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;;whistles innocently ilu mom

[ One does not  simply walk into The Underworld. Not unless buffeted there by divine winds ———— a courtesy usually of either two-parts ichor  ( exactly what  she needed, another demigod to muddy the lethe waters ) or full blooded ( e v e n  worse ).  ]

       ❝ If you're looking for ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ,              he isn't in at the moment. Try             Saks. ❞

( just know i’m going to repay you this s O HArd okay be prepared )

( p AIN. PAINN. sobs si lentl y he’s bu t a bo y )

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            “Aw, what's wrong, pretty boy?” 

She was just about asleep when Ganglot peeked his head in and without words, Hel knew she had an out. She carefully got up from her chair and apologised for her abrupt exit. 

  ┎ uncommon character development questions ┒

11. What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution       or do they believe in God?            What is their religion like?

If Rufio had any kind of  religious beliefs before Neverland,  she’s long since forgotten them now, along with everything else that came before the darkness and the jungle.  On the island, there’d been no kings and there certainly weren’t  any gods to speak of—only Pan,  and Pan was e v e r y t h i n g  to her.  The only  family she  knew or needed,  and all she understood of worship she’d done at Peter’s feet. 

But during the curse,  things were different.  Rufio’s memories  of that life of normalcy are crisp and clear, though she knows they aren’t real; if she treads too close  they will vanish like  a mirage into shimmering heat. Yet still she remembers, vaguely, her fabricated family.  There is a mother and a father  who taught her  the values  of honesty,  mercy, and restraint.  The path of Rta and the  natures of Karma and Dharma. 

And Rufio—or the person she was then,  the one who hates whoever she is now—took some of it to heart. Though she rarely practiced the traditions, she held on to the values of Hinduism right up until the day the Savior broke the Queen’s curse. 

Then she remembered what she was,  and she could not reconcile it with a concept  of religion that  valued honesty,  mercy and restraint. She could not reconcile it with any manner of religion.  Rufio doesn’t know for sure if there’s a higher power in the universe,  but hell if she doesn’t hope there isn’t. 

Still, part of her cannot help subconsciously clinging to the values of a religion instilled in her by parents she never truly had. Cannot help but think that the taste of normalcy gifted to her by the curse only to be torn away is universal law  coming around to deal its justice,  the struggle to balance  two realities  in one mind  its karmic  retribution. 

And of course,  looking back at the atrocities  she gladly committed at the  behest  of Peter Pan  should  make  her feel  guilty;  thinking about her own cruelty and violence ought to subdue her with regret. But she doesn’t. Rufio feels no more guilt or disgust over the things she’s done than she felt in the moment of doing them. 

                                                I must be a  m o n s t e r,  she thinks.                                   Only monsters feel no guilt over all their killing.

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          Warped  amusement  colors the Lost Boy's            expression as she emerges  from the trees,            form seeming almost  to gather shape from           shadow itself before she steps into the light.