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Part 2. Not sure where this is going it’s writing itself I’m just there for the ride.
MDNI this blog is 18+
Arriving in Hell wasn’t a surprise. You adjusted well enough, eventually making your way to cannibal town where you’d found some dear old friends.
Rosie and Mimsy helped you get your bearings, just as they’d been there when you’d lost Alastor.
You’d found a home at Rosie’s clubhouse, meeting Alastor and Mimsy who’d been working there years. The four of you had so much fun together!
Until he pulled away. Left us. Until he left you.
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They’d carted your pretty, empty shell around, Rosie making sure you drank water, telling you she’d support you no matter what, and Mimsy, bless her, would be a caricature of herself, hootin and hollering nonsense to get you to crack a whisper of a smile.
You lay there, thinking of his eyes. His crazed smile near the end of your last conversation. You wanted to tell him you didn’t care about the madness, you loved him because of it, not in spite of it.
He’d have none of it. You were too much of a temptation, he declared. He cared too much to give in to that one. As you’d opened your mouth to give him permission to give way to the desire, he cut you off. His eyes hardened. No. Not you.
Quick sharp smile. He’s a gentleman you see. He only enjoyed going after the already damned, those who didn’t deserve the gift of breathing. The men who defiled the sweet, gentle souls all around him. His mother had raised him properly, he would not stand by and let them continue.
You had to concede and let him go, even as your heart shattered.
You saw how he became the shadow the evil feared. The hunger in the night. Crimimals were going missing. A morbid peace reigned for a while, but nothing lasts forever.
Once he was gone, the violence was quick to seep back in to our space. The mobster men Mimsy always danced with, getting disrespectful, meaner. Those drunk handsy bastards got kicked out by Rosie and her guards quickly, but they preyed in the shadows. Trying to find a weak point without our angel of death.
As you laid in the back office at Rosie’s one evening, you heard a muffled sound. She had said she would be gone for just a bit, the only one left would’ve been .. Mimsy. A grunt, a whimper, and you were up in a flash, grabbing the hat pin you’d worn earlier.
Mimsy was being choked by some sleazy, drunk bastard and you didn’t hesitate, stabbing him in the neck. Watching him fall, smiling. These weak, pathetic creatures. You bent down and twisted the pin into his neck again as he tried to struggle and pull back, drowning in his blood. “Ah, the arteries are so delicate, don’t you think, Mimsy?” You smiled at the wretched creature until the life drained out of his eyes.
A little gasp, you both turned to see Rosie smiling at you, having caught the end of the event.
“Get a load a this one, Rosie! An Angel! Saved me, she did!”
She did a little twirl and hugged you.
“You sure are, aren’t cha? Welcome back to the world with us! I have an idea on how to clean up this mess. A butcher I know is always looking for some rare delicacies.”
Rosie hugged you too and went to make a late call on her friend, while you and Mimsy fixed up the little dressing room.
By morning, nothing had ever happened.
The three of you fell into a little dance. Mimsy found the worst men. Introducing them to her sweet friend who needed a fella to cheer them up! You’d act shy and reject any advance.
You’d lure them, stumbling out, a sad drunk, mourning, and unaware to the world. Let them think they’d caught a new victim. Wait until they’d get close, grab you, and a swift kiss with your pin to their neck had them bleeding at your feet.
Rosie’s contacts would be on stand by to clean up any mess and dispose of the bodies.
You felt alive again. Exhilarating to watch the life of the wretched drain out, and seeing why Alastor has such desires. If you two had only been able to do this together. Imagine the team you would’ve made!
The taste of blood, reminded you of the kiss he’d given you goodbye. The sharp nip, and a smile, and he was gone.
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Meeting the girls in Hell was the best part of finding your way through damnation. You all listened to Alastors’ broadcasts, cheering and swooning at the sweet screams he gifted everyone in hell. You weren’t ready to see him though. You swore the girls to keep it under wraps, at least until you were ready.
You’d done everything to feel closer to him, to fall with him into the depths of hell. Now, you weren’t sure how he’d react. Would he see you differently, once he heard how you cast yourself into the fire, just for the chance to burn with him.
You’d decided it was time to talk to him, and suddenly he was gone. Again.
7 fucking years. No broadcasts. Not a single static signal. That television bastard taking over. What happened?
You didn’t know a damned soul could feel what you felt.
One day, you’d been chatting with the girls when his broadcast came to life, like it’d never went silent to begin with.
You dropped the glass.
ALASTOR?
Soon, you heard of the Hotel, the princess of Hell, and her interesting idea of redemption. The surprise was Alastor working with her.
Perhaps, you could go see him.
Then the early extermination was announced, and you couldn’t face him, watching him from a distance as he prepared to help the princess take on heaven. Does he seek redemption, would he reject how you’d fallen to madness in search of him?
After they managed to fend off Heaven, you realized what a waste hiding had been. He could’ve been destroyed by those fucking angels and you’d never get a chance to even speak to him.
Resolve tightening in your stomach. You’d told the girls and they cheered as you finally went to face the man you’d chosen to burn for.
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🫣 I hope you liked it! I feel a part 3 already forming in my mind of the meeting. It’s like the writing has possessed me.
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