Jaw Muscles Clenched With Force That Actually Threatened To Fracture Her Teeth, A Small Twitch Of Her

Jaw muscles clenched with force that actually threatened to fracture her teeth, a small twitch of her right hand at the explanation.

“Certainly noticeable, their wonder isn't...artificial. I can almost feel it.” too bad hellborns didn't have a soul, Cindy would've bet hers would shine so bright, just like her- no that's a path she cannot go down yet.

Instead she focused on the lady's hands, gentleness in every movement, nowhere a forced or faux gesture that would be expected from shopkeepers. She was aware she haven't picked the most expensive flowers yet she wasn't coerced into possibly buying more or picking a bouquet. Cindy judged beings by her own- by the Universe's eyes and this woman was more of an angel than many born in Heaven.

The silent conclusion brought the tiniest of smiles as she took back the delicate flowers. Upon the words they were gone. Everything, from wrapper to petals disappeared in a flash not even leaving the faintest trace of ash behind.

Cindy stared down her empty hands with shock and disbelief, her vision blurring with each passing moment.

“I...That shouldn't have happened, the temperature was way too high without morphing, I don't know. This never occurred- I didn't do it on purpose I'm sorry! ” arms now back to their original position with nails harshly biting into skin without care. Don't touch anything. Don't think. Reconnect. Control.

“She...” won't be able to tell “her name was Viola and...she indeed would have.” Don't cry. Who knows what it will set off in this state.

“I will pay for them of course. I didn't-” her voice gave out at last, unable to bring her glowing gaze to meet the shorter lady's, afraid what would she see in them

phoenixborn​:

Her voice was kind. That was the first conclusion; melodic, pleasant to listen to with an interesting lilt to it. Jade flickered towards the mentioned object, a quick glance at the now seemingly harmless fingertips. It would be awfully rude to ask the lady for such mundane task, on the other hand so is accidentally burning down her shop because she’s a mess.

Pathetic.

Instead Cindy decided to occupy her mind with other details instead her own misery as she reached for the violets which had a slight blue tint in their petals.

“Everything is so…heavenly. No, that’s not a good comparison. Heaven is barren compared to all this wonder.” she was quite surprised she managed to form complete sentences, the possible hints of what she exactly is slipping without care. She probably won’t see the flower lady ever again…even though she seemed to radiate familiar tender kindness.

“That would be all…I made sure there are some left for others after me. I just…need plenty of violets.” the entity glanced at the small bouquet protectively yet gently cradled in her hands

Scarlet had been complimented on her shop before, but this was the first time someone had said it was more beautiful than Heaven.” She blinked, taken aback at first but her same warm smile returned to her face, genuinely touched by Cindy’s words. “That’s awful sweet of you to say, hon. These flowers are my pride and joy and I treat them like I would a child--With love and care.”

She nodded and gently took the violets from Cindy’s hands, wrapping them up in colorful plastic wrapping and then tying a pretty bow around the stems. After ringing Cindy’s purchase up, she handed them back to the cosmic entity. “These for your mother? I’m sure she’ll love them.” Scarlet said conversationally. It was Mother’s Day after all so she assumed that’s what Cindy was here at her shop for. This was one of Scarlet’s busiest days of the year after all.

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@infernal-feminae

The general shift in her mood expected during this time yet it never failed to catch her off guard. Hell shackled her powers...to a certain extent. Nothing she couldn't rip free if she wanted, both the chains and control was an illusion during these days.

The usual pride only found in traces in her walk, only the steeled clacks of resolve to not crumble, to not lash, out to not break. even further Strangely sweet scents beckoned, called her; Cindy's curiosity getting the best of her. She...had to visit, so she might just investigate the source of floral scents instead of aimlessly walking.

The shop seemed more like a small garden of how Eden possibly looked like. How...was that possible to cultivate life, a blooming one in this ring? Or in Hell at all. Arms safely wrapped around herself, a frail defense, a weak source of comfort and mostly to not accidentally ruin any of the beauty with the slightest touch.

Rich raven hair and small statue caught her eye among the flurry of colors, a nervous swallow; she couldn't risk to knock on anything.

“Excuse me Miss...do you-” voice tinted with her distinctive rasp along with the usually well hidden pain

“Do you happen to have violets?”

“Then let me enlighten you why. She's missing parts of her soul, not due to a contract but as if it was bitten off by a rabid dog. She's no Hellborn nor Sinner as you call it here. The higher powers of this pocket dimension managed to find something to keep her chained and bend to their command. But oh once whatever they have on her runs out, gets destroyed; maybe she will even bring the fucking Armageddon as she breaks loose.” Cindy exposed without second thoughts, she only had aim: watching her mighty fall.

“Your respect is probably what saved you. She may not proclaim out loud ‘I'm the best’ but you can see it in her eyes, the way she carries herself. Silent pride, just as effective in getting the message across.” more the man spoke, more proof that it was indeed General Rozália Véghváry of the Phoenix Army. She was surprised how she hasn't burst into flames yet.

“Year what- oh.”

Well shit.

“Name's Cindy, Cindy Flame. I'm dead yet not at the same time, but more about that later. I think I know what you're referring to; at first I thought Hades officially threw in the towel with a fuck you all, but it wasn't a single occurrence, always a fresh wave around the start of each year.”

“Okay so Heaven-Earth-Hell are connected inseparably. And when Heaven does their yearly fuckery, it destabilizes the realms' connection. Therefore, the souls of the dead have nowhere to go except a closed off active war zone, so they return to their bodies. Which is...well dead. And boom: you get a fantastic zombie apocalypse with me trying to clean up the mess of these idiots' dick measuring contest who can't grasp the concept of balance.”

phoenixborn​:

wrxthfulguard​:

(X) @phoenixborn​

“I know better than to avoid asking her that question, not without breaching personal privacy… I can tell you and she and her army are assisting me in protecting the Princess of Hell’s hotel, and have been doing so in the previous yearly cleanses.”

Besides, Don knew that remembering death days were… Unpleasant, to say the most.

“I understand if you don’t believe me, but if you just answer my question… Then… I can take you to her… Perhaps rekindle any lost bonds between you and her.”

Army… Then…

“She’s the General.” Cindy whispered the conclusion mostly to herself.

The beast she had watched during fights. Who moves just like her mentor did. Who tears anyone against her apart. And she’s been unaware the whole time.

“I believe you. And there are no bonds.”

Sharp and defensive while still reeling from the information. If her father’s idol was such a great person, then what is she doing in Hell, licking royal’s boots? Oh so glorious freedom fighter. All previous sympathy for her mangled soul vanished without a trace, wiped clean by explosive magma rage.

“There’s only one place I will meet her. In the fucking ring of the Viper club.”

Hesitation about whenever she should make that step burned to ashes as well, Cindy has fought too much for to be the best. Both as a human and in the afterlife. After her mentor’s, Yuri Boyka’s death she felt she was worthy continuing his legacy, his memory. That demon won’t rip that away from her too.

“I’ve seen her fight without knowing her name. How come you aren’t in a wheelchair at least?” a scoff of disbelief, why did he receive such special treatment? Of not having limbs shattered, twisted, bent until they tore, broke beyond repair?

“I don’t know… Perhaps because I respect her as a tactician and a fellow fighter… That our respective past mortal lives have similar traumas… But… You’ll have to ask why I haven’t end up in a gurney of all places.”

Rozália was an ally and mentor to him, platonically… They both could speak of tactician matters that everyone else seemed confused on.

“Because I don’t pry into her personal life, I really am learning about her through our conversations… We both want to protect our allies and our home.” She was also one of his allies reminding him that he was safe in the hotel, and that… His past will not be repeated here in Hell.

“I’m still new to Hell, died in the year 20xx, so both of us are adapting to the changes around the Pentagram.”

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