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"Ah, pardon me, Miss... Do you know someone by the name of Rozália Véghváry? I'm... A ally and student of hers." (Wrxthfulguard)
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No.
Absolutely the fuck not.
This has to be a cruel joke the world has pulled and now some unseen entity is laughing their asses off, staying hidden well aware she would send a blast of fire so hot that it would melt wolfram in a second.
So Cindy stared at the man as if he just insulted her mother's grave, breaths shallow, glare both sharp and bewildered.
“You sure it's Véghváry?” she eventually rasped, trying to gather a neutral expression and failing to notice how fluid Hungarian was on her tongue, not caught off guard by the long vowels nor breaking the word's structure
The name of the wretched woman haunting her since childhood. The famous, the legendary hero of the war! Perfect in every possible way and not a weak yowling singer.
“If so, date of death?” Cindy may have been...colder than she should be. Too lost in childhood traumas crawling to surface upon the mere mention of the name whom she shared blood with.
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?
(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.”
“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.”