Just some Lucy Carlyle drawings
I love her. One of my all time favourite female characters. She reminds me of a feral alley cat.
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Just some Lucy Carlyle drawings
I love her. One of my all time favourite female characters. She reminds me of a feral alley cat.
Hell Hath No Fury
Business was blooming at the hotel, or at least somewhat given that some demons had come in with the intentions of seeking refuge from outside forces. The bar was, of course, one of the most active locations of Hazbin with Husk working as bartender including a demoness named Ingrid who had been from the 1960’s helping tend to everyone’s orders.
Charlie, the owner and therefore founder, had been busily working at the front desk, hoping that more demons would check into the hotel as she wanted to prove herself in the eyes of her father. She perked up suddenly when she heard the sudden noises of an incoming demon, who looked as if though they had just come out of a bar fight, flashing a smile in their direction.
“Welcome, how are you? What’s your-”
“Tsk, no wonder this place isn’t getting much attention. Whatever, just get me a room,” the demon growled, their long tail swaying back and forth in a mantra. Eyes narrowed, they suddenly hissed, “and I want full access to the bar, eh?”
Charlie frowned for a moment, but this wasn’t her first incident with an unwilling arrival. She nodded, still smiling despite how this demon was acting and simply handed him a key, speaking as if nothing had happened, “here you go! There’s a room in the second floor, the farthest down the hall and towards the left that has not been taken. It reads as 213.”
“See, now there’s some hospitality,” the demon in front of Charlie sneered before sauntering off to their room, a small noise of annoyance escaping only moments after he walked away.
With a small sigh, Charlie turned back to waiting for anyone else to arrive. When too much time had gone by, the Hell-born demoness had finally called it for the night before pausing as she heard commotion going on where the stage and lobby had been set up. Her eyes narrowed, catching sight of the demon from earlier as they practically cursed and hissed at Vaggie.
“Get out of my way, you ungrateful-”
Charlie’s eyes turned entirely red, a dark smirk falling on her face as she advanced on this horrid little demon, preparing herself for an incoming moment of attack.
“What do you think you’re doing, hm?” She asked, her teeth bared in a predatory form as she pulled the demon away from her girlfriend with a small, forming growl. “Do you enjoy picking on others like they’re your plaything?”
The demon froze, though he only laughed in Charlie’s face.
“And just what are you going to do about it?” He mocked, only to gasp as a very resonating sound of pure fury escaped Charlie’s lips. With a powerful smack, he had been knocked clean against the wall while a vicious demoness easily towered over him with a widened smirk on her face, almost as if daring him to get closer.
“No, no, that’s my girlfriend you messed with, so do not assume you can do as you please with her,” Charlie grinned, hoisting up the demon by their shirt collar and closing her ever growing claws closing around his neck. “I would hate for you to see this other side of me, hm?”
The demon choked, trying desperately to escape the grip of Charlie though he was shoved hard against the wall, which only made him gasp out in pain and whine in an effort to move, to simply wrench himself free from the demoness. No matter how hard he attempted to kick, he felt the claws beginning to draw blood from his neck, fighting harder to no avail.
Charlie finally let him drop like a deadweight to the ground, hissing as she held him down with the heel of her feet, pressing down hard in order to keep him from moving.
“Don’t you ever mess with my girlfriend again,” she spat, stepping away from the demon who scrambled away from Charlie as if she had a deadly disease.
As soon as the demon was gone from sight, Charlie reverted back to her normal state as she regarded a suddenly smirking Vaggie.
“You did good, Char. Though next time, at least let me help contribute with putting him in his place, eh babe?” Vaggie joked, yet she knew that Charlie was well aware of what she was doing. It was rare for her girlfriend to show that badassery side, but it had always been rather amusing and thrilling to watch since Charlie was oftentimes protective over Vaggie.
“I won’t ever let anything happen to you,” Charlie cooed, wrapping her arms around Vaggie’s waist, resting her head against her girlfriend’s shoulder. She released a soft sigh, a small smile forming on her face.
“Oh I know you won’t.”
Charlie laughed before spinning Vaggie around, placing a small kiss on her girlfriend’s lips. She pulled back after a few moments, still smiling like a fool as she admired the demoness before chuckling, “would you like to join me upstairs?”
“I would like that.”
The air hung heavy with the electric tension of the rising storm. Everything was at a standstill, the silence was stifling. They all felt it. The quiet hum of your power as you waited at the tree line. They were here to destroy you, put an end to your so called 'reign of terror'. The general watched you with narrowed eyes, at least he wasn't so cowardly as to hide behind his soldiers. But you could feel his fear radiating off him, off of all the soldiers. You did not judge them for this, you were a legendary force, with horrific power at your beck and call. You raised your chin, the tension mounted, the wind rose, and the world held it's breath. The general gave a shout and his army lurched forward. You whispered one word, break. The sky broke open and sheets of rain lashed the earth, battering the soldiers senseless, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled ominously. The earth shuddered and a force broke from you, ripping the ground up and scattering soldiers, snaking through their defences. The archers couldn't see to shoot, and the Calvary was in a tumult, the horses spooked by the storm. Fear and hopelessness was felt in the heart of every soldier. You surveyed the chaos and felt nothing. You knew you could wreak havoc far worse than this, you were an Aurinne after all.
It stormed for three days straight, buildings were torn apart, whole trees were ripped from the earth, every water source had flooded it's banks, along with all low ground. When it was finally over and people began to venture out and rebuild, what few men hadn't been apart of the forces, were sent out to see what had become of the king's army. When they got to the field, everyone was shocked. There were deep ruts in the ground and bodies strewn everywhere, waterlogged, mutilated and desecrated. You never had any more problems out of the king after that.
tyrion lannister. what he lacks in stature he makes up for in sass.