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"No good deed goes unpunished." I was aware of that, even when I fought, struggled, saved and helped. (ALL LINKS ARE UNDER CONSTRUCTION.)

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He had to find a good way to ask things that would tie with each other, yet he had to do it in a rather subtle way. Since his last conversation with Kachessa’s ghost, he hadn’t been able to shove some thought out of his mind. Yet how to do it, that was already a problem. There were so many things in his mind, too many.

Resting his forehead on one of his hands, he closed his eyes. Better black than everything moving and distorting around him, if he wanted to say something coherent.

   “In the book, mages… No, first of all, the characters in the book are real, right?” Between Asmodeus and Kachessa, and the girl herself, they had indeed convinced him, if Ma wasn’t enough. Yes, he would start there. “And magic, demons, all that stuff is real, obviously.” He wasn’t sure if he was being serious or sarcastic anymore. Who cared at that point…

   “If there are immortal characters… and they actually existed, then would there be a chance that they could still exist today, right now?”

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  She could tell that there were so many questions in that curious head of his, but she was quite grateful that he was far more resourceful and far more intelligent than his ancestral counterparts. Gumillia listened to his first two questions, then placed her hand on Yukina’s book and pointed a finger on it.

  “If you have read in many sources that tie with the same thing, then surely it is true,” Gumillia said. “But that’s an answer that you’ll expect if you ask someone who doesn’t know about those times, someone who hasn’t lived through those times. Now, you are asking me, so I can tell you with utmost clarity that the characters in the book are real and dead, some alive in pertaining with the demons, of course, and the immortal remain immortal, to live forever and walk the earth in their own way.

  “You may not know their names, for they have wisely changed them. You may have met me in a distant future, where I judge you for your wrongdoings, but you know me now, and once you have met her, you can understand her much clearer. The Master of the Hellish Yard means no harm, only judgement.”

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Oh, it was her. The one who supposedly knew everything about the books he read and ressembled so much to the woman in his nightmares.

Actually, maybe she could be useful… Or only mess with his head even more. But the only thing he could lose by trying was time and, if anything, conscience, for some seconds. Hopefully not.

   “You know what, no, wait. Wait. Let me… ask you some things.”

There were so many questions in his mind he still hadn’t really dared to ask, or found useless to. Maybe if that girl was really willing to help him…

   “About the books, that’s it… And… Huh, about Ma, too.”

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  “Well, if I could be of help, then I’ll stay.”

  She helped herself to a seat and side-eyed one of Yukina’s compositions, the ones that survived to this time. Funny how she could still almost exist in two times at once, and to know precisely what was the fate of her teacher and what is to come.

  “Name your first question,” Gumillia offered. “I’ll explain to the most finite detail.”

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   “Tch…”

He was feeling that dizziness again, and the headache didn’t help. His sight wasn’t actually blurry, yet he felt like everything was covered in some sort of invisible mist that somehow distorted it, even if it was not. He couldn’t talk with anyone like that, not normally. 

   “It’s not a good moment. Leave me alone, please.”

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  “My apologies,” Gumillia conceded. “Looks like this isn’t a good time to visit you.”

  Curt and very straight to the point, Gumillia started heading for the door. What’s the use of talking to a person if one doesn’t respond, correct? She’s not one to offer help unless it was asked of her.

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avxritiae:

   “Yeeah, and what would that ‘taking action’ mean? What’s worse than hell, taking into account you made me leave everyone behind in my world?”

   Then again, he could live without Ma, being dead was quite the reason to let go of her, even if he would like to go back to their casual meetings and talks. What he wants is to be with his daughter. That was literally the only reason for which he didn’t like hell. He thought they would be there together, yet… He was alone.

  “I don’t think you’re very concerned about that, now are you?” she smirked. “If you were concerned over anything in the first place, it would be the tiny tinkling coins that would’ve melted in the fire. It wouldn’t do any good unless you’d like to join the masses who are pushing their sacks of treasures for eternity.”

  Even his daughter wouldn’t be found here, no matter how hard he tries to look. What a poor man.

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(apprenmaging: hellish!verse) "Having fun here in Hell?"

“Oh, yes, so much fun. You can’t imagine.” Huge headaches, heatstrokes and constantly passing out when he less expects it, it’s great. But at least he can tease Kaspar now and then, that’s the only thing that makes it better.

“It will be even funnier in some days, just give me time. Until then, do I have to assume you don’t have better business than harass the sinners, or do you just have a fixation with me? I told you. I’m not giving you my fortune, stop approaching me out of nowhere.”

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“You’ve quite the sense of humour.” If she dared to imagine that he actually liked it here, she would’ve relocated him to a place far worse. Money doesn’t really matter down here-- it was just to test the depths of the man.

“If I had a fixation on you, I would’ve taken action immediately.”

[inboxideas]

Go anon and pretend to be my character's child.

[pantheonwastaken]

[ageekywriter]

(Bonus points if you drop subtle hints at who the other parent was.)

[the-red-hurricane]

I don’t care if we ship, I love the idea of kids

[ofavaritia-blog]

Why is a half naked girl following him.

“I’m actually not in this kind of business no, ask Kaspar maybe, not me. I have a name to keep. And it’s just not my style. Please leave me alone stop chasing me.”

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“Think of it this way-- naked people are funny. Walking around with no clothes brings a form of a strange type of ridiculous amusement.”

Not like Gumillia had much to show.

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//Do you know what other stars you can work in? I heard that the Sun is a star. And the Sun is highly a flammable star. So I believe that a suitable replacement for the flammable star

would be the flames of hell, yes?

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“You know what your hell is the most boring place in any possible world. You don’t even have stars down there. I’d rather burn in the Sun than in your boring stupid flames. At least I’d be in the stars. I wanted to reach the sky not the goddamn underworld with no stars. Fuck you. Fuck your hell. Fuck your fire. Fuck your stupid mask too.”

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“Actually you know what you can fuck the mask here you go I have no use for it.”

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//Oh my God I just realized Gal loves stars and all the shit and he’s the Chief Justice in the Dark Star Bureau I swear the pun wasn’t intended when I made those headcanons but I’m so happy about it wtf I’m sure oung Gal thought something like

“Well I can’t go to the stars but at least I’ll work in a star, somehow, somewhat”

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//Do you know what other stars you can work in? I heard that the Sun is a star. And the Sun is highly a flammable star. So I believe that a suitable replacement for the flammable star

would be the flames of hell, yes?

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it’s a damn good thing gallerian can get along with gumillia

better get along as WELL as you can otherwise hellish

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avxritiae said: //incoherent mad man noises

hello there dear sinner how dost thou like thy fire

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   FAR FROM ME and with you in the flames please burn and leave me alone

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  you don’t have to be so excited I’d be glad to let you burn and leave you be

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avxritiae said: //incoherent mad man noises

hello there dear sinner how dost thou like thy fire

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what if sudden hellish yard gumillia popped up in front of avxritiae

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avxritiae:

  He was expecting something else when being released, any kind of magic or strange powers that woman could have… He didn’t really know what, but he knew something would come, sooner or later. He couldn’t trust her… Surely she wanted to drag him back to hell!

  The name Gumillia rings a bell though, yes… He takes a moment to think about it, his smile disappearing just to leave behind a frown in both lips and eyebrows. Gumillia, she had read that name somewhere, and talked about it with MA, probably… Wasn’t she related to that powerful sorceress, Elluka? Her apprentice… She was with her in Père Noël, right?

  “Gumillia… Is that so?”

  “Who would think an apprentice of magic would end up becoming the Master of the Hellish Yard?” That was something which didn’t appear in the books… Yet, at that point, surprise couldn’t but be limited. In such a supernatural world with magic and a Hell itself, he could easily believe anything from that woman.

  She scratches her head-- somewhat out of character from what Gallerian would have imagined her, but she is not what he thinks she is, or she’s not what she had become and what Gallerian had remembered of her.

  “Frankly, if I were to have lived longer to the point where I would have met you, then I would answer your question,” she said. “Currently, I am still an apprentice who clearly doesn’t wish to do anything of the sort, like dragging you down to the Hellish Yard. I haven’t even the time.”

  She looks over at Gallerian and extends a hand as if she wants him to take it and shake it-- these funny human customs. “Let me reintroduce myself. I am Gumillia, apprentice to the mage, Elluka Clockworker. And you are?”

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avxritiae:

  His hands twitch when pushed, not daring to fight her back. He was insane, but not enough to punch the Master of the Hellish Yard, that was for sure. She was strong, and that wasn’t surprising… Quite scary, indeed. But that only got a rather mad grin from him. Such an interesting being. It was a shame they couldn’t get along.

  Yet he couldn’t deny he was afraid, uneasiness spreading like a flame around him. That woman was probably the only one who could stop him from reaching his Utopia in the end…

  “Mistake you? It’s clear you are her, the same who dared judging me… Why do you think you will get from me by pretending? To lower my guard? To conversate as if we had never met? Hah!”

  “You clearly are a mad person-- it would do me no good to push you. Think all you want. If you wish for me to be your nightmare, then continue so.”

  Gumillia will release him, and steeled her face as best as she could. How would he know the Master of the Hellish Yard, and still remain alive? Her frown reflected her displeasure at the fact that she didn’t know.

  “But while I am here, you may call me Gumillia.” If he’s read the books, he might remember the name.

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   Only when he heard the door opening did he come back to reality. He had been reading for two or three hours without a single pause, and when he raised his gaze to face whoever entered without knocking, he did indeed feel some pain in his neck. And back. And butt.

            Shit.

   “You could have as well knocked first, for the love of…” He complains in a hiss as he picks himself up and sits straight, Yukina’s book still on his hands. He feels something tapping his temple at the movement, realizing the pen was still tangled in a flock of hair. Shit.

   “What do you want?” It’s not the nicest tone of voice, yet the best he can find in that moment. He hated interruptions, especially when people didn’t knock, and specially when he was in such… state. His right hand, on the sly, tries to get the pen back from his hair. But it’s proving to be quite difficult. He just stares at the other. It’s okay. He doesn’t look as stupid as he think he looks. He doesn’t. Hopefully they won’t notice the pen. Or at least not make a comment about it.

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  Well, she did knock. Twice. It’s presumably the office of the man she was to meet and to explain about certain disrepancies in Yukina Freezis’s novel, but when she opened the door she realized that, ah, it’s that unpleasant man again.

           Ah.

  “I did knock. Twice,” Gumillia confirmed. She’ll help herself to a seat and pour herself some tea as if the room was hers all along, and one might wonder whether she’s doing this on purpose, or whether she was brought up to behave like this all along.

  “I’ll be your guide throughout the book.”

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“I wonder if I’m really going to be stuck here forever.”