she didnât 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 wasnât like she found any desire or interest on the blood of her hands, or the lives that sheâs taken and will continue to take ) itâs the OPPOSITE for the tied up man. it was only eventually that she got him to crack, but he wouldnât 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. âwell, well, well.â she smiled, if it wasnât by the surroundings or the look in her eyes-- anyone couldâve 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. âsomeone should be CAREFUL with his orbing.â @pcthstrayedâ
mistakes have been made. tres is aware of this. ( she half refuses to acknowledge that a couple of them couldâve been made by her sheer arrogance on the parallel dimensionâs 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 doesnât surprise her how different he looks in this world compared to hers. but itâs not HIM that matters, its the WHAT. âyouâre looking better today.â she smiles, itâs soft. the study behind nicoleâs actions and features always came in handy. âi hope youâre feeling good?â @peachybottcmâ
âyeah,â speaking of which- âdid you leave the city or something?â did she die maybe? or maybe he had done something wrong? they had seen eachother often, before. but for the past few months sheâd been so MIA. âuhâŚâ he was a LOT of things. planning his wedding, for one. but there was already a distance between he and nicole (and he hadnât 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. âi;ve been holding up. you?â
tres tilted her head, curiosity filling her eyes. so he actually cared about nicole enough to notice. HOW SWEET. âyeah, i went through retirement with some of my sisters.â she lied easily, it was PARTIALLY true. nicole had several plans, even if she had been considering to NOT GO. âjust holding up?â bullshit -- was there really a chance this worldâs brother was that underwhelming?  âi think youâre more interesting than that, will.â you give some, you take some. âiâm.. good. i got a job pretty recently.âÂ
âand they say thereâs not such a thing as SILVER LINING in moments of crisis.â she didnât need to be a mind reader to basically or any kind of empath to almost feel the storm inside the girlâs head. it wasnât like tres cared-- but anything to kill time. she sat the bottle of wine and a glass on the table, âshare this with me?â @chosenlonelyâ
sometimes it was easy to slip back in the persona nicole had left behind. like a throwing a dice and seeing how sheâd interact with the next person -- no one truly knew her here. ( sans william but tres was certain the only way heâd figure it out is if she explicitly killed a man in front of him ) âa penny for your thoughts?â she smiled as she raised a casino token, âdonât ask me where i found this, someone apparently took their time to bring these along.â @enflamedxtouchâ
âNICE LANDING.â 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 donât bite guy. â9.8 out of 10.â @gabeparkerâ
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 âright path.â she shoud be doing something about it, but wouldnât you know? tres liked subtle approaches. âitâs never too late to try,â she shrugged, grabbing her glass from the table, âwhy donât you go up and try? iâm sure youâd be HIRED right away by looks alone.âÂ
itâd been a while since heâd seen her. maybe will should have looked into it. but shit had been going down and admittedly nicole alfaro wasnât his top concern. sure, he cared. he considered her a FRIEND. he didnât 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 couldnât put his finger on but he attributed to the time in between. ânicole?â
there was a reason why she didnât just ORB HER WAY OUT. first, this was a strip club, and while the scene itself didnât fit with nicoleâs oh-so-pristine aesthetic, it did fit HERS. needless to say the moment she spotted xionâs 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. âwill! itâs been so long.â for him, obviously. sheâd kept an eye here and there on the boy. hey, if you want to achieve something you have to STUDY the ground first. âhow are you?âÂ
âi never said you were stupid.â and yes, he really didnât. he said the words you have bad luck when thinking and you knowâ the other didnât even pick up on it at first. not until there was shaded laughter and then his hands were screwing around the fabric of nicoâs shirt and shoving him into the railing. âiâll show you stupid.â he said and maybe nico shouldnât have LAUGHED as hard as he did. âyou already are.â maybe he wasnât helping his situation but it was still nice to see the guyâs face go that type of special blue.Â
tres wasnât 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 thatâs one of the many reasons why heâs failed. ) with him being GONE, sheâs 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. âjust finish him already.â she commented rather boringly. here was the thing-- she didnât care who walked out of this one. Â
âI swear, Iâm gone for 9 months and all hell breaks loose,â he said as he sat on the edge of his car, taking a sip from his beer. âGo figure, huh? Kinda missed it here,â he chuckled, âwant to join me? I swear I donât biteâ
âi donât know why so SURPRISED.â she wasnât even from this reality and she could catch on pretty quickly. but then again. thatâs what she was supposed to do. maybe this guy was only slow. âare you always filled with these cringy lines.â tres scoffed, before snatching the beer from his hand and taking a sip from it. âmaybe i do.âÂ
tres wouldnât have expected anything less from this. didnât exactly mean she was thrilled to be sharing her blood. she wasnât PARANOID however, she knew the implications that came with blood and magic. âgo on,â she extended her hand waiting for the other to pierce the skin. a light smirk pulling at her lips, she wasnât one to make jokes and still-- âmake me bleed.âÂ
( marĂa gabriela de farĂa, 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. Â |Â
okay, this bitch is a little tricky because i love smoking crack, so buckle up.Â
SO ANYWHERE IN HERE is her full og intro. that granted, is who nicole is. but that nicole is dead. hahaÂ
to give the TLDR to ever TLDR:Â
- her parents got killed when she was a child.Â
- she got raised by nuns and became one.
- she never knew she was a darklighter because aha, her dad wasnât her real dad.Â
- her actual dad is ( was??? ) jack aka williamâs father.Â
- she shakes hands with arlo in not knowing this jack man is their real father lmaoÂ
- anyway. she found out like yesterday she wasnât actually human, so she was shook.Â
- she wanted answers so she accidentally sold her soul to v like a dumb bitch.Â
- sure, ig it was worth it because she found out who were her siblings and now she had a family again.Â
- 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.Â
- moving on:Â
- 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: iâll do it myself.Â
- 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.Â
- tresâ been doing something. what? idk, because i am trash. bye. Â
     â I think you could AMUSE me, now. â  Vivi just comments for the next person near her, while she was on the bench enjoying her cold drink.
the simple words werenât enough for her to usually engage in any form of interaction. however, the one saying them wasnât a bad sight for sore eyes-- tres hummed a slight purse of her lips as she looked the other woman up and down. âi think, you could amuse me.â whatever that entailed in the end. she wasnât above a lot of things.Â
   âwell fuck.â it really wasnât something he did often, interfering. but will knew that injury type well, and he knew the quick and painful solve. âjust hold a fucking second.â and then a SNAP as the arm jabbed back into itâs socket with his guidence.Â
oh xion, XION... tres didnât 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. âis she going to be okay?â she asked with concern. a concern she didnât feel, but that nicole surely would. because thatâs what she learned about nicole she cared and worried about EVERYONE. even a stranger like this. a stranger tres wouldâve left for dead.Â
   It didnât 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 hadnât before. Heâd 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 wouldnât want to miss out on (call him SELFISH).  âYou seem⌠D I F F E R E N T, donât tell me Mother Mary already had you performing dirty acts for the church.â A lightness, purposeful and to drag out the truth.Â
she could play the part of the sweet, naive woman perfectly-- but if there was something she knew she wouldnât 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 wasnât like those who'd be able to tell would even care a nun was dead. there was ONE thing sheâd 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, âdonât tell me you fancied the suffocating LIGHT,â a tiptoe around, âmother mary herself would burn down the church if she knew the acts iâve done.â she knew she couldn't fool him-- but how far could this get before he put two and two together? âtell me, mr. morningstar,â his name said with the same soft tone nicole would usually use, before she slipped back into who she was. âwhat do you see?âÂ
         // NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP //
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 wouldnât 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.Â
THEY WERE TOXIC FOR EACH OTHER. Â
if she hadnât made up her mind earlier, she wouldâve done so now. only one could live. she had to destroy her.Â
--
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.Â
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 didnât regret it. she made a choice, and she lived with it.Â
thought there was the next step. to tell them.Â
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.Â
and... BLOOD.
when it was over, and gasping for air. she opened the faucet to rinse out her mouth. sheâs been feeling sick. nicole canât help but wonder if this is some nasty cold or if its the effect of selling her soul to a demon. ( it wasnât like he gave her a step-by-step except for the YOU HAVE 10 YEARS quota. )Â
âoh, iâm sorry. i didnât know being this close would cause THAT kind of disgusting effects on you.âÂ
it wasnât the fact the voice sounded familiar, it was more on the fact that she wasnât alone. quickly turning around, hands clenched back on the counter as another wave of dizziness hit. there was a gasp erupting from her lips. âhow-- who--âÂ
the person who looked exactly like her rolled her eyes. âletâs save us the clueless act. i am you. and you...â a once over, her look was condescending. it made her skin crawl. âare some failed version of me.âÂ
--Â
âwhat do you want?âÂ
a repetitive question. one tres rarely bothered to answer-- it wasnât 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, wasnât it?Â
 âfor once, iâm so glad you asked.â she smiled. âiâll tell you a story.âÂ
the nicole that still somehow held hope and illusions in her eyes, listened. there was fear in her posture. confusion. tres wasnât careful with her words with her, she wasnât 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.Â
tres told her just how different their lives were. how she was raised by a powerful man and not the LIARS that had been nicoleâs parents. how nuns had never been in the picture. ( she didnât 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. âshe was weak-- like you.âÂ
--Â
nicole felt sick. sicker than before, and the days prior. she had noted this... version of herself wasnât 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.Â
and she did-- this other person. TRES had only known darkness.Â
it was hard to swallow, the fear was suffocating her. she closed her eyes. she needed to get out.Â
ORB. PLEASE, ORB.Â
tears streamed down her face, she couldnât. so when she opened her eyes, the first thing she did was RUN.Â
--Â
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.Â
âyouâre making this worse to yourself, nicole.â tres clicked her tongue in disapproval. bending down to grab one of her legs and pull her back to the apartment. âyou forget i have your age in training.â she spoke as if she was having a conversation, as if nicole wasnât screaming her lungs out trying to get someoneâs attention.Â
âTHERE ARE NO HEROES.âÂ
âyou asked me what i wanted-- â she continued once she threw her back in the apartment, shutting the door behind them. âi want your life.â a smile as if she was bein friendly, and for a moment it looked GENUINE. âi want to do something BETTER with it. this reality? ITâS A SHAME. xion with a WHITELIGHTER? you a NUN. claudia alive, and evan..â a scoff. âwhatever he does here.âÂ
tres couldâve 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.Â
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. âdonât take it personal, but i canât accomplish that with you in the picture.â a kiss to the forehead. âGOODNIGHT, NICOLE.âÂ