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sevenciircles · 1 year
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a new dawn
The sobs wracked through her as she laid against her bed, hair messy and eyes bloodshot.
He had destroyed everything. Everything she had ever worked for. It came in flashes to her even weeks after it had happened. The thunder crackling, the eye appearing in the sky, the smokey haze of red as her hopes and dreams came crumbling down. More than just the Hotel, with the destruction symbolizing just how much she had lost.
The argument between Charlie and her Father had been biblical. The Princess having thrown everything at him in a haze. With her highly emotional state, it was no struggle for the King to defeat the Princess. The Hotel remained destroyed, her friends forbidden from contacting her, her duties as a Princess to come before anything else in her life.
Redemption was supposed to be a phase. An experiment that was doomed to fail. Something to show her that those who came to Hell were truly unredeemable. That she couldn't fix it. That she had to enjoy what she had, the unbridled power she was afforded.
Only, Charlie had succeeded.
One sinner, a newer resident at the Hotel, had been drawn up into the sky in a shining bright light display, demon form shattering like glass to reveal a beautiful angelic one.
It was everything she could have ever hoped for.
When the mortal soul left his realm, Lucifer had been summoned.
Charlie knew that her Father didn't believe in her, in her dream, but what he did...
Destroying her Hotel, forbidding the redemption of souls by Royal Decree. For if Hell became empty of sinners or those who knew that they could go to heaven... there would be anarchy. People would underestimate the Morningstar power. Their absolute authority.
Those who witnessed it...
Silenced.
Snuffed out.
Like a candle that had been pinched between two fingers. What was there, was not.
So Charlie wept, not just for her dream. But for all of Hell. Who lay unaware that redemption was possible, that a better way was possible, but was prevented by something as finite as power.
Greed.
Sin.
Charlie hiccuped, wiping her tears as she hyperventilated, not able to catch her breath. But she did manage to quell her sobs into silent tears that stained her cheeks as she rose up.
Looking at herself in the mirror... it really was eerie how much she looked like her Father.
Charlie picked up a hairbrush and threw it at the mirror, the shattering glass feeling like something had broken within her.
Almost as soon as she did it, she regretted it. Anger would never solve anything. She sighed, reaching down to pick up the mirror shards when she sliced her hand on an unseen piece. Dropping the shard, she clenched her wrist as she winced and looked at the black blood that stood out stark against her pale skin.
For some reason, the blood hypnotized her. She had seen her Father bleed once, too. He had been pierced by a weapon, the opposite of a holy weapon, a pure demonic one. One forged from the very depths of Hell. A Fallen Angel was still an Angel after all.
Could she really...?
Charlie crossed over to her window, throwing up the balcony doors and looked out at the streets. She saw so much from her castle window. People starving in the streets, victims piling up, victimizers getting away with it all. This was what her Father was preserving. Protecting. This was what he wanted to rule over. A chaotic den of wickedness that had no hope of redemption. Because the once shaker of the status quo couldn't reject what he had worked for.
Her Father had created a new kingdom, one to spite his Father. God. Something that he had succeeded in. The opposite of Eden, the opposite of Hell. Instead of a place of mercy and love, it was vile and cruelty. Where people were forced to suffer for mistakes they could atone for, where those who were truly awful lived on top.
It was wrong.
As the blood dripped from her hand... Charlie looked at the city that was only representative of the larger problem.
Sometimes there was no changing something that was broken so deeply. There was only creating something better, newer. Less broken. A new era that would be to everyone's benefit.
Charlie was aware that deep down, her Father must have thought the same thing. But where he had fallen into the same trap of those before him, Charlie wouldn't. He sought the subjugation of souls, Charlie would liberate them.
So the blood dripped onto the railing, and Charlie made a promise.
One she would not break.
If the system couldn't exist the way it was, then she'd fix it. She'd do whatever it took for her people, for their souls. They had laughed at her, scorned her, destroyed her. Well, Charlie would show them all. She'd show them all a path to a better life, she'd show them that what they had wasn't all there was.
She'd show them a new dawn.
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In the end, Charlie really did still think they looked alike.
She had his cheeks, his hair, his smile...
His blood.
The Court stood to the sides, too stunned to approach her. The bloody, beaten Princess who had spent a year preparing for this.
Her red eyes stared at what was once her Father as his eyes slowly lost more and more of their light. A blade of pure hatred and sin sticking out of his heart. A blade that Charlie had put there. She had looked into his eyes as he fell, and held his hand as he exhaled his last breath.
Where would he go? Charlie didn't know.
But she knew everyone there was wondering a different question.
What would she do?
Charlie stood up, blood dripping from her mouth, the same blood that painted the floors of the throne room. Her hands seemingly dyed black.
She looked to the Court, to the witnesses who had seen her act of defiance. Her ultimate rebellion.
On the eve of Extermination, King Lucifer and Queen Lilith were no more.
Charlie let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.
Between the two bodies of the ones who had given her angelic and demon blood in equal measure. They had birthed their own defeat.
But their act of destruction and hubris had what created their end.
However, there end was Charlie's beginning.
Reaching down, she gripped the cool metal of her Father's crown. Heavy, but not as heavy as it had been when she tried it on as a child.
She placed the crown on her own head, and she wasn't alarmed that it fit her perfectly.
She was born to do this.
Charlie walked towards the throne, and no one attempted to stop her. In fact, as she passed, the Court all bent to one knee. Heads bowed.
Charlie sat down on her Father's throne, no longer feeling his shadow over her or his blood coursing through her veins.
It was her blood. Her kingdom. Her power.
Charlie looked at the red glowing coming in from the stained glass, and she knew that the citizen of Hell would be awakening to an Extermination that would never come.
They would soon echo the words of the Court as she settled onto the throne, still covered in blood.
"All Hail Queen Morningstar! All Hail Queen Charlotte!"
Charlie looked at the sun that was rising, and a smile graced her lips.
It was a new dawn.
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qiinamii · 8 months
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we'll do fine.
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while we wait.
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may i offer you all a pubby?? lil bby barns?
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ayoedebiris · 1 month
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DEV PATEL Monkey Man (2024) dir. Dev Patel
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pants-lint · 1 year
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Just had a Thought and now I'm curious. What's you guy's strangest comfort media? It doesn't have to be strange as in like creepy/fucked up/whatever, it can just be smthn a lil odd.
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life-on-our-planet · 2 years
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Two tiny shrimps battle each other on the back of a sea cucumber, filmed at a depth of 15m. Seacrop Diving School | Japan
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sofiaruelle · 2 months
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❄️☃️The SDV Girlies in their winter garb!☃️❄️
One side how i interpreted their lil avatars and then the other side is just me playing dress up lmao.
“Bois when?” Dunno. 🤷🏽‍♀️ I will if anyone donates screenshots.
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lyss-butterscotch · 5 months
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V1 finds a weird looking dog in hell
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ash-and-starlight · 1 year
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hades atla bisexual simulator
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crawley-fell · 6 months
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civetcider · 3 months
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there is no where in my room with good lighting where you can't see it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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krazieka2 · 8 months
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Fe3h did not have a beauty pageant sequence, but if it did I'm 99% sure this is how it would go
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kyurochurro · 16 days
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I STARTED HOUSE MD! :ºD
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hugs-and-stabbies · 20 days
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The self-awareness on this guy 😞 someone pls send him an "are you bi?" quiz STAT
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sergle · 1 year
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There’s no shame greater than that of adding a mutual on discord, and then blowing it at establishing regular convos in the early stages. and then it’s been too long. and their name simply sits there....
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yabakuboi · 1 month
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There's an incredibly pretty girl at the front desk in Family Video, and Steve—Eddie's boyfriend of eight months—is leaning over the counter with a sly smile and half-lidded eyes.
Eddie pauses in the doorway, struck dumb for a moment as he takes in the scene, and then gleefully ducks down behind the nearest shelf.
"So tell me," Steve says, all low and intimate. "What kind of movie were you looking for?"
"Um," the girl says. She doesn't sound very enthusiastic—barely indulgent at best. Eddie wishes he could see, but any sight of him will ruin Steve's chances right now. He's got a pretty good mental picture though. "I really like those old black and white movies, the really glamorous ones, you know?"
"Oh, totally," Steve sighs, like he's swooning. "Like Cary Grant, Clarke Gabel?" Eddie can practically hear his smirk. "Katharine Hepburn? Ginger Rogers?"
"Oh, I love Ginger Rogers!"
"Really?" Steve says matching her excitement. "Well, you're just in luck! Robin here knows all about those old black and white movies, don't you Robin?"
Eddie presses a hand to his mouth to hide his snickering. Robin had looked like a hooked fish when he'd walked in, she's gotta be gaping stupidly right now. "Uuuh," he hears her mumbling, and tries not to snort too loud. "Y-Yeah, uh, golden age of Hollywood stuff, absolutely. I could? Show you where they are?"
"Oh my gosh, that would be amazing!" the girl says, her interest in the conversation now warmed by several degrees. Eddie is still a little in awe of how well his boyfriend can sniff out gay girls.
"I got the front here, Robin," Steve cuts in smoothly. "You ladies take your time, make sure you pick out a good one!"
Eddie waits another beat, listening at their footsteps shuffle away, before he pops up from behind the shelf. Steve, lighting up like a Christmas tree, beams at him.
"Am I a genius or what?" he whispers, grinning ear to ear.
"Your lesbian powers know no equal," Eddie says just as quietly, taking the girl's spot at the counter, leaning into Steve's space. Steve happily mirrors him, until they're tucked together, the world narrowing down to the two of them. It's Eddie's favorite place to be. "All hail Steve Harrington, blessid he, lesbian whisper. Come to aid all useless queers in the fight against singledom."
"Thank you, thank you," Steve says with an air of novel benevolence. "I promise to only use my powers for good."
"Dingus. Doofus."
They jump away from each other as if shocked. Robin glowers at them both, but the pretty girl behind her is giggling and standing way too close for friendly, just at Robin's elbow.
"Move it, lovebirds," she hisses as she rounds the desk. "I need to check Claire out."
"I think you already have," Steve says. His smile this time is down right evil.
Robin actually hisses at him, and hip checks him away from the register. Eddie does a bow, sweeping his arm out to give Claire the prime spot in front of the desk, before he turns back to Steve.
"My dear, if you could please," he simpers, all posh and nasally. "Show me to your finest, grossest horror movie, thank you my good sir."
"Ugh," Steve groans already heading off into the shelves, not waiting for Eddie to follow. "You're lucky I love you, Ed. Shit gives me nightmares."
"I know," Eddie sings, chasing him. "I love you too."
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