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Ace scoffed as if the answer should be obvious. There was so much sand in the folds of her skirt. She wished she could take it off and toss it into the fire. But then, it would be even more impractical. At the very least this could serve as some sort of protection. So many layers to cut through.

“My Mother was one of the most powerful witches to ever live. As her child, do you really think I’d live my entire life completely clueless about Hell? Badeux may have been ruled by the church for the most part, but my household was not. Magic, whether it was good or bad, was just part of the air we breathed. It was commonplace. It wasn’t something to be ashamed of, not something to hide unless you were to leave that house. I miss it, sometimes.”

Ace clenched her fists, searing hot tears streaming down her cheeks. She looked back at Hestia's hand and swatted it away, eyes fixated on the ground as she set off at a steady pace. She didn't know where she was, or where she was going, and it scared her. She could not control her fate here.

If she were to die, would she be damned to this place? Would all her work, all of her suffering, amount to nothing?

The mere thought of it made her want to take a swim in that stupid lake of fire. Just to get it over with. She just wanted to live a normal life. With a cottage somewhere in the woods, and Bloo, and visits from not-dead parents.

She was just so tired of fighting.

Valerius got dressed in his most elaborate, most flashy getup yet and flashed a smile at Damian.
“I just remembered… I’ll have to leave today. For a few weeks. I don’t want to, but.. duty calls. Now, let’s have some fun before I have to go, alright?” He tugged Damian out of the door, smothering him in kisses from his face to his chest. He practically danced with him, pulling him down the stairs and with a wave of his hand licking the door behind him as they left.
“I’ll show you my favorite place in all of Badeux. You’ll love it, I promise.” He hums, slinging an arm around Damian’s waist and leaning his head onto his. His hair fell down his shoulders in loose blue curls, bouncing as he waved at people who gawked at him.

Val couldn't help but smile back. He rubbed Damian's cheek with his thumb, leaning forward and kissing his forehead.
"Good morning. Would you like to go get breakfast? It's on me." He hums, hoping in his foolish heart that Damian would say yes and Val would get to spend more time in his presence. He was so warm, and he smelled like Val. Val would give anything to be able to see Damian in this bed every morning. In his clothes.

(me remembering val is leavjng for a voyage today
maybe after they get breakfast we rp their goodbyes and then timeskip to when val returns?)

Birdsong231ԑ̮̑ঙ (pm before invs) wrote: "((AIGHT, HERE'S FUR POST 2/2!!! LET'S HOPE IT'S A GOOD ONE!!! And then Birdy gonna see if she can get back to sleep bc tttiiirrreeeddd.))

Damian hummed a happy, yet soft and soothing tune the enti..."

The sun came up, shimmering against Val’s deep blue hair. He roused before blinking his eyes, relieved to see Damian still sleeping soundly next to him.

He reached over and pushed a white lock of hair off of his face, cupping his pale cheek.
“I really am lucky, aren’t I? How did I land someone like you, Tesoro? What good did I do to be given such a grace? Either way, I’m grateful. All my life I wasted away looking for love to make myself feel good, to feel worth something more than what I was given. But now.. It’s different. Very different. You make me feel.. you make me feel like I could do anything as long as you’re with me. As long as I have you rooting for me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, and it’s scary, but.. I’m willing to try. For you.”

Ace reached for him, but he simply laughed and disappeared.

Then.

A woman: Long sleeves, the kind that hung from your wrists. A long, snake like skirt. An hourglass figure an a mane of silky black hair.

Eleonora.

She danced languidly in circles, gleefully singing a soft tune. She was beautiful, but the extent of her beauty ended there. At face value.

“You.” Ace growled, brandishing her sword and stabbing ferociously at the woman.

But she did not bleed. A sheet of glass cracked, and she along with it. And when the glass fell, nothing lay beyond.

“But Mother, I don’t want to marry him! I am too young to make a child!”

Slap.

“You will do whatever I tell you. Or else I slit your throat. Do we have an understanding, my little supernova?”

“Yes, Mother.”

“Got no idea. The best thing to do it just keep moving. It’s all we can do for now.”

Something flicked across her vision, and she looked around wildly for the source.

There. Perched on a dying tree. But as soon as she squinted to get a better look, whatever it was fled again.

When Ace fixed her eyes ahead of her again, something was there.

Someone.

A tall, lithe figure stood in front of the women, with a mane of white hair and twitching fox-like ears. His eyes were orange and glinting. He seemed no older than 15 or 16. And suddenly, Acelopina recognized him from her mother’s books.

Greed and Envy.

ERM… NOT PERMANENTLY??? HE DID GET DECAPITATED… BUT ILL PROBABLY PUT HIM IN ANOTHER GRIUO SOMETIME

HIIII SQUISHES YOU
DO U WANT ME TO INVITE U TO THE OLD GRIUP??
also mal is kinda dead in this

like

dead

OH MY GOD??) OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

ITS ME MALS CREATOR

“Yes. Lust, Gluttony, Pride, Envy, Sloth, Wrath, and Greed. Though I’ve heard there’s one that represents two. I can only hope we don’t run into him.” She sighed, taking a hand through her hair. She began to walk North, hopping across rocks bobbing in the rivers of flame.

That cloth.

It was wrapped around the hilt of her sword, clean and untouched with the power of magic.

All this time, she believed Marcus to be dead.

She missed worrying about feeble matters. She missed getting upset over ridiculous things. She missed coming home every night to dinner and easy banter.

Acelopina Infernalis had grown up as her parent's pride and joy. She was righteous and true, even as a toddler.

And now.. she wasn't sure what she was.

Nothing more than a hollow shell of herself.

"I don't know." She said thickly, swallowing around the lump in her throat. She didn't know anything. She wouldn't be able to save him in time. Because nothing ever went right for her, did it?

She wished, for once, that she was on a stage.

She wished that she could step off, and everything would be okay.

She wished she could become someone else.

Maybe the girl she used to be.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” It was a blatant lie in the mental regard, but physically she was whole. That would have to be enough for Hestia. She rested her hand on the hilt of her sword, then grasped at her neck for her locket.
Nothing but skin.
She began to panic. Tears bubbled up to her eyelashes as she swung her sword at the grass, mowing down blades.
A glint of metal. There.
Ace darted for it, snatching up the necklace and breathing a sigh of relief.
She clutched it in her fist and pressed a kiss to the metal, then secured the chain around her neck.
She spoke not a word.

Ace whipped around and stomped into the portal without a word, or without knowing where she was going.
She ended up in a sharp, dark and nearly barren land. Hues of red splashed across her vision.
She practically growled, raking her hand through her curls. At this point, she was ready to hurl herself into what looked like magma.

“What.” Ace mumbled, pulling books off the shelf and tossing them to the floor as if they would unlock a secret passageway if she pulled the right one .She was just so… angry. She needed to keep moving. She couldn’t stop even for a second without losing it.

hi hello!!

Ace kept walking, not stopping for Hestia to catch up. She wasn’t sure if her feet were even touching the steps. Maybe she was gliding, or maybe she was just going too fast. She was swinging her sword at the air, waves of anger coming off of her.

Ace set her jaw and furrowed her brow, wasting no time as she shed her massive skirt to reveal cream colored pants and her sword. She ripped the upper part of her dress until it was nothing more than a corset.
And then she began down the steps. No words, no glances, she just began walking. Quickly. Her footsteps were light yet powerful, as if she planned to make sure everyone knew she was coming for them.

“I love you both. Dearly. I don’t know what that means, and you can hate me for it, but I really don’t have time to worry about that right now.” Ace huffed, yanking a knife out of her dress and hacking away at her curls. She couldn’t think against the heat and the weight of them.
She started off again, shaking stray curls out of her head and biting her lip to withhold tears.
Would he hate her for this?
Would he be stricken with rage, because she hadn’t helped him that day?

“What do you mean it’s not worth it? You don’t even know him. Not like I do.” Ace hissed, eyes flickering that same golden color as those venomous words dripped off her tongue. Her fists were clenched so hard she might’ve been bleeding.
“Ace, really. I don’t think-“ Julian started.
“Shut up! You don’t understand! I’ve lost everything! I have no family, no guidance, nothing!” The flickering was more frequent now, until something moved from beneath the mounds of skirt.
Something came out from beneath her dress and nuzzled against her leg, seeming to calm her.
Bloo.