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Something...had been off for weeks, if not months, she didn't really had the best sense of time. With her frequent trips to Hell she quite literally became literally out of touch with the outer realm, not picking up the subtle signs.

Now, with a week spent on Earth, the tilt of the balance slammed against her core full force, enough to send her to the floor of her castle with its intensity. Wings uncontrollably burst from her back with the force of a smaller sunstorm and the entity shrieked. Far from anything human, not demonic nor angelic; something beyond ancient, from a time when languages didn't exist. Shatteringly shrill yet guttural from the very essence she embodied.

Skin has long dissolved into phoenix shaped flames by the time It burst through the old castle's roof, never stopping the furious soar into outer space. Towards Heaven.

The so far dormant entity's ear caught the words she's been looking for to hear throughout the nights. Open mic. A last moment check to make sure everything was beyond perfect:

“RAISE YOUR HORNS !”

The incredibly gritty howl reverberated throughout the palace, although instead of horns, wings broke free from her body.

“RAISE 'EM HIGH !” almost a battle cry, the entity glittering in gold and starlight made her way towards the stage with utmost ease & lack of care

“LET 'EM SOAR, LET 'EM FLY ” impossibly strong vibrato and effortless switches between clean and raw rasp vocals, without needing a microphone, her wings seemingly acting as an amplifier

“UP THROUGH THE HEAVENS, FOREVERMORE” fire began to envelop her body, obscuring the golden wonder from the eyes

“LET 'EM RAIN DOWN; RAISE YOUR HORNS!” Cindy reached the stage at last, stepping out of the whirl of cosmic fire in an entirely different outfit, the Cosmic Dusk.

“Now, that I have all of your attention,” grit still present in her speaking voice as well along with a cuttingly playful edge “I have to ask: do you settle for less? Less than what you could be or could get? Obviously not, if you are attending to this ball. I know most of you run for the hills at the sound of rock n roll, but don't bolt just yet. I have something digestible even for such fine crowd.”

The entity chuckled, yes she will be holding back, still a better outcome than trying and succeeding in outscreaming nobility. The rhythm although heavy, she was true to her promise and reigned the previously displayed raw force of her voice.

“I know what you want, I know what you like: You're obsessively undressing me with your eyes.” still without a microphone, her voice surrounding the crowd nicely “I know what you need, I know how to play. I know how to give without giving it all away.”

“I got all my moves! I know how to tease, I know what to do and wanna make you believe~” she broke away from the crowd for a minute to address the next lines to Beelza herself

“That you, baby, you're special. A whole 'nother level.” a ghost caress of her cheek with one of her radiating wings before stepping towards the crowd again

“And you wanna touch me, take me home tonight, yeah, you maybe I'll let ya” her own gloved hands skating across her body, head turning towards Beelza once more

“But I'll never settle, for anything less than special, special, special, special.”

“I know who you are, got your number down.” Cindy sat at the very edge the stage, allowing a demon to run his talons up her thigh high boots “I know how to turn you on” a purr before a sharp push with her heel as she stood “and turn your ego down.”

“And I hear all your friends, I know what they say: If you get dishonest promise I won't hesitate” a breathy, seductive tone in extremely sharp contrast of her first introduction of earth shattering vocals

“To put out the fire, to put up a wall! Don't ruin it by thinking you're the be-all and end-all.” an immediate slip back to the previous volume, playing with her voice so effortlessly as if it was as easy as breathing

“That you baby, you're special, a whole 'nother level.” this time the singer sought out a different member of the crowd, a beautiful succubus dressed in purple shades “And you wanna touch me, take me home tonight, yeah, you, maybe I'll let ya. I'll never settle, for anything less than special, special, special, special.” jade sprinkled with golden stars fluttered close at the guitar solo; this is what she craved. What she dreamed of. And she will be damned if she doesn't deliver.

“I know what you want, I know what you like, trying to convince me with your ‘meet me backstage’ smile.” she wagged a finger with an all knowing grin, slithering down to a squat, close enough to touch; that if someone dared to with such wings looming above them “But I got all my moves, I know how to tease, I know what to do and wanna make you believe!”

“That, you baby, you're special like some kind of rebel.”

“And you wanna touch me, take me home tonight!” switching into a sharper, aggressive tone as the song eventually drew to a close “Yeah, you! Well, maybe I'll let ya!”

“But I'll never settle.”

“For anything less than special, special, special, special !”

Cindy allowed the last beats to close the performance, bathed in the spotlight and her own radiance

“Was that so bad was it now?” she asked, voice filled with smug with satisfaction

“Want to try something heavier? I can last the whole night.” the innuendo perfectly on purpose, although a glance at Beelza “Or as long as it's allowed.” she corrected, though she was curious who had the guts to perform after her.

@qveenofgluttony / @infernal-feminae

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Her light by now exceeding a supernova's; she soared past, then with a sharp curve dipped towards Heaven, celestial wings spread just above the realm to slow her descent, well aware the consequences of her current form could cause. A tremendous tremble of the realm as her feet touched its ground, a feeble protest against her visit. So its very essence continued to thrum wildly to the rhythm of her determined footsteps.

Wings still outstretched, the edge of her flames further lightening from blinding golden into arctic blue. Her shadow whispy, almost nonexistent and ever flickering just like fire's, infrastructure disappearing in the cosmic entity's path. Not even a trace left behind, only the overwhelming, cleansing heat, well past the measure of holy.

The creature of the Universe driven by ancient rage at the audacity of someone, something so much lesser meddling with the balance It tried so hard to keep caught the flickering sense of untainted holy essence. Interest awakened, It turned the route towards the source, the path lined up by dead, tortured bodies. The fire erased them as well from existence.

It appeared to be a prison and someone worthy was still alive in there. It made the decision to shrink its frame, returning mostly humanoid form to fit inside the building instead of destroying it as well. Guards still present, refusing to stand down even after everything became nothing in her wake. This wasn't a normal response, even from the most trained. They weren't protecting their loved ones from her to stand against sure death so uncaring, so ready but not eager. Almost...robotic.

Miniature stars shimmered and arranged themselves into her true preferred weapon, a double bladed scythe: one end pure, glowing white hot, the opposite shimmering deep garnet. The Phoenix danced, beautifully deadly, brilliant flashes slowly but eventually extinguishing the guards' light one by one.

The scythe dissolved, back to where it was called from, her flames starting to stretch further as she approached the heavily locked door where the essence was held. Lock easily giving away at the faintest brush of her fire, along with the door eaten away by them before she could've reigned it to stop.

Her light flooded the cellar near blinding, searching for what ultimately diverted her attention. And in front of the Archangel stood the true Higher Power.

She didn't interfere her thoughts, she cannot influence this decision. It ultimately depended on what Gabriel desired the most, not what Cindy gladly would've done to save her. Chin tilted higher as she was addressed, still by her human name despite her state, a sincere nod at the meaning behind those words.

A few beats of silence after the angel disappeared from sight; only then did those beyond divine wings unfold and dive after her. A blazing supernova in all its glory, scouring for the perfect moment: between realms. Where here essence has been eroded but not fully corrupted. To survive her gift of a second life. A sharp curve and the Phoenix caught the Archangel right in the middle of realms, stopping her fall.

“Focus only on me. I'm sorry if it hurts, just trust me little one.”

Arms, fingers grew elongated along with her figure, the stars surrounding them brightening then dimming as the entity took their power for the process. Cosmic flames surrounded both kept in perfect equilibrium by the increased solar winds.

The Eternal Fire's chest cracked open, within glowed, stirred the Universe itself, white hot and ever changing.

Long fingers reached for Gabriel, as gently as It possibly could, slowly pried her apart meanwhile cooing praises and encouragement in a language that didn't require words to be understood. What remained of her was damaged, dimming rapidly; placing a part of her had a chance of also succumbing to the rot.

Enormous wings of galaxies closed over them in a protective cocoon, her human features morphing less and less recognizable, celestial tailfeathers began to fully form instead of legs. Arms drew the angel flush against Its body, aligning her chest cavity with their core. The purest form of energy flowed through the inflicted wounds, It could feel Gabriel's essence react, at first with recoil then greedy acceptance. Fire swirled around the reignited parts, slowly but surely penetrating through ‘divine’ layers: fundamentally and forever changing what Gabriel was.

The Phoenix continued to pour Itself into the fragile body, tethering on the edge of no return to her human form, as even more of the stars dimmed forever in their vicinity. It never stopped their song either, something beyond primordial to provide a tiny bit of calm for the little creature. Its own body signaled first, the transformation was complete and most importantly, stable.

It carefully began weaving Gabriel's chest together, catching glimpses of the beauty and power that now not only resided within but was her. The Phoenix's core sealed itself in tandem with Gabriel's, planet sized wings rapidly unfurling in a solar storm, the momentum carrying them away the ultimate balance between realms and far past Heaven till it disappeared from view completely.

The creature slowly began to resemble to something vaguely human once again, receding in size and radiation, the Sun itself behind her supplying the power she had lost during the resuscitation.

“Soar now, Starchild. You are free.” Cindy released the newborn entity from her hold, her smile tender and full of relief

“You will be complete.” the entity corrects “I don't know how will your body and powers react to my own essence, I cannot predict that. I've never changed a celestial being to their very core, not this drastic degree either needed for your survival.” she can't lie nor bend the truth when it came such life altering decision. Gabriel wouldn't be bearing a curse, but a part of the cosmos.

“You will belong to the eternal stars, with only two Beings other than me capable of killing you. Serin'th who caused my scar and Chionne Frollja, the Secondborn of the Universe.” the Phoenix informed further as the angel was thinking over all of her existence spanning millennias. There laid the truth, Gabriel would be permanently changed power wise and physically, forever ripped from Heaven's hierarchy.

“You will be severed from the one you refer as ‘God’, me, my creation is above Its powers.” if this is what she ultimately wanted when whispering to the stars, yearning for freedom, Cindy was ready to grant all of that

Chin tilted lower at the sudden movement, the blaze in her eyes...the same her own when the Eternal Fire had made her the same offer. Spiteful bordering on vengeance. Revenge against the world that dared to treat her like this. Revenge for the torture, the suffering, the needless sacrifices, the wasted, stolen first life.

“Hold onto your rage and desire.” the entity spoke with a nod at the decision, the blazing supernova approaching with the slightest caution; metal shrieking and snapping at the sheer supernatural heat. The Phoenix leaned down, elongated fingers carefully lifting the broken body but not spirit into her embrace, hoping her desire and flickering life was enough for her to not burn from such closeness.

She carried the delicate creature through the wiped clean wasteland which once was deemed holy, not shielding Gabriel from the sight. This wasn't her home anymore, detachment only helped both of them when it came to the actual process. No one stopped the erethal visage scorching Heaven in her wake by her existence, the journey to the end of the clouds a slight solace among the crumbling then dissipating ruins.

“I will ask one more thing from you.” the Eternal Fire spoke at the edge of the realm, setting the Archangel down gently

“Fall.”

“And trust I will catch you.”

What type of villain are you?

Pure Evil

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The truth.

The Martyr

What say you to the god that abandoned you with bloody knees and broken promises? Do you cry, beg on scraped knees, or do you run towards fractured memories, hoping to find the last remnants of something that was never meant to last? No. I don’t think you do either of those things. Instead, you take all your wrath, all that divine anger from your god, and you inflict it on those beneath you. You refuse to fall on your blade no longer, refuse to plead for forgiveness, and you know that you no longer need their salvation. Gone are the days of bowing down to false prophets. They do not deserve your tears, your longing or your pain. You know what has to be done. So blacken your lungs with holy ash and burn them all down. This is not a place of honour; you don’t need your integrity here. Let your righteous flames billow and bulge, drinking in the last light of day, and watch the smoke choke out those that refused to believe. Watch as your flames consume you, caressing broiling skin as it takes another whispered sacrifice from charred lips.

You are unapologetically evil, you are likely just here for the drama and the theater of it all. You are selfish and cruel because you want to be, not because you had no other choice, but because you revel in the opportunity to do what is wrong. That's not to say you will commit every unspeakable act, perhaps you have standards and your own moral code, but by no means are you the good guy in your own mind. Those who have wronged you, no matter how trivial or petty the slight against you, will be treated without mercy and you will be cackling the entire time without a hint of remorse. You enjoy the most painful and twisted approach to getting your revenge. Above all else, you like to cause problems on purpose.

what ghost haunts you?

the ghost of devotion

your body was crafted to be loved and to be adored. you write with the touch of a poet, the fingertips of a lover. if you are not loved, you are not whole. you are made to be sculpted by the hands of another into something perfect. without their love, you feel as though you may crumble without the support of purpose their touch provides. when ernest hemingway wrote “it was too good to last.” when ocean vuong wrote, “i miss you more than i remember you.” when david foster wallace wrote, “everything i’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.”