Where Was She. Everything Was Familiar Yet Strange At The Same Time. Cindy Couldn't Recall Any Portal,

Where was she. Everything was familiar yet strange at the same time. Cindy couldn't recall any portal, a shift in reality; most of the time she was sensitive to such things. The place seemed to coax the dark side of the Fire more into the surface, not because she was scared. If that were the case, against such unseen darkness the opposite side would be more effective.

And then the abyss gazed back. She was...sort of used to it by now. The being held the inky gaze steadily, her own claws itching to grow, her skin to crack open to reveal the destructive power beneath.

“Funny. Was about to say the same about you.”

There was a bite just barely hidden by the nonchalance despite Cindy having no intention of harming this creature yet. She didn't want to risk a soul searching to find out more, not when her fire was roaring within. Death...not too far off.

“I don't know what entity you talk about. And I only can answer to that when I meet the Being.” she replied truthfully, allowing a sour smirk to crack across shiny ruby lips; ‘wouldn't recommend anything stupid’ that was almost a request worthy of a snort.

“I would as as: What am I. Spirit of Vengeance and Artistic Freedom. The Eternal Fire. But Cindy is fine. You are?” she asked the birdlike woman- crow? Raven? Probably crows. Would be impolite to not return the interest after all.

A SICKENING crackling was coming from the throat of the woman as a black inky blood pooled from her mouth. she was looking at the other with a immense curiosity .. this one did not heed from the entities realm did they? the scent was off putting and confusing to the Tormentor.

As the inky black blood slowly stopped pouring from the lips of the other a voice filled with crackling and snapping would start to come out as darkened eyes would watch their every move

"Who ARE you. YOU do not SMELL of one whom belongs here. yet you reek of death itself."

The Creature would speak slowly and take a raspy breath in-between her words as she stayed slightly hunched to watch the others every moves as her clawed like fingers would twitch to her sharpened artist pallet. if this one were to cause her trouble she would treat them much like a SURVIVOR and HUNT them down.

"You smell of something else...you are not here to destroy the entity now are you? "

Her head would cock to the side as she continued to look the other up and down. she was not sure just who they were or what their name was. but if they were to cause trouble it would be shut down in mere moments.

"I would not recommend anything stupid."

@phoenixborn

Behold, the collection is complete!

The lack of snapping, furthermore actually receiving a somewhat normal but still very flawed answer was surprising. Maybe someone truly saw through the human appearance?

“Yeah, no. If you were trying to pass it off as feudalism, she would be a vassal to you, indeed military service but in exchange for fief. By that logic, Pride should be her ring. Heard and seen her sacrifice a lot for you too, it would be a fair compensation.”

“She doesn't have full governing control because there are many higher ranked beings once human whom she would kill without a heartbeat. Yet she doesn't and knowing my...vengeful wicked blood, it isn't out of mercy. Presumably you shoved that vicious power into her -yes I can see the damage it caused-, her only obligation would be military service. If she had agreed to that deal in the first place.”

“Trying to keep this place standing, functioning despite the limits is not her obligation, but bet it comes handy to you that someone stepped up in front of the trainwreck you could give less fucks about. And not even having her name to her rightful achievements.” the rundown ended with a slight bite in her tone “I might not be the warlord she is, but I still have eyes. This will eventually explode into your face in such level you won't ever see coming. Not today. Not tomorrow. Perhaps not for an another few decades. But her chains are straining more each day and you are running out of time.” her words betrayed her appearance, confident wisdom, prediction without the slightest fear or shadow of doubt shouldn't spill from someone in her twenties dressed as a rockstar from the 80s.

“What's it to me?” Cindy mused; indeed she should be elated at her suffering. That her childhood demon, now a literal one was forced to serve a system she once fought to topple.

“Blood doesn't become water.” came the translated Hungarian saying as explanation. “Still my ancestor and while I have my own issues with her; I don't stand for what she's going through.” the entity concluded before turning her attention fully at Lucifer

“What happened to you?” Cindy asked so gently as if she had known him for eons. Which...in a different form, she did.

“Such passion; all turning into ashes.” half sentences as the Eternal Fire's memories slowly drifted in her mind, some hazy, some of them sharp as if it happened minutes ago.

Jade green overtaken by sparkling orange sheen as she fully gazed at and into him: the very first physical sign she allowed to show she was...something else.

“I have seen your fall, brilliant Morningstar. A beautiful tragedy of the Universe, made even more bitter by the fact you were right.” her voice shifted, coming from everywhere, yet without mockery. Half galaxy eyes only held sadness at the snapped potential; she knew how it felt way more than one would ever suspect after such display.

@phoenixborn asked: For Lucifer. Unfortunately. “Sooo why is my distant relative controlling, holding together this filth of a Ring instead of you?” the beyond disrespectful question came as easy as if she had asked what his favorite color is. Besides the bite, there was also genuinely curious undertone to it, the young woman not caring the slightest that technically she could be considered an intruder. So what if she liked this pocket dimension?

" There are like, so many reasons. Three biggest are that this is how feudalism works, I was bored, and because I have better things to do. I dunno which is the truest answer, figuring that kind of thing out is boring. " Sure, he'd been asked this question by a strange being he could tell wasn't of Hell. She was something else. Perhaps older than Hell itself, if that was even possible.

As far as he knew, the world that would become known as Hell existed since he came into existence before there was even time. It served as a dumping ground for rejected ideas, or places to experiment a little before implementing them into the realities that "mattered". Could something be older than that?

Or did she come into existence at the same time? A direct result of God's actions? Like Leviathan?

" But what's it to you? Distant relatives are hardly something to keep tabs on, let alone care about. I mean, fuck, I couldn't care less about my distant relatives nowadays. "

In case you're curious, Lzzy Hale is not 'just' her voice but irl faceclaim as well

The horror aspect of this blog/Cindy focuses on sometimes literally blinding beauty, the true higher power, the terrifying truth that something beyond primordial not only exists but can be next to you. By human and celestial records, her existence should not be possible. She goes against every fundamental thesis, theories of how the world, how Earth came to. In both full forms Cindy/the Phoenix is ethereal yet deadly; many would picture a being holding such powers so hideous and unrecognizable to define, but not only she was once human, her forms are deeply rooted in phoenix and stars/galaxies in every state. Complex yet simple.

She is a living contradiction, defying and surpassing every expectation. She holds the whole universe within her, yet she's still extremely emotionally vulnerable, volatile to fully harness all of this endless cosmic power. Plus in order to do so, she would have to give up, abandon her human form forever which she doesn't want.

Cindy is horrifying because she can make everyone question what they knew of the world was true or not simply by existing. She is the first sentient being ever born when the Universe did, the tremendous explosive energy taking shape of the Phoenix Force, the Eternal Fire. She is older than God (by how much is up to debate). Older than everyone for the matter. She created, shaped, expanded the cosmos, allowing life to form, evolve on planets, in stars. Even Earth's core is her doing.

She merged inseperably with the Eternal Fire, the primordial power cannot be distinguished, there are no boundaries, limits where the once human stops and the Phoenix starts. She can travel pocket dimensions, she can surprise you with either a guitar mimicking gritty screech or creating a tiny galaxy in the palm of her hands. She's a wildcard, an unpredictable force prone to emotional breakdowns, driven by her own pillars & morals and humans, demons, angels or any other being only can hope she still has a sane judgment.

where does your soul rest?

painted on a canvas

if your body wasn't made of flesh and bones, your soul would live painted on a canvas, mixed in quick, colorful strokes of pinks and reds, of blues and oranges. your existence itself is pure art; although you might be ripped at your edges, you're still a masterpiece. people admire you and look up to you for your creativity and your uniqueness, that truly make you one of a kind. to someone you're a muse, an inspiration, something that takes your breath away. i wonder- how does it feel to be so marvelous? to be such a beautiful creature, dipped in so many shades of colors? i think your soul would smell like fresh crisp morning air, the kind you smell when you wander in woods and the sunlight barely creeps through the trees. i'd spend hours just admiring you.

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right over there, behind the moon

if your body wasn't made of flesh and bones, your soul wouldn't live on this planet; i think it doesn't suit it. you deserve more, better, you deserve the moon and all the stars and the entire galaxies. funny how people can spot colorful planets playing hide and seek in the depths of your eyes, such beautiful mirrors, and i don't really blame them if they get lost in them. to someone, i feel like you're hard to reach. you have dreams, ambitions, you're like the humid august wind that dances in a lover's hair. do you ever spend nights with your nose up, facing the sky? maybe stargazing? i think it would be comforting knowing your soul would be there, always present, holding hands with falling stars and singing lullabies to the clouds. you're such a dream. if your soul had a color, it would be a glittery purple with blue highlights, and it would smell like peonies.