[ OC ] lynne
LYNNE
a former housemaid who made a deal with the demon queen of hell for immortality. in turn she spends eternity hunting and disposing of both deplorable people and runaway sinners.
age: ???
height: 6’3
species: immortal being (once human)
sexuality: lesbian
pronouns: she/her
lynne is cold, harsh, and swift at her job. she follows orders from her almighty queen without hesitation, as that was the sacrifice she had to make to obtain the immortality her human heart desired.
despite the reasonable justice she performs with her job, she is not perfect. she made a deal with the queen of hell after all. her longing for immortality was for purely selfish reasons, and she has little to no care for the people she saves by getting rid of demons and terrible humans. “it’s just a part of the job.” she says.
her main weapon of choice is a gun, but she is adept with most human weaponry as well as some demonic creations. her kills are usually swift, as she see’s no point in prolonging her job. however, if someone has done something notably deplorable, she will disregard her original point, and make sure they suffer for at least a century before she deals the final blow.
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Consent is a Sexy Word
A/n: Just a small moment of Scarlet’s work :) It’s not very good, but I’m hoping it’ll still be fun to read!
Trigger Warnings for mentions of sex work(Is that a warning?) talk of abuse, a little torture, and some murder.
Ellie belongs to @rottent33th
This wasn't right! This wasn't how things were supposed to go tonight!
A well-dressed man crawled across the floor of his penthouse, dining chair and table overturned and broken wine glasses shattered around him. He didn't dare try to get to his feet, the woman he had been flirting with moments ago had shot his kneecaps before he knew what was happening. She was supposed to be a reputable sex worker, this was supposed to be a paid for night of fun! Instead, he was crawling for his life to get away from her. By the sound of her heels, though, he was failing miserably at that.
"Oh, honey," The woman practically purred, brushing long dark hair away from her face as she came to loom in front of him, gun in one hand and a switch blade in the other. "Where do you think you're going? The fun isn't over just yet..." She crouched down, using the blade's point to force him to look up at her.
"Now, I want you to think really, really hard about what you did to get here." She continued, tracing the sharp point of her knife along his jawline, drawing a drop of blood in the process.
"D-did? I just met you-!" His words were cut short as she backhanded him. Hard.
"Ah-ah, baby. That's not what I'm asking. What did you do to make pretty ol' me come here and fuck you up? Come on, Clark, you can do it. Guess."
He strained his brain to think, afraid what would happen if he didn't. Still, nothing came to mind and left him staring blankly, terrified.
The woman rolled her green eyes with an annoyed sigh. "Fine, I'll spell it out for you." She growled sharply, reaching into the bodice of her red dress, and withdrew a few pictures, tossing them down in front of him. It was of different women, all battered, and a look of realization dawned on him. "There you go, now you get it... Consent is a sexy word, you know? And none of these beautiful ladies gave it to you when you hit them. They were sex workers hired to fuck your lonely ass for cash, not to get their asses beat for your sick amusement." Her tone had become a venomous hiss as she led her knife to his shoulder, and then plunged it in.
Clark howled in pain, and she gave it a twist for good measure. "Stop! Please! I won't do it again! It was a misunder-" Another twist and a jerk cut his words off fast, devolving into cries of anguish instead.
"Now, now, sweety... Lying isn't polite. Mind your manners." Her gaze was cold as ice, but her smile was positively malicious. "I was hired by these darlings to make sure you never hurt them again. This could have been avoided, you didn't evaded the ban they put on you, you could have just NOT hit them, but now we're here." She stood up and, with a harsh kick, knocked him onto his back. "Now that you're all nice and caught up, it's about time I finish my job." She raised her gun, fixing her aim.
A look of terror and a bullet later, and all became exceptionally quiet, save for the music he had put on in the background earlier that evening.
She eyed his corpse for a moment longer, prodding it a bit with her heel. "Bastard... Never quits being satisfying, though." The woman hummed, scooping up the photos and making her way to her purse and putting both them and the gun inside. Her phone began to ring, and she picked it up. "Scarlet speaking~" She said, only to hear a familiar voice greet her. "Ellie, honey! So good to hear you're voice, gorgeous, what's got you calling?" She asked as she proceeded to go to the bag she left by the front door, having told Clark it was "toys" for later, but honestly it was just supplies for her crime scene. The guy so easily believed she was another sex worker and what she said, he made the whole thing almost disappointingly easy.
"Oh, I was just going over some recipes and realized I never got to make you a peach pie before!" Ellie cheerfully said, unaware of her friend's current business. "When do you think you'll be near Ambrose again?"
Scarlet gave it some thought as she began cleaning away any identifiable evidence. "That's a good question, dear. Let's see... I think I can make it for a visit in a week if that's fine by you and your amazing family?"
"Oh, that's perfect! Don't worry your head about it, they'll definitely be looking forward to seeing you, too!"
Scarlet chuckled. "Alright, it's a date, then. Ellie bell, I gotta go, I'm actually in the middle of work right now. I'll call you back after, alright? I'll send you some photos, too. Looking hot as hell right now and don't want the effort to go to waste."
"I'm looking forward to it! Sorry to call at a bad time, though... I look forward to seeing you soon!" Ellie sounded a bit disappointed she had such poor timing, but Scarlet didn't mind.
"Don't worry that pretty head of yours about it. See you later, darling." Scarlet ended the call at that and let out a sigh, looking down at the corpse. "Now it's just you and me for the next hour. Yippee..."
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