she didn’t always do the dirty job of torturing someone for information. her methods usually recurred to others-- but when those failed; she made sure to make the job THE DIRTIEST. tres had been doing this for hours, what for her was a simple task ( it wasn’t like she found any desire or interest on the blood of her hands, or the lives that she’s taken and will continue to take ) it’s the OPPOSITE for the tied up man. it was only eventually that she got him to crack, but he wouldn’t go anywhere-- not yet. fishing a cigarette out of her bra, she lit it up. letting the nicotine run through her bloodstream. she was simply WAITING at this point. “well, well, well.” she smiled, if it wasn’t by the surroundings or the look in her eyes-- anyone could’ve thought she had ventured in the wrong place. just like the boy that had orbed right in this place. a click of her tongue as she met the other downgraded brother. “someone should be CAREFUL with his orbing.” @pcthstrayed
mistakes have been made. tres is aware of this. ( she half refuses to acknowledge that a couple of them could’ve been made by her sheer arrogance on the parallel dimension’s matters. ) she hates this world and the failure that her family became in here. she knows that to reach a GOAL she has to make allies. she has to wrap herself around the right people. it took her a moment to fish him out -- to discover his location in this world or who he was supposed to be. it doesn’t surprise her how different he looks in this world compared to hers. but it’s not HIM that matters, its the WHAT. “you’re looking better today.” she smiles, it’s soft. the study behind nicole’s actions and features always came in handy. “i hope you’re feeling good?” @peachybottcm
“yeah,” speaking of which- “did you leave the city or something?” did she die maybe? or maybe he had done something wrong? they had seen eachother often, before. but for the past few months she’d been so MIA. “uh…” he was a LOT of things. planning his wedding, for one. but there was already a distance between he and nicole (and he hadn’t even realized he had cared until she was suddenly in front of him and he realized he missed her). so, he made the choice not to mention that bit for now. “i;ve been holding up. you?”
tres tilted her head, curiosity filling her eyes. so he actually cared about nicole enough to notice. HOW SWEET. “yeah, i went through retirement with some of my sisters.” she lied easily, it was PARTIALLY true. nicole had several plans, even if she had been considering to NOT GO. “just holding up?” bullshit -- was there really a chance this world’s brother was that underwhelming? “i think you’re more interesting than that, will.” you give some, you take some. “i’m.. good. i got a job pretty recently.”
“and they say there’s not such a thing as SILVER LINING in moments of crisis.” she didn’t need to be a mind reader to basically or any kind of empath to almost feel the storm inside the girl’s head. it wasn’t like tres cared-- but anything to kill time. she sat the bottle of wine and a glass on the table, “share this with me?” @chosenlonely
sometimes it was easy to slip back in the persona nicole had left behind. like a throwing a dice and seeing how she’d interact with the next person -- no one truly knew her here. ( sans william but tres was certain the only way he’d figure it out is if she explicitly killed a man in front of him ) “a penny for your thoughts?” she smiled as she raised a casino token, “don’t ask me where i found this, someone apparently took their time to bring these along.” @enflamedxtouch
“NICE LANDING.” if there was mocking in her tone -- it was because she was mocking him. tres never forgot faces, as irrelevant as they could be. this one she labeled as i don’t bite guy. “9.8 out of 10.” @gabeparker
“ maybe i missed my calling in life and all this time i should have been a dancer. ” there’s nostalgia in his voice as he watches one of the performers slide down the pole, body contorting in ways that seem almost supernatural for a mere mortal. turning over to the person nearest to him, he raises his eyebrows curiously. “ WHAT DO YOU THINK ? honest opinion. i can take it. ”
HONEST OPINION-- she recognized a hot man when she saw one. where was the fun in letting him know that right away? no. you know what was fun-- the fact this one man was the one to take xion on the ‘right path.’ she shoud be doing something about it, but wouldn’t you know? tres liked subtle approaches. “it’s never too late to try,” she shrugged, grabbing her glass from the table, “why don’t you go up and try? i’m sure you’d be HIRED right away by looks alone.”
it’d been a while since he’d seen her. maybe will should have looked into it. but shit had been going down and admittedly nicole alfaro wasn’t his top concern. sure, he cared. he considered her a FRIEND. he didn’t have much of those. but, well, other things took priority. he thought MAYBE SHE DIED. or maybe she just lost interest in him or went to nun school or something. anyhow, there she finally was. there was something a bit different about her that will couldn’t put his finger on but he attributed to the time in between. “nicole?”
there was a reason why she didn’t just ORB HER WAY OUT. first, this was a strip club, and while the scene itself didn’t fit with nicole’s oh-so-pristine aesthetic, it did fit HERS. needless to say the moment she spotted xion’s alternate downgraded version, tres knew she had to stay here. she played the oblivious part all too well, from the surprised spark in her eyes the moment he called her, to the easy smile on her lips. “will! it’s been so long.” for him, obviously. she’d kept an eye here and there on the boy. hey, if you want to achieve something you have to STUDY the ground first. “how are you?”
“i never said you were stupid.” and yes, he really didn’t. he said the words you have bad luck when thinking and you know— the other didn’t even pick up on it at first. not until there was shaded laughter and then his hands were screwing around the fabric of nico’s shirt and shoving him into the railing. “i’ll show you stupid.” he said and maybe nico shouldn’t have LAUGHED as hard as he did. “you already are.” maybe he wasn’t helping his situation but it was still nice to see the guy’s face go that type of special blue.
tres wasn’t sure who was more INCOMPETENT in the overall equation of this universe. her siblings, her father, or some members of the army he built. ( maybe that’s one of the many reasons why he’s failed. ) with him being GONE, she’s taken upon herself to do the job. a task quite broad with what he left behind aka the short-fused minions that followed him. one of those who had decided to pick up a fight with some random kid. “just finish him already.” she commented rather boringly. here was the thing-- she didn’t care who walked out of this one.
“I swear, I’m gone for 9 months and all hell breaks loose,” he said as he sat on the edge of his car, taking a sip from his beer. “Go figure, huh? Kinda missed it here,” he chuckled, “want to join me? I swear I don’t bite”
“i don’t know why so SURPRISED.” she wasn’t even from this reality and she could catch on pretty quickly. but then again. that’s what she was supposed to do. maybe this guy was only slow. “are you always filled with these cringy lines.” tres scoffed, before snatching the beer from his hand and taking a sip from it. “maybe i do.”
tres wouldn’t have expected anything less from this. didn’t exactly mean she was thrilled to be sharing her blood. she wasn’t PARANOID however, she knew the implications that came with blood and magic. “go on,” she extended her hand waiting for the other to pierce the skin. a light smirk pulling at her lips, she wasn’t one to make jokes and still-- “make me bleed.”
( maría gabriela de faría, 20, she/her ) welcome to san francisco, NICOLE ALFARO. rumor has it they are a DARKLIGHTER, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine A CROSS NECKLACE BURNING AGAINST SKIN, THE FEELING OF TRYING TO FIND ONESELF, A LOSS OF DIRECTION. |
okay, this bitch is a little tricky because i love smoking crack, so buckle up.
SO ANYWHERE IN HERE is her full og intro. that granted, is who nicole is. but that nicole is dead. haha
to give the TLDR to ever TLDR:
- her parents got killed when she was a child.
- she got raised by nuns and became one.
- she never knew she was a darklighter because aha, her dad wasn’t her real dad.
- her actual dad is ( was??? ) jack aka william’s father.
- she shakes hands with arlo in not knowing this jack man is their real father lmao
- anyway. she found out like yesterday she wasn’t actually human, so she was shook.
- she wanted answers so she accidentally sold her soul to v like a dumb bitch.
- sure, ig it was worth it because she found out who were her siblings and now she had a family again.
- except her au self killed her before she could even say anything and down to hell she went hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
- to read about her misfortune: CLICK HERE.
- moving on:
- so as nicole cooks in hell. her au self ( which goes by the name of TRES and you can read about her HERE ) hijacked her identity.
- why you might ask? maybe ego, maybe narcissism. who knows. she saw the failure her father was in this world compared to hers and was like thanos vc: i’ll do it myself.
- no one ( maybe except some demons ) knows real nicole is dead, and the one in her place is someone else. sucks to be real nicole tbh.
- tres’ been doing something. what? idk, because i am trash. bye.
the simple words weren’t enough for her to usually engage in any form of interaction. however, the one saying them wasn’t a bad sight for sore eyes-- tres hummed a slight purse of her lips as she looked the other woman up and down. “i think, you could amuse me.” whatever that entailed in the end. she wasn’t above a lot of things.
“well fuck.” it really wasn’t something he did often, interfering. but will knew that injury type well, and he knew the quick and painful solve. “just hold a fucking second.” and then a SNAP as the arm jabbed back into it’s socket with his guidence.
oh xion, XION... tres didn’t know what was more laughable. the failed version of herself that used to walk this place, or... him. wherever xion was, she knew he would probably want to DESTROY william. “is she going to be okay?” she asked with concern. a concern she didn’t feel, but that nicole surely would. because that’s what she learned about nicole she cared and worried about EVERYONE. even a stranger like this. a stranger tres would’ve left for dead.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out something was O F F about his favorite hobby, or maybe it was simply the fact that the stench of SIN seemed to surround her in a way it hadn’t before. He’d almost argue that he missed the purity although the game was becoming awfully tiring and an opportunity to stop playing the lead role in Lucifer is the misunderstood soft son, really seemed like a chance he wouldn’t want to miss out on (call him SELFISH). “You seem… D I F F E R E N T, don’t tell me Mother Mary already had you performing dirty acts for the church.” A lightness, purposeful and to drag out the truth.
she could play the part of the sweet, naive woman perfectly-- but if there was something she knew she wouldn’t be able to copy was the hammered in and sickly PURITY the nun held. did she worry about that little tidbit? of course not. it wasn’t like those who'd be able to tell would even care a nun was dead. there was ONE thing she’d give her counterpart, though, and that was the ability to pull in the devil. ( not like she thought of it to be GENUINE-- there was a slight curiosity on what his intentions with the nun were. ) a light smirk pulled at the sides of her lips as she took a sip from her glass of wine, “don’t tell me you fancied the suffocating LIGHT,” a tiptoe around, “mother mary herself would burn down the church if she knew the acts i’ve done.” she knew she couldn't fool him-- but how far could this get before he put two and two together? “tell me, mr. morningstar,” his name said with the same soft tone nicole would usually use, before she slipped back into who she was. “what do you see?”
tres followed, took note of every habit and mannerism. the way she talked, the tone of her voice, the way her eyes squinted when she smiled or how that smile varied depending on the emotion she conveyed. there was the OTHER thing. she always kept a safe distance, one where the pristine girl wouldn’t see her and yet she felt it-- that sensation of wanting to crawl out of her own skin. to pull it away from the burning feeling underneath, and she knew the other felt it too. the way she swayed whenever she was around, how she held her head or had to sit down to take a break.
THEY WERE TOXIC FOR EACH OTHER.
if she hadn’t made up her mind earlier, she would’ve done so now. only one could live. she had to destroy her.
--
tea always made things better. ( or at least it was the cover-up for what she wanted to believe. ) a cup clasped between her hands as she stood on the rooftop of the apartment building. nothing more than the feeling of warmth in her hands, the cool air blowing her hair, and the soft cooing of the pigeons.
so many things had happened lately. from the moment she set foot in this town. some of them UNSPEAKABLE some others, life-changing. she had lost pieces of herself for that one thing she sought out-- she didn’t regret it. she made a choice, and she lived with it.
thought there was the next step. to tell them.
her pondering was interrupted by a new wave of dizziness. this time stronger than any other she had felt in the past days, and once she steadied herself. a sudden surge of nausea filled her, making her rush back to her apartment just in time to empty the contents of her stomach in the kitchen sink.
and... BLOOD.
when it was over, and gasping for air. she opened the faucet to rinse out her mouth. she’s been feeling sick. nicole can’t help but wonder if this is some nasty cold or if its the effect of selling her soul to a demon. ( it wasn’t like he gave her a step-by-step except for the YOU HAVE 10 YEARS quota. )
“oh, i’m sorry. i didn’t know being this close would cause THAT kind of disgusting effects on you.”
it wasn’t the fact the voice sounded familiar, it was more on the fact that she wasn’t alone. quickly turning around, hands clenched back on the counter as another wave of dizziness hit. there was a gasp erupting from her lips. “how-- who--”
the person who looked exactly like her rolled her eyes. “let’s save us the clueless act. i am you. and you...” a once over, her look was condescending. it made her skin crawl. “are some failed version of me.”
--
“what do you want?”
a repetitive question. one tres rarely bothered to answer-- it wasn’t like she spoke too much when it came to murder. not the kind to go on tangents and monologues, or play. it was a waste of time. but this was a special day, wasn’t it?
“for once, i’m so glad you asked.” she smiled. “i’ll tell you a story.”
the nicole that still somehow held hope and illusions in her eyes, listened. there was fear in her posture. confusion. tres wasn’t careful with her words with her, she wasn’t meant to cater to her feelings. truth be told? she ENJOYED destroying every bit of what was left of her with her words. and was there still a lot.
tres told her just how different their lives were. how she was raised by a powerful man and not the LIARS that had been nicole’s parents. how nuns had never been in the picture. ( she didn’t hide the mockery in her voice and face when she mentioned that part-- it sounded like a joke. IT WAS A JOKE. ) how she actually grew with her siblings, who were nothing like their current counterparts. how she killed one of them with her own hands. “she was weak-- like you.”
--
nicole felt sick. sicker than before, and the days prior. she had noted this... version of herself wasn’t making her feel like this on purpose. ( she saw her wipe blood off her nose earlier. she felt sick too. ) there was a part of her that wanted to UNDERSTAND.
and she did-- this other person. TRES had only known darkness.
it was hard to swallow, the fear was suffocating her. she closed her eyes. she needed to get out.
ORB. PLEASE, ORB.
tears streamed down her face, she couldn’t. so when she opened her eyes, the first thing she did was RUN.
--
she rarely enjoyed the chase, it was pointless. especially when she could simply orb and cut it short. before nicole could reach the staircase, she orbed near it making her trip and fall face down.
“you’re making this worse to yourself, nicole.” tres clicked her tongue in disapproval. bending down to grab one of her legs and pull her back to the apartment. “you forget i have your age in training.” she spoke as if she was having a conversation, as if nicole wasn’t screaming her lungs out trying to get someone’s attention.
“THERE ARE NO HEROES.”
“you asked me what i wanted-- “ she continued once she threw her back in the apartment, shutting the door behind them. “i want your life.” a smile as if she was bein friendly, and for a moment it looked GENUINE. “i want to do something BETTER with it. this reality? IT’S A SHAME. xion with a WHITELIGHTER? you a NUN. claudia alive, and evan..” a scoff. “whatever he does here.”
tres could’ve made it easier, it was EMBARRASSING to see this version of herself a quivering and sobbing mess on the floor. tres believed it was for the better. she refused to see her father be a FAILURE in this reality. not if she could change. not if she could HELP HIM.
slowly crawling over her, she grinned. her fingers with a gentleness she could only fake as she brushed back some hair sticking to her face. “don’t take it personal, but i can’t accomplish that with you in the picture.” a kiss to the forehead. “GOODNIGHT, NICOLE.”
