Zeleria is sitting on her bed in her motel room. She's cradling her knees while staring ahead blankly.
The door suddenly pushes open, and Lux walks in.
Zeleria sets her jaw, breathing deeply. "I told you not to come looking for me."
"I know." Lux nods, before looking around. It's too dark to make out many details. There's a pile of clothes on a chair sitting next to the sole window. The infernal world outside makes the parts that aren't completely devoured by shadow look nauseatingly orange.
The dog, it's black and white fur half-blending in with the darkness, props itself up onto the bed. Zeleria flinches and growls, her face growing more and more intense.
"Get the f-"
Something held inside of Lux's mouth glints in the dim light, and it tumbles onto the sheet. It's a small decorative deer statue made of rose quartz.
"I got this for your room. It should help liven the place up a bit since I know you like stuff like this. I thought it'd be nice cause you left me some stuff too. I really like the gifts, by the way. Thank you. :)"
Zeleria is physically shaking, and blinks at the statue as she races to piece together the words she wants.
"I don't- want that-"
Lux doesn't respond at first, and looks up at her patiently. Zeleria scoffs, and pushes the statue away as she rolls her eyes at the wall. "Just go away-"
Lux doesn't move, and Zeleria squirms as her eyes feel as if they're piercing right into her.
"What, do you want me to kneel and f*****g praise you?? Just get out-"
"It's okay, Zel." Lux says. Zeleria stops shaking, and narrows her eyes at the dog.
"You don't have to say anything, and I'll leave. I just want you to know you're not alone-"
That phrase just pricks Zeleria even more. She clenches the bedsheets into her fists.
"Yeah, right. Like I'll believe that- like that has ever been true one single day in my life."
"You aren't as alone as you want yourself to be. I understand you've been screwed over pretty badly. And you've been hurt in ways that most likely won't ever fully heal. That must be terrifying to life with. But there are people out there who want to make you happy. They don't want to hurt you."
"Bull****!!" Zeleria then snarls, jolting up as she stares Lux down. "I've been way past the facade of people being these compassionate little lambs for ages, now. Maybe you should do yourself a favor for once and get with the program. You'll embarrass yourself less that way."
"Your insults aren't going to work, Zel. I see past them."
Zeleria huffs, her mouth twitching with rage. "There's nothing to see past," she hisses. "That's all there is to it. You're an idiot. I don't want anyone's pity, and I know damn well nobody will ever want to genuinely care about me. It doesn't work that way."
"It could if you let them."
Zeleria pauses for a moment, blinking as she starts to shake again. "So now it's my fault?! Well aren't you just it !! I'm just operating off the facts! I have never asked for anyone's care, and I'll never need anything from anyone ever again. That was the point of coming down here, so people could just eventually forget about me all over again. Like a second death. What is your problem anyway? You said you wouldn't say anything to me and that you'd leave. But now you're still here giving some snippy little lecture- Get out, I'm serious-"
"Zel-"
In a flash, Zeleria launches forward, slamming the full weight of her leg into Lux's skull. Lux flails back, scrambling across the hardwood floor as she hits the wall.
She whines, reorienting herself as Zeleria slides off the bed, standing in the middle of the room.
"I said get out-"
Lux grunts, her legs shaking as she struggles to pick herself up. Zeleria grabs the deer statue, and aims it at the wall above Lux as the sound of it shattering quickly cracks through the air. A few pieces pile on Lux's fur, and very soon Lux shifts into her more humanoid form.
"I'm sorry I'll leave-"
"GET. OUT."
She storms over and draws her claws. Lux blocks to defend herself as Zeleria slashes furiously at her, knocking her back closer and closer to the door before pushing her out onto the cracked pavement outside.
Lux coughs a few times, burying her face into the ground as Zeleria breathes rapidly, practically hyperventilating- as she then slams and locks the door.
...
Balcony, Satan's Castle
He struggles to pluck his fingers against the strings of the harp. Not only had it been years since he had played it, but now he struggled to do much of anything anymore.
The heartbreak and despair. The aftershock and years of progressively curling in further and further into himself. The wounds turning just as grey and numb as the rest of the world now looked to him. He rested his head against the frame of the harp, and his eyes traveled up into the sky of Wrath to find the moon.
If only even for just this last time, he'd try and find the strength. And then he'd set the harp back into the closet. And never touch it again.
Zeleria teleports into the hallway of doors in Cultivator's Void.
She goes to Jessica's bedroom door, and tries the knob. Locked. She rolls her eyes, and takes in a deep breath as she puts her hand to it again. This time, a red glowing pentagram is on her palm, her magic surging through it. The door unlocks.
She slowly creaks it open, and looking inside she sees Jessica, in a deep sleep on her bed, and Lux, now healed and in the form of a regular dog, a mix of a German Shepard and a Border Collie if she had to guess, sleeping on her respective bed near the door.
Zeleria carefully steps across the hardwood floor, so to not make any noise, and finds herself standing above Lux's bed. She looks down at her, and does nothing for a few moments before summoning some gifts she had been given by some of the authors. Some treats, a chew toy, a stuffed duck, and a squeaky ball.
She sets them down next to Lux's bed, and then summons a piece of paper. She channels magic into her claw, and uses a nail to write. The "ink" is red and sparkly.
"The authors gave me some gifts when they came to my motel room down in Hell to poke me or whatever...
I think they think I'm more like you.. I.. like the gifts or whatever. Well, not really. Just- Have them. You'll get more use out of them anyway. Don't try to look for me. Don't tell Jessa where I am or who I am even. She still doesn't remember anything about being me. Please do your job and keep it that way.
Just tell her Jonah or whoever gave these to you. Please. If not I'll tear you to pieces. Thanks.
- From Zeleria (p.s. eat this letter as soon as you finish reading it. Do NOT let her see it. I swear to Lucifer, you stupid mutt.)"
She sets the letter down next to Lux, who shifts and whines in her sleep. Zeleria grimaces in loathing, and sharply turns to leave, closing the door.
I'm being nudged by the powers that be to share something here, so... fine.
I'll talk about a story my Mom used to read to me when I was a kid. It was called the Prince who couldn't be Heard.
It starts with a Prince, who lived in a golden kingdom on top of a mountain. He was the first prince to be born in two decades. Everybody treated him like he was the greatest gift of all. He had everything he could've ever wanted.
But as he grew up, all it seemed he would ever do was worry. He was constantly nervous, constantly worrying over things that everyone around him would always say would never happen.
One day, he ran out of the castle and into the village. He told everyone that he had dreamed that the mountain that loomed above all of them would erupt into a volcano. The villagers had grown used to his frets, and ignored him.
Eventually, the volcano did burst. Smoke covered the sky as magma rushed through the entire kingdom, killing everyone.
The only survivor, the Prince was distraught, and ran away into the jungle.
There, he stumbled across the wildlife, which he discovered over time he could communicate with. The animals warmed up to him, and eventually helped him survive by bringing him berries and sticks to construct shelter with.
One day, the Prince dreamed that the river almost every animal drank from turned purple, the waters infested with a horrible poison. He startled awake, and rushed to the river, where the animals were already lined up for their morning drink.
He explained his dream to all of them, and pleaded with them not to drink from the river. All of the animals stared at him, until a proud lion, king of the jungle, stepped forward smug with non-belief. "Fool, we have been drinking from the river for ages. Not once has it ever brought harm to any of us. Should we really lend our ears to an outsider? What could you possibly know better about this jungle than we, who have been living here all our lives?"
The other animals took the lions side, and turned their backs on the boy as they started to drink from the river, one by one.
The boy stared at the river, and noticed that it still looked as clear and nourishing as it always had. He loosed his shoulders, and let go of his breath. Maybe it really was all just a horrible dream. He turned around, and went back to his small shelter located at the base of a great tree. He was tired.
He woke up later that night, and as he rubbed his eyes, the first thing that grabbed his attention was that the jungle was now quiet. No sounds of birds making their calls from the branches. No deers prancing through the twigs and leaves. No lions licking the remains of their meals from their red paws.
He left his shelter, and went further into the jungle. He covered his mouth, as he saw that every animal he had grown to know were now slumped over on the forest floor. Paler than the grey sky. Stiller than the rocks near the river-bed.
As he began to weep, a vulture bowed from the sky and settled next to him.
"You did this." The vulture croaked.
"It wasn't me," The boy wailed. "I would never do such a thing! These were my friends! How dare you accuse me of being behind this tragedy! You're just here to pick them all clean! You're the murderer here, if anything!"
The vulture shook his head.
"Inside of you, there is a great power. Your thoughts cultivate your surroundings. Your people. Your friends. The kingdom and the jungle are just as much a reflection of you, as you are a reflection of it."
The boy furiously wiped his eyes, unsure of what to make of the vulture's words.
"If you seek to make things right," The vulture continued. "seek out the Gods, and ask them to help you harness what you have. Ask them to help you focus your power, lest you want to kill another population."
The vulture wandered over to a nearby carcass, and began pecking away as the boy slowly stood up and got his bearings.
He didn't want to believe that he truly was behind so much loss. But if there was any slim chance he could prevent any more, he would do anything to take it. And so he went back to his former kingdom. All but ash and rubble. He traveled up the volcano, which had since turned back into an unassuming mountain. He stood at the base, and turned his eyes upwards to the whirling sky above him.
As he blinked, trying to find the right words to say, doubt began to plague him. What if the Gods had already seen what he had done? What if they would rather turn away in disgust than acknowledge his words? What gave him any right to converse with the Gods?
Still, he swallowed and trembling words flew out.
"Gods! Help me. I have brought horrible destruction upon everyone I have ever known. Please, help me. Help me understand my power, help me protect the life that has remained untouched by death. By my dreams that all too quickly become real. Please..."
He waited. And waited until his head fell with a heavy sigh.
Either they refused him, or they couldn't hear him. He didn't care whichever, for quickly despair overtook his entire being.
He staggered to the ledge, which overlooked what once was a bustling aisle of life and humanity. All now a silent red clay.
His gaze, warped by tears, found a sharp rock. He stared at it for a long while, before grasping it. He held it up in front of his eyes, looked it over for as long as he could, before deciding it would be better to quiet his brain. If so, maybe it would cease his worries. Cease his dreams. Cease what very well may have been his doing.
The rock tumbled from his now weak hand. Down the mountain, into the the burned foundation of what once was a villagers house.
As his vision grew dark, he noticed one last thing.
The world was now growing dark too, the Earth swallowed up by non-existence.
For he was the kingdom and it's villagers. He was the jungle and it's animals.
For he was the Earth, and the world.
And no one can hear him now.
...I always hated that story, but I think Momma always liked it more than I did, so I would always smile and tell her that I loved it..
For a small lonely moment in time, she looked so happy..
I have been thinking a lot about like, the new Roblox policy and I’m kinda justtt doonnnee..
Roblox as a platform is getting worse and worse, and I haven’t really been having fun creating things for the game or doing events..
I think i got too caught up in the sunk cost fallacy of it all.. which is why i keep flip flopping between like.. quitting and not quitting
I apologize for that /gen
I think for now I’m just gonna throw in the towel.. and start to actually use this blog again..
I kinda haven’t been posting anything for myself or posting fun things.. so I think I’m just gonna go back to how I use to run this account before I became famous. And just kinda post and do whatever I want.
I hope you all understand. I am still absolutely open to questions about my DH characters and I’m fine continuing the story here.
,,,im trying to lighten the mood before the horrors start.
TWs: EXTREMELY EXTREMELY EXTREMELY Dark themes ahead. Please read with caution if you are sensitive.
Alice stepped into Daisy's domain, somehow the air became even colder with her presence. It wasn't the regular chill that Daisy seemed to not be able to fully control, It caused a shiver even with the warm clothes most of the NPCs had adopted to wear.
Alice's head felt like it was buzzing, she hadn't been able to think straight since The Ides. When she saw that apparition of Camilla hit the floor below them, blood scattering on the ground as "Evren" wielded their sword triumphally, a wave of fear washed over Alice.
There was a tie vote for her and "Evren", If one more person had voted that she was guilty..
Her body began to shake as she snapped back to "reality", The Lost Souls rushed her as they usually did. Saying generic greetings and asking how Alice was, She of course was fine, as she normally was. Or at least in their mind anyways.
Alice's movements were rigid and almost random as she tried her best to walk into the house and more importantly the church, She wandered up to the podium and played the waiting game. Some of the Lost Souls were already at the church, talking amongst themselves. Though Alice never really cared to listen even when she was in a good mood.
Alice hated them, She claimed that she always did, but in reality when she was much smaller and much more naive, she did find the Lost Souls almost endearing in a way. She never really had friends, or a family to speak of. That was until-
Alice snapped out of her trance again, how- long was she staring. She looked over and saw Louis had gently put his hand on her shoulder. She ignored the ice forming beneath her feet as he looked at her with concern, though in her mind she saw it as pity.
"It's going to be okay." He said softly to her. She however stepped back from him and smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. She couldn't read the expression on his face as he let out a small sigh and sat down on one of the pews.
She pulled out an ornate black mirror, and began to adjust her appearance, she wanted to look good for her new subjects after all.. even if her mind wasn't completely right. Her hair was turning almost completely white, and she couldn't seem to be able to stop the ice from forming on her body. Her eyes were bloodshot and she looked tired.
She ignored this, and placed the mirror back into her pocket. She snapped her fingers and suddenly all the NPCs arrived into the church and took their seats, She looked over on the stage and saw various Lost Souls. Mostly Daisy's family and friends.
She very rarely spoke to them, she knew where their loyalties lied at the end of the day and she didn't want to bite her tongue about how she felt about Daisy. Her eyes darted from person to person, Jumper appeared to be making something with his magic as he usually did, Ebro4 was arguing with Eon about the state of The Collective, Holly seemed to be making some sort of flower crown made out of snowdrops and mistletoe, Jessa was sitting down in a pew reading a book, and Sleuth was in the corner just staring at everyone.
Alice thought about how normal the scene looked, before more ice grew on her leg. She shook her head and stood up properly onto the podium, projecting her voice outwards. Though it was slightly shakey.
"Hello everyone! Hehe. Welcome to Holy Day! Please take your seats." Alice smiled, her face felt wrong.
The crowds murmuring slowly became quiet as all eyes were on her once again. She took a shaky breath. 'It's just three steps, Lesson, QNA, Communion. I can do something as simple as that.' She thought to herself.
"As you all have probably noticed, I decided to redecorate a little bit!" She said laughing. "I am a sucker for the snow, and Daisy doesn't really care about the whole decor thing anymore with her whole isolation."
She clapped her hands together happily, her wings flapping slightly. "It might be a little bit cold, but I think it's worth it for the beautiful scenery." She glanced over the crowd as she spoke, she pretended to not notice how they warp in her vision.
"Now I um.. I know that you all probably want me to address what Evren said earlier this week." She glanced down at the ground, trying to form an excuse in her head.
"Evren was just trying to get into all of your heads. She wanted any excuse to hurt people, and that's not okay."
"I really am a mimic- There just wasn't a point in defending myself if the judge had already dubbed me guilty." She said, parroting the words her "mother" had told her during the event.
"I really- am a mimic.." She repeated. "I wouldn't have- any reason to lie to you all.."
Alice could hear murmuring amongst the crowd. She could feel most of the crowd judging her, whispering on how she is most likely lying to save face. Alice's face became red in embarrassment.
"And besides I-.." She held herself, trying to keep herself calm. "None of you have any right to judge me.."
"We are all Lost Souls. You all have secrets you'd rather no one know. You wouldn't have come onto the train otherwise." Alice glanced at the crowd, some of them nodding in agreement while others seemed almost offended. Some yelling at her that they aren't a lost soul.
She paused for a few moments, her fingernails digging into her arms, enough for her to see blood being soaked up by the fabric of her sweater. "You all are such hypocrites."
"You judge me, for "lying" to you and then almost have me killed-" She made eye contact with the crowd. "You saw what happened to Camilla- do you really think if one more of you had voted guilty that Daisy wouldn't have tried to kill me?"
Tears stinged her eyes. "I could have-..." Her breath hitched as she stepped back a bit, She glanced at one of Daisy's Family members, she couldn't see who, trying to calm her down. Several of the distorted figures surrounded Alice, however she flung all of them backwards with her ice. Her breath becoming erratic as she grabbed onto her head, pulling at her hair.
"..I hate.. all of you-" She said, laughing. "I really, really do. You all are- selfish horrible human beings.." She peered at the crowd through her fingers. "I remember all of you.."
"Every last one of you." She couldn't stop herself from laughing now. "I remember your stories, your fears, your hopes that never got to be fulfilled." She paused. "Most of you probably don't even remember me, you were in such a haze."
"You don't remember the screaming, the blood, the fighting.." She twitched. "Do you know how many times someone has died in front of me? How many times you've tried to attack me, or shoot me or.." She holds her body, covering herself instinctively. "Worse."
"..All because I wanted.. to help people.."
"He told me that I could help people.."
Alice's breathing began to get heavier and heavier as memories began to flash into her mind, it was like sensory hell. She could see the train, the coal, the fire, Cultivator, the control panel, The snow, The forest, the lights, A Lost Soul, A lost soul, clipboard, pen, A lost soul, A lost soul, A lost soul, A lost soul, hands, blood, an embrace, smoke, fire, A lost soul, a mirror, roses, mountains, a snowglobe, space, stars, a lost soul, blood, blood, blood, bl-
Alice looked down at her hands and saw a mixture of red blood and black ooze, she seemed, genuinely confused before she looked up and saw the looks of the horrified crowd. They were trapped inside of the church, a giant sheet of ice and a spawn point forcing them all inside.
Alice felt a sharp pain on her back as she felt the strings wrap around her, trapping her in place. She looked frantically until she made eye contact with Louis, she began to shake as she choked out.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but Zeleria was Jessa's old name right?
Zeleria was the name Jessa had in her past life!
After Zeleria's uh... untimely demise, her soul was recycled into a human vessel on Earth by an unknown party. Without any memories of being a demon in Hell though, Jessa was pretty much left on her own to integrate into our society as a regular human being. As you can imagine it didn't exactly turn over well. 'Lux', a violent monster that takes the shape of a more animalistic version of how Zeleria looked at the time of her death, tends to take control of Jessa fairly often. It's a sort of "werewolf" situation, with Jessa transforming into Lux against her will. She usually turns back after a day or so.
But now Jessa has found a new home, family, and safety in Daisy's domain! She doesn't really have to worry as much about blending in anymore.
At the moment though, Jessa is out of commission, since a revived and healthy looking Zeleria Ashens has taken the front. It's not really known how or why she came back... but I'm sure it's nothing to worry about.
To put it simply, Jessa, Zeleria, and Lux are all different colors of the same rubix cube. Different life paths, choices, personalities, and mindsets of the same soul. :)
Sometimes all I can do is laugh about things because I am secretly frightened that if I start crying that I will never be able to stop. I often wonder if someone has ever died that way. I'm shocked I even consider myself someone anymore. I wasn't born as a someone. I was made to be a bullet point with a price listed under it, and then eventually a headline.
I don't want to be a horrible thing, but I look around at all of the horrible things down here with me and I wonder just how different I really am from them. Most demons are happy to just wander around, causing pain and agony and then using all of it to just sustain themselves. They do that for years or however long and then they just crawl to wherever they think nobody will find them and then crumble. Back into the fire. Back into the flames. Just to start it all over again.
Sometimes I wonder if I am still dead, still in that bathroom. That this is all one long beautiful dream and a terrible nightmare that will one day end.
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