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@deversolium ⛧ Mother's teat is full of blood.

Somber tiny moments spent indoors. You would discover Mother in her dungeon of horrors, with one baby demon not permitted to enter. Only knock to the surface even at her current age being well beyond the threshold of no peeking. Not that it was enforced in any case, but the mere fact of mommy's extracurricular activities would still be a disaster.

Regardless of her current appearance in Hell, she wishes to coexist with her family, which she has made with her own hands. Too many queries with unclear and ambiguous replies from she.

Hide some from your loving snakelet, who almost devoured you after breaking your seams and ripping up your vaginal canal to bring you life.

Least—it was told to be wholesome. Many secrets hushed behind a finger for one's offspring. Her entire existence may have been a cruel deception. Told gently through bedtime stories as stated by mother as she tucked you in bed, as the impulse to smother you with a pillow crossed her thoughts.

Black widow to feast on her eggs. Slurping the fetal arachnids.

NO.

No, no. This was the essence of love. Truly. The unknown was confirmation of this, and she kept her hand pressed over her eyes to protect her from carnage.

Noises emanated from the door, the antique and elegant frame daring you not to step forward and push it open. Distorted noises to fool your eardrums, shouting to paint a picture in your happy-go-lucky thoughts like the small sketches on the wall, archaic in color. Preserving that time before you knew.

Was Mama alright?

look at this freaking guy in socks

Nimble fingers cease their pursuit on a post she had made hours prior on Sinstagram; sharp painted nails took to tapping loudly against her beloved phone case instead. Half-lidded eyes opened wide enough to take in the decor of the hotel she had heard many times about. To her surprise it's not as run down as Valentino had described it to be. The overall color scheme they were going for was something Velvette could admire; however the state of it was still gaudy. Finally her eyes landed on the owner of it all; hell's very own princess. 

❝ Everybody's been posting about this place lately, had to drop by & take a look for myself. ❞ A somewhat greeting from the overlord as she stepped through the entrance. The diva made herself comfortable; quick to slide off her coat & carelessly toss it upon one of the egg minions below her. She could only assume the eggs were bellhops & rather short ones at that. Fingers found themselves tapping away at her phone again to no doubt send texts to Vox.