending to be one, everything would go down the drain, everything you have worked for, the life you have sacrificed to make this work.
You, the Overlord of the Theatre and “Owner” of the Opera Epiclese, your performances reaching everywhere in the Pride Ring. People pay thousands just to see you perform. Or rather, the perfect mask they created for you.
The perfect mask that took you 80 years to perfect to fit on your face. The perfect mask that you were forced to wear.
Before your mind continues to torment you with gloomy thoughts, a knock on your door snaps you out of them. “Oh? Come on in!” you say, as you put on your hat at the speed of light.
“Maistel (Name)?” Your employee's voice entering the dressing room made you put your mask back on.
“Tell me, dear employee, to what do I owe the honor of being interrupted here?” you say in your best passive aggressive tone, wincing internally at your employee's discomfort.
“Uhm, it's about the Exterminations, Maistel (Name).” Your employee looks to the side, avoiding your gaze, and thank Lucifer they did, because if they hadn't they would have seen the nervousness on your face for a moment.
You look at him carefully, putting one of your legs on top of the other and crossing your arms. “What is it?”
“They have moved up the Extermination. According to 666 News, it will be in 6 months, Maistel (Name).” You can feel the nervousness in his voice, making your grip on your arm tighten.
The deer ears protruding from your head flicker for a moment, moving backwards. You shake your head, shaking your ears in the process. You look at your employee with a smile, forced, but it's a smile.
“Oh, what an unexpected turn of events! Who would have expected it...?” Certainly not you. The Extermination ended a few hours before your performance, why would they want to advance it? What happened? “You can go home, dear employee. Enjoy.”
“Thank you, Maistel (Name).” When your employee leaves the dressing room, you let out a big sigh and look in the mirror again. Your hands go to your head, gripping it tightly, your forehead hits the table and your hat falls to the floor.
“Why is all this happening...? Why?” You feel like screaming, yelling to someone about all this, but when you feel the cold of the invisible collar on your neck, you are left speechless. As if your vocal cords were clogged and burned under the cold of the collar.
You don't know what to do. You never did.
During the Exterminations, you always stayed in the comfort of the Opera Epiclese, knowing that you couldn't do anything. Knowing that you were just a simple sinner, nothing more.
You sigh in frustration as you stand up, walking towards the exit of the dressing room and on your way to your own bedroom, wanting nothing more than to sleep and rest from your thoughts.
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Just outside the Opera Epiclese, a couple were walking towards the building, one more lively than the other.
“Are you sure it's a good idea? We are in an Overlord’s territory!” one of the voices said, worried about her companion, while the girl next to her smiled happily. The blonde clutches her papers tightly.
“Don't worry, Vaggie! I'm sure someone like Maistel (Name) would be interested in the hotel, I feel it in my soul!” The blonde smiles confidently, and her partner, Vaggie, sighs, smiling slightly.
The truth is that they had been trying to talk to some sinners for a while to get them to join the Hotel, without having any luck. Of course, until the blonde saw that Opera House in the distance, her spirits rose rapidly.
“Just be careful, okay? They’re still an Overlord, no matter how much you admire them.” The blonde nodded confidently, and opened the large doors of the Opera House. Blue and black walls were elegantly seen in that reception, some Demons were emerging from what seems to be a recent performance. Charlie smiled at seeing an atmosphere so... calm, for hell.
They both walked towards the reception, where the receptionist was looking at some papers a little nervously, her gaze rising from the white mountain in front of her to look at the new faces. “Oh, uh, welcome to the Opera Epiclese.” The receptionist searched through her papers. “Names? What are you here for?” she said, pen in hand.
“Oh, Charlie Morningstar! And she’s my partner, Vaggie!” Charlie could see how the imp immediately fell silent. The blonde looked curiously at the demon, seeing her better. She’s an Imp. Her clothes are elegant and blue, her hat adorned with black ribbons. A strange color palette for Hell, where everything was red.
“C-Charlie Morningstar? As in… Lucifer’s daughter?” The imp quickly looked at her papers, feeling like she was going to faint. “Why does this happen to me...? And it's my first day... I should have gone home when I could...” the receptionist was muttering to herself as she searched through a large book with golden details. Charlie looked at her worriedly while Vaggie raised an eyebrow.
“Are… you okay?” Charlie asked and the Imp flinched at her voice.
“Y-Yes, Your Majesty! Just… searching, give me a moment, please!” The imp continued muttering to herself, something about 'wanting to go home'. “Uhm... okay, it looks like you're not on the recent guest list, Miss Charlotte…”
“Charlie is fine! And no, we’re not here for one of Maistel (Name)’s performances, we’re here to talk to them!” Charlie explains with a smile, and the imp smiles nervously.
“I-I see… Gimme one second, Miss Charlie…” The imp turns around in her chair, heading towards one of the phones. Charlie looks at Vaggie excitedly.
“Maybe we have a chance, Vaggie! How exciting to meet Maistel (Name) in person!” Vaggie could only smile softly at her partner's enthusiasm. Any normal person would say that it should be the other way around, you know, meeting the Princess of Hell.
The imp turns around in her chair again, looking at the pair. “Uhm, Maistel (Name) should be available in a few minutes. If you want, you can wait in their office.” The receptionist smiled nervously, and Charlie, grabbing her hands and shaking them up and down.
“Thank you so much! Let's go, Vaggie!” Charlie released the imp's hands and walked towards the door on the left. Vaggie let out a soft laugh and approached the imp, who was bewildered.
“Where’s Maistel (Name)’s office?” she asks, and the imp mutters.
“It's in the door on the right…”
A/N: This is part 1 of this miniseries, hope you enjoy this, muehehe.
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