If You Ever Have A 'weird, Unhinged, Strange, Etc' Idea: Always Tell Me. I Might Just Make A Genius Plan

If you ever have a 'weird, unhinged, strange, etc' idea: always tell me. I might just make a genius plan from it with a few changes.

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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

phoenixborn​:

@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?”

Scarlet turned when the bell hung above her door rang, signaling the arrival of a customer and smiled pleasantly at Cindy. Her brows rose slightly, not expecting for the sinner (at least she assumed the woman was a sinner) to look so...human.

Still, the poor thing looked scared? No, that wasn’t the right word. She looked like she might fall a part at any minute. While her first instinct was to ask if the woman was okay, Scarlet did not have a chance to voice her concern before the fiery-haired woman had asked her a question.

Blinking owlishly, it took a moment for the imp to process Cindy’s question. “Oh, um--yes! We do carry violets. There is a vase of them on that shelf to your left, honey. You’re welcome to pick as many of them as you’d like and I can wrap them of your ya.”

Come on, an obvious thirst trap sex oc for canon characters

Nah, not just for canon but original characters too.

“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.”