#hell zes

[andyfire122]

Fictober25 day 1: "Just take my hand."

(@lythecreatorart for the Hell seeks thing)

It was just an odd thing. To be in an actual home after all that time. At least that was what Zes thought that place was. She was only ten years old, but she didn't expect to be here still. The fire at the orphanage was where she figured that was it.

There wasn't any regret about what she did. Honestly, she suspected Seeker was the solution a lot of the kids were saving their money for. It said a lot that kids needed to save money just to kill the priest at the orphanage.

She just moved up the plans by doing it herself. Not like the guy left her any choice.

Even then, she was pulled from the fire to something new. He even made her clothes that were not burned or covered in blood.

The demon thing just takes some getting used to. Doubt they realize I can tell.

"Hey, you ready to talk more yet? I made breakfast." Seeker did knock first, at least. This was just a spare room after all. She had to remember that.

Zes sighed. "Still don't know why you bother."

All she got was a pat on the head and the warmest smile she's seen. This is the same unhinged man who's tied to a demon and kills people for money.

"It's not like I could have left you, kid. Even though you stole my kill." She didn't understand if he was upset about that or not.

She's really never known anyone who's that warm, actual. Not since her brother. "So what are we doing today?"

"Well, first breakfast. Then I gotta see if we can get you something else to wear." She could almost tell the shadow that's always with him was doing things.

Was he actually going to spend money on me? I don't get it. I cost him money.

He reached out his hand. For that moment, she actually thought this might be where things could be ok. "You look like you're overthinking. Just take my hand. Nothing is gonna hurt you when you're with me, kid."

I actually want to believe that.

She sighed as she grabbed it. "Ok, but I have one question?"

"What is it, kid?" Seeker asked.

"Is the demon with you just gonna stay with you, or should I just take them later?"

That question almost made Seeker topple over, wheezing. She could tell the demon was always around him. It just formed almost like a shadow. Suppose that was a skill that would have been useful if a church wanted her.

Not like she would trust the church or the system ever again.

(5 years later.)

Zes wakes from the dream with almost a sad nostalgia. The empty pit in her stomach was still there. At least it was a dream about better times. The fox was asleep at the foot of her bed.

Her own demon that she made a deal with. He was great at helping her still keep this place since what happened with her dad.

I still don't know if I should be mad or just sad. I said I was gonna find a way to see him again. Even if it meant going to hell early. Knelt has already made things a little harder since I have to live a full life with our deal. Not like I would be in heaven anyway.

"I miss you every day, Dad." She whispered to the photo she had on her dresser. She wanted to be mad that he died when he promised things would be ok. Just...she would like him back more than anything else.

A few tears came out as she went back to try to sleep.

[andyfire122]

Fictober25 day 17 "Your not alone."

“You're not alone."

At this point, Zes was nearing her 70s. She still looked great for her age, but her ability to use some magic lets her look whatever she wants to look like. That wasn't the issue. After years of being connected to hell and even taking over a few cults. She ended up being the therapist to several demons. She didn't mind so much. She did have a degree in it.

Just this one was tricky.

An imp that got impressed when he couldn't kill her for being a witness. After some time, he did manage to visit more.

Not that the little bastard actually pays me.

Bitz just blinked at her comment. "Eh, hello, have you met me? Professional jackass is literally on my business card."

"Kid, you just said your daughter lives with you. Plus, your employees haven't quit, so they must see something. I'm throwing the basic ones I know you'll believe." Zes sighed as she just put down the snacks for Blitz.

Most demons who visit her end up being the royal kind. Mostly because not many know she got official permission to visit hell once a year in disguise. Blitz was just a special case.

Not that I really care that he assassinates for sinners. Some deserve it.

Blitz just pouted and ate his cookie. “I still don’t know why the fuck I even listen to you, you old hag.”

“Real original. I could be your therapist, but that implies you give a shit to pay me. Call this advice for the youth. Yeah, you're fucked up. You're flawed. You would be hard to find who isn't." Zes just set her cane down and leaned back.

Bitz just deadpanned. "Says the human who's gonna drop dead for being old any day now. I mean, come on. You hardly have anyone here."

Really trying to bring up his fear of dying alone. Eh, I shouldn't analyze that much.

"I have a few I adopted over the years. My wife long passed. I know I'm not seeing her again. Kid, I do what I want. It doesn't mean it's gonna be what's for you." She failed to mention the fact that she is still bound to her demon papa, so to speak.

She still cares for the fox since he helped care for her as a teen when she first sold her soul.

“Oh, come on. You're just a weird human with the magic shit. Someone like you should be on the fast track to heaven. It's not like there wouldn't be people waiting." Blitz pouted and looked away.

That's cute. The kid thinks he's hiding the fact that he would miss me.

Zes just wacked the imp with her cane lightly. "Blitz, I sold my soul when I was 15. There is no way in creation I would be going topside when I die. Let's ignore the cults I took over when I was younger."

She cackled for a moment before noticing Blitz going wide-eyed.

“So...what’s the story on that?”

This kid is something else. Sure, he's a guy in his 30s, but that's besides the point.

[andyfire122]

Fictober25 day 8 "I know it sounds impossible."

( More Hellau. But Seeker and Keeper are with @lythecreatorart )

“I know it sounds impossible.”

Zes explained how she operated when she questioned the demon in front of Seeker. It was just something she always had a knack for being able to do. It's why some of the nuns called her cursed. They tried and failed to fix it.

Just always knew where people were or how they were. It came in handy so she wouldn't get the headmistress upset.

Seeker just laughed and patted her on the head. "Nah, just startled me a bit when you mentioned a demon. I mean, I summoned a demon kid. Nothing sounds impossible next to that. Just didn't think humans could do that without a book and stuff."

I guess there are books on this stuff. So it's..Not weird?

The shadow behind him almost seems like it's reaching for a second. She wasn't scared of it. When it gave her a light tap, she began to understand a little. There was a sense of curiosity. Then she could actually hear the words.

Almost resembled a lizard in a way from the little she could see. “Seems similar to a type of empath. Though more data is required.”

I don't know what that means. Does that make me less cursed or more since a demon knows about it?

Seeker nods, not even realizing she heard the words spoken by the demon. "Oh, well keeper just said..."

"I heard. Well, I think he let me hear." She was paying attention, but where she was looking wasn't directly at seeker.

Keeper just gave a slight acknowledgment. "I allowed her to for research purposes."

Just like that, the feeling of curiosity just went away. Then everything just felt cold and silent like it did before. Zes could still tell there was a demon. Just not as well as before.

"So, can I ask what the hell was that? I mean, I know he's a demon, but how can anyone just turn it off? He was curious, but now I can't tell anymore." This was confusing. Normally, she would just keep silent on any of this, but she had a feeling she could trust Seeker with anything.

If it can turn off, then I would be... well. Let's face it, if I could turn it off, I would have been adopted, my brother would be ok, and I wouldn't have stabbed the head priest at the orphanage.

Seeker just shrugged. "Well, we can figure that out later. Keeper just likes to keep to himself. It's nothing against you if he's being an ass kid."

He just patted her hair again, but this time picked her up like a sack of potatoes. There was still the smell of food in the air.

Maybe there is a point to being pulled out of that fire.

[andyfire122]

Fictober25 day 5 "But you promised."

(We return to the Helluvaverse au. look I'm back in form so @lythecreatorart. This ones on you too.)

Zes had told the fox to give her some privacy. She's heard it before. Always pick your words. If she was going to continue on this path, then that kind of anger would hurt someone. She knew that all too well.

Right there was a private memorial. Well, she did have a place at home for that. This was just something she set up so there would be something in this world. Something that proved her dad lived and died.

"Kinda weird to be talking to you now, Dad. Especially since I know I'm going to see you again." This is what most people would do when visiting graves. Not like there was a body left to be here.

The small shrine only had a few words. Seeker. Where he left his keeper will be in his shadow.

I'm still pissed about that demon. That anger is justified, dammit.

She sighed and sat down next to the headstone. Already, she saw some of the flowers were beginning to grow in the area. The secret spot she found with her brother just kept on giving even now.

“It's not like anyone told me you died. Was always kinda different. The fox probably knows the real answer. Just one day, it was freezing. Then there was this deep bit, like I couldn't breathe. Like I lost something important again." She sets her guitar down.

Sometimes I would like a real answer as to how it happened. Yet I also don't want to know. Either way, it's still the universe's biggest joke on me.

She gave a pathetic chuckle. "Finally, I have a place to call my own. I got comfortable, and this happens. Fuck me, I guess. I know, it's no one's fault. Just shit happens. I got a demon too, you know."

This turned into a conversation she would actually have with her dad. "Probably would make you laugh to hear the story. I was trying to summon keeper. It's not like I was planning to ask much. I just wanted to know the real facts. Even if I did get his summon correct, I highly doubt he would have come to talk to me."

I guess I can't blame Keeper if he was busy. Dad is in hell. He would need all the help he could get.

"I tried summoning Keeper, and then I got a fox demon. His name is Knelt. I mean, yeah, I did sell him my soul. It's just what he requires to live a full life. Not many can say they sold their soul, now they are cursed with a care demon." Well, the more she worked towards her goal, the more she saw the point. She still thinks this world is a fucking joke.

It would just hurt her dad if she died too soon.

Things felt like they were before in these little moments. Talking like this almost felt like that cold pit in her never happened. "He's interested in the human world, so I think that's his bonus. That and he can put on a decent human disguise. Keeps the government from finding out. Way better than Keeper staying as a shadow."

It’s almost feeling like the connection reforged. Maybe I just need more sleep.

"I don't know if you're ever gonna hear these words, Dad. If by some chance these words reach hell, or even if I still feel like talking to you when I find you again. There is still a part of me that's very angry. That's one of the signs of grief, right, anger."

She sighed. "I had every reason to doubt. No one wanted me in the orphanage. Yet you pulled me out of the fire, so I should come with you. Like it's the most natural thing ever. When you promised things would be ok. I believed you."

"But you promised! That's why I believed for those years we were a family. That was what it was like to not be alone." At this point, she won't hold back the tears

I have Knelt, but it's not the same. I don't get to wake up to pancakes or those stupid jokes that made me laugh. To a warm home that just felt like basking in a blazing sun. Why am I just thinking this and not saying it? I should say it here. That way, I won't say it and fuck things up when I do see dad again.

She sighs. "Knelt is with me, but he doesn't really get human stuff. Well, not like you are a shining example. I just miss those pancakes. The puns that made us laugh for hours. How warm each hug ended up being everything. Fuck, the fox actually brought me road kill once, and my first thought was if you knew how to cook it. It just makes me miss the simplest things that were in my life."

“So yeah, how fucking dare you for making me a home and leaving like that. How fucking dare you make me miss these things that are never coming back. How fucking dare you make me miss you so much that I go back to being cold with people."

At this point, the crying is in full force. Her personality was always more open. From what she read, every type of empath gets hurt like this easily. It's why she went back to being distant with people. The fox tries, but it's just not as effortless to trust that like it was with dad.

"I don't hate you. I don't blame you. I just want to see you again. Not some dumb photo. I want to talk to you more. Not like with this stupid memorial. I keep thinking that if I don't keep everything safe, then someday I'll forget what you looked like. I don't want to forget your words, Dad."

~You always told me I'd be okay. Well, I'll be ok, though I'm not ok today. But my tears won't fall upon your shoulders. I'll just get older, and you'll only know my name.

She stums and sings the last lyrics to that song. "I'll save the rest of the song when I feel particularly in the mood at home, Dad. It's called...I will be ok."