Zeleria

Character Bios (To Be Updated):

Jessa Pierce

Satan Cygnus (TBU)

Courtney Dellian (Courtney's separate in-character blog can found: here) (TBU)

Misc. Jessa Characters (in the process of being revamped entirely)

The door suddenly pushes open, and Lux walks in.

Zeleria sets her jaw, breathing deeply. "I told you not to come looking for me."

"I know." Lux nods, before looking around. It's too dark to make out many details. There's a pile of clothes on a chair sitting next to the sole window. The infernal world outside makes the parts that aren't completely devoured by shadow look nauseatingly orange.

"Then. Why. Are. You. Here.." Zeleria says, her patience clearly wearing thin.

The dog, it's black and white fur half-blending in with the darkness, props itself up onto the bed. Zeleria flinches and growls, her face growing more and more intense.

"Get the f-"

Something held inside of Lux's mouth glints in the dim light, and it tumbles onto the sheet. It's a small decorative deer statue made of rose quartz.

"I got this for your room. It should help liven the place up a bit since I know you like stuff like this. I thought it'd be nice cause you left me some stuff too. I really like the gifts, by the way. Thank you. :)"

Zeleria is physically shaking, and blinks at the statue as she races to piece together the words she wants.

"I don't- want that-"

Lux doesn't respond at first, and looks up at her patiently. Zeleria scoffs, and pushes the statue away as she rolls her eyes at the wall. "Just go away-"

Lux doesn't move, and Zeleria squirms as her eyes feel as if they're piercing right into her.

"What, do you want me to kneel and f*****g praise you?? Just get out-"

"It's okay, Zel." Lux says. Zeleria stops shaking, and narrows her eyes at the dog.

"You don't have to say anything, and I'll leave. I just want you to know you're not alone-"

That phrase just pricks Zeleria even more. She clenches the bedsheets into her fists.

"Yeah, right. Like I'll believe that- like that has ever been true one single day in my life."

"You aren't as alone as you want yourself to be. I understand you've been screwed over pretty badly. And you've been hurt in ways that most likely won't ever fully heal. That must be terrifying to life with. But there are people out there who want to make you happy. They don't want to hurt you."

"Bull****!!" Zeleria then snarls, jolting up as she stares Lux down. "I've been way past the facade of people being these compassionate little lambs for ages, now. Maybe you should do yourself a favor for once and get with the program. You'll embarrass yourself less that way."

"Your insults aren't going to work, Zel. I see past them."

Zeleria huffs, her mouth twitching with rage. "There's nothing to see past," she hisses. "That's all there is to it. You're an idiot. I don't want anyone's pity, and I know damn well nobody will ever want to genuinely care about me. It doesn't work that way."

"It could if you let them."

Zeleria pauses for a moment, blinking as she starts to shake again. "So now it's my fault?! Well aren't you just it !! I'm just operating off the facts! I have never asked for anyone's care, and I'll never need anything from anyone ever again. That was the point of coming down here, so people could just eventually forget about me all over again. Like a second death. What is your problem anyway? You said you wouldn't say anything to me and that you'd leave. But now you're still here giving some snippy little lecture- Get out, I'm serious-"

"Zel-"

In a flash, Zeleria launches forward, slamming the full weight of her leg into Lux's skull. Lux flails back, scrambling across the hardwood floor as she hits the wall.

She whines, reorienting herself as Zeleria slides off the bed, standing in the middle of the room.

"I said get out-"

Lux grunts, her legs shaking as she struggles to pick herself up. Zeleria grabs the deer statue, and aims it at the wall above Lux as the sound of it shattering quickly cracks through the air. A few pieces pile on Lux's fur, and very soon Lux shifts into her more humanoid form.

"I'm sorry I'll leave-"

"GET. OUT."

She storms over and draws her claws. Lux blocks to defend herself as Zeleria slashes furiously at her, knocking her back closer and closer to the door before pushing her out onto the cracked pavement outside.

Lux coughs a few times, burying her face into the ground as Zeleria breathes rapidly, practically hyperventilating- as she then slams and locks the door.

...

Balcony, Satan's Castle

He struggles to pluck his fingers against the strings of the harp. Not only had it been years since he had played it, but now he struggled to do much of anything anymore.

The heartbreak and despair. The aftershock and years of progressively curling in further and further into himself. The wounds turning just as grey and numb as the rest of the world now looked to him. He rested his head against the frame of the harp, and his eyes traveled up into the sky of Wrath to find the moon.

If only even for just this last time, he'd try and find the strength. And then he'd set the harp back into the closet. And never touch it again.

He began to play.

She goes to Jessica's bedroom door, and tries the knob. Locked. She rolls her eyes, and takes in a deep breath as she puts her hand to it again. This time, a red glowing pentagram is on her palm, her magic surging through it. The door unlocks.

She slowly creaks it open, and looking inside she sees Jessica, in a deep sleep on her bed, and Lux, now healed and in the form of a regular dog, a mix of a German Shepard and a Border Collie if she had to guess, sleeping on her respective bed near the door.

Zeleria carefully steps across the hardwood floor, so to not make any noise, and finds herself standing above Lux's bed. She looks down at her, and does nothing for a few moments before summoning some gifts she had been given by some of the authors. Some treats, a chew toy, a stuffed duck, and a squeaky ball.

She sets them down next to Lux's bed, and then summons a piece of paper. She channels magic into her claw, and uses a nail to write. The "ink" is red and sparkly.

"The authors gave me some gifts when they came to my motel room down in Hell to poke me or whatever...

I think they think I'm more like you.. I.. like the gifts or whatever. Well, not really. Just- Have them. You'll get more use out of them anyway. Don't try to look for me. Don't tell Jessa where I am or who I am even. She still doesn't remember anything about being me. Please do your job and keep it that way.

Just tell her Jonah or whoever gave these to you. Please. If not I'll tear you to pieces. Thanks.

- From Zeleria (p.s. eat this letter as soon as you finish reading it. Do NOT let her see it. I swear to Lucifer, you stupid mutt.)"

I'll talk about a story my Mom used to read to me when I was a kid. It was called the Prince who couldn't be Heard.

It starts with a Prince, who lived in a golden kingdom on top of a mountain. He was the first prince to be born in two decades. Everybody treated him like he was the greatest gift of all. He had everything he could've ever wanted.

But as he grew up, all it seemed he would ever do was worry. He was constantly nervous, constantly worrying over things that everyone around him would always say would never happen.

One day, he ran out of the castle and into the village. He told everyone that he had dreamed that the mountain that loomed above all of them would erupt into a volcano. The villagers had grown used to his frets, and ignored him.

Eventually, the volcano did burst. Smoke covered the sky as magma rushed through the entire kingdom, killing everyone.

The only survivor, the Prince was distraught, and ran away into the jungle.

There, he stumbled across the wildlife, which he discovered over time he could communicate with. The animals warmed up to him, and eventually helped him survive by bringing him berries and sticks to construct shelter with.

One day, the Prince dreamed that the river almost every animal drank from turned purple, the waters infested with a horrible poison. He startled awake, and rushed to the river, where the animals were already lined up for their morning drink.

He explained his dream to all of them, and pleaded with them not to drink from the river. All of the animals stared at him, until a proud lion, king of the jungle, stepped forward smug with non-belief. "Fool, we have been drinking from the river for ages. Not once has it ever brought harm to any of us. Should we really lend our ears to an outsider? What could you possibly know better about this jungle than we, who have been living here all our lives?"

The other animals took the lions side, and turned their backs on the boy as they started to drink from the river, one by one.

The boy stared at the river, and noticed that it still looked as clear and nourishing as it always had. He loosed his shoulders, and let go of his breath. Maybe it really was all just a horrible dream. He turned around, and went back to his small shelter located at the base of a great tree. He was tired.

He woke up later that night, and as he rubbed his eyes, the first thing that grabbed his attention was that the jungle was now quiet. No sounds of birds making their calls from the branches. No deers prancing through the twigs and leaves. No lions licking the remains of their meals from their red paws.

He left his shelter, and went further into the jungle. He covered his mouth, as he saw that every animal he had grown to know were now slumped over on the forest floor. Paler than the grey sky. Stiller than the rocks near the river-bed.

As he began to weep, a vulture bowed from the sky and settled next to him.

"You did this." The vulture croaked.

"It wasn't me," The boy wailed. "I would never do such a thing! These were my friends! How dare you accuse me of being behind this tragedy! You're just here to pick them all clean! You're the murderer here, if anything!"

The vulture shook his head.

"Inside of you, there is a great power. Your thoughts cultivate your surroundings. Your people. Your friends. The kingdom and the jungle are just as much a reflection of you, as you are a reflection of it."

The boy furiously wiped his eyes, unsure of what to make of the vulture's words.

"If you seek to make things right," The vulture continued. "seek out the Gods, and ask them to help you harness what you have. Ask them to help you focus your power, lest you want to kill another population."

The vulture wandered over to a nearby carcass, and began pecking away as the boy slowly stood up and got his bearings.

He didn't want to believe that he truly was behind so much loss. But if there was any slim chance he could prevent any more, he would do anything to take it. And so he went back to his former kingdom. All but ash and rubble. He traveled up the volcano, which had since turned back into an unassuming mountain. He stood at the base, and turned his eyes upwards to the whirling sky above him.

As he blinked, trying to find the right words to say, doubt began to plague him. What if the Gods had already seen what he had done? What if they would rather turn away in disgust than acknowledge his words? What gave him any right to converse with the Gods?

Still, he swallowed and trembling words flew out.

"Gods! Help me. I have brought horrible destruction upon everyone I have ever known. Please, help me. Help me understand my power, help me protect the life that has remained untouched by death. By my dreams that all too quickly become real. Please..."

He waited. And waited until his head fell with a heavy sigh.

Either they refused him, or they couldn't hear him. He didn't care whichever, for quickly despair overtook his entire being.

He staggered to the ledge, which overlooked what once was a bustling aisle of life and humanity. All now a silent red clay.

His gaze, warped by tears, found a sharp rock. He stared at it for a long while, before grasping it. He held it up in front of his eyes, looked it over for as long as he could, before deciding it would be better to quiet his brain. If so, maybe it would cease his worries. Cease his dreams. Cease what very well may have been his doing.

The rock tumbled from his now weak hand. Down the mountain, into the the burned foundation of what once was a villagers house.

As his vision grew dark, he noticed one last thing.

The world was now growing dark too, the Earth swallowed up by non-existence.

For he was the kingdom and it's villagers. He was the jungle and it's animals.

For he was the Earth, and the world.

And no one can hear him now.

...I always hated that story, but I think Momma always liked it more than I did, so I would always smile and tell her that I loved it..

I'm not

Zeleria was the name Jessa had in her past life!

After Zeleria's uh... untimely demise, her soul was recycled into a human vessel on Earth by an unknown party. Without any memories of being a demon in Hell though, Jessa was pretty much left on her own to integrate into our society as a regular human being. As you can imagine it didn't exactly turn over well. 'Lux', a violent monster that takes the shape of a more animalistic version of how Zeleria looked at the time of her death, tends to take control of Jessa fairly often. It's a sort of "werewolf" situation, with Jessa transforming into Lux against her will. She usually turns back after a day or so.

But now Jessa has found a new home, family, and safety in Daisy's domain! She doesn't really have to worry as much about blending in anymore.

At the moment though, Jessa is out of commission, since a revived and healthy looking Zeleria Ashens has taken the front. It's not really known how or why she came back... but I'm sure it's nothing to worry about.

I don't want to be a horrible thing, but I look around at all of the horrible things down here with me and I wonder just how different I really am from them. Most demons are happy to just wander around, causing pain and agony and then using all of it to just sustain themselves. They do that for years or however long and then they just crawl to wherever they think nobody will find them and then crumble. Back into the fire. Back into the flames. Just to start it all over again.

Stalk around the Wrath Circle some more, see what's changed, what's the same, yadda yadda.

Check to see if Walls of Babylon is still running, dispell wishes of torching it.

Keep watch outside Satan's castle to see if anyone is ever even coming in or out-

Eavesdrop

Research tulpas

How do I make a stupid fucking tulpa.

Remind the Red Dog that it is not in fact a horrible bad thing. Yay me.

Tell Jessa Pierce to pipe down- I can't focus-

Tulpa tulpa tulpaaa

Stay hidden. Mostly hidden. A good amount of hidden that is most preferable to me, Zel.

Get some more food. Actual food, from Earth.

Extend my stay at the front desk, though I'm not sure if they'll even check if I'm still here or not- could I stay here forever and just disappear??

Hunt for Vlux Dragmire, he's got to be around here somewhere.