#moonlightsdew

“ — Oh, do you think I ENJOY being a sinner? Sure, I wanted to REDEEM THEM WITH CHARLIE AND EMILY — BUT GUESS WHAT?! NOW I’M A SINNER MYSELF TRYING TO DESPERATELY TO CLAW MYSELF BACK UP FROM HELL’S UNHOLY CLUTCHES! BECAUSE OF YOU! “

Well. Cat’s out of the bag now. Candlelight had simply dismissed her reasoning for being in Hell as ‘accidentally overstepping boundaries with one of her clients’ , nonchalant that it didn’t seem good enough for someone of her high status to end up in the boiling pot.

“ …Yeah. Because of you FUCKING up not just once, twice, OR even thrice — your MULTITUDE of offenses and the DAMN extermination thing I WARNED YOU ABOUT COUNTLESS TIMES WAS AN AWFUL DECISION caused you to end up here after dying. And then, as if that wasn’t enough, I PANICKED AND TRIED TO FORGE AND ERASE DOCUMENTS ON YOU TO COVER YOUR SELFISH ASS AND DRAG YOU BACK TO HEAVEN AND GOT CAUGHT! “

Nearly manic, she let out a frustrated sob, pulling at her hair,

“ I LOST EVERYTHING BECAUSE OF YOU. MY LIFE, MY NAME, MY STATUS, MY TITLE, MY CAREER! I’M A FUCKING NOBODY AND A SINNER! I WAS THE VIRTUE OF PATIENCE — AND NOW I HAVE NO PATIENCE AT ALL! “

Otherwise, just give this post a like if you're still interested in writing the thread I'm listing here.

UPDATE:

Crossing off threads that have been dropped.

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Hazbin Hotel, huh? Good to know. As far as the Slayer was concerned, however, not even a majority of those back in the Dark Realm he had to deal with bothered with building a place to stay awhile for travelers, and especially not for him, as he was considered an ages-long foe to its ruler.

Here, though, so many unknowns were at play. Even someone known to be a brute like him anywhere knew where and when to best behave.

...This man, to the stranger's intrigue, but also disappointment in equal measure, wasn't one for long talk. Laconic types can be difficult to deal with, after all. Or those who take to being quiet, for that matter.

A nod, most likely as thanks for the welcome, looked to be the only response Alastor was given so far, after which a brief glance followed. The gaze beneath his helmet was unreadable as well, but if anything, that look was mostly to familiarize himself with the host's form. Being good with photographic memory sure came in handy, after all.

Ultimately, though, this tough guy REALLY should rework how he speaks to people. He used to be so full of charm in his youth, but having spent time in wars beyond imagination made him lose edge in... Yeah, that.

Melody's taking it well, it's fine! It's perfectly okay!

It's just someone's life on her hands; that's to be expected in her line of work at least once, right?

Slowly, the strumming comes to a halt — his digits combing through her locks of smooth wax proving to feel so good that it put her in some sort of exhausted trance.

Breathing softly, Candle took his other hand to place it over her heart, rubbing it with her thumb. She was blissfully dozing off, huddling in closer for warmth.

“ I love you, “

Palms press to his cheeks, taking in his demented features with a tired smile — that then dissipates into a drained frown. Her eyes dull.

“ …but you are POISON to me.

Do you know how long I’ve put up with your antics? FORCED to endure so I didn’t break my virtue? And you knew that — you KNEW I couldn’t do a damned thing about it, so you took advantage of both my patience and kindness. I’ve nearly MELTED for you — and yet you still continued to take me for granted.

I begged you for days not to do that extermination and you called me stupid. Then look who fell first.

I fell next — by standing against the CORRUPTED SYSTEM HEAVEN BUILT, WILLINGLY REJECTING IT. MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE WAS A PERFECTLY CONSTRUCTED LIE FOR A CORRUPTED JUSTICE SYSTEM THAT CAN’T EVEN EXPLAIN HOW SOULS GET INTO HEAVEN.

I don’t…know if I can stay with you, Adam. I doubt your fallen status will be enough to make you change.

And I don’t think I’m willing to stick around and get used even more in the process of your own benefit. “

It was bound to happen, wasn’t it? History has a funny way of repeating itself.

The fallen virtue found solace and comfort under the eyes of the devil who taught her that Hell wasn’t meant to be feared and the hotel was a sight for redemption. He possessed empathy, kindness, patience, love, welcoming arms — all traits Candlelight used to embody as a divine virtue and still held onto as a timber from grace. He gave her a renewed sense of redemption and hope for all.

For the first several weeks, Candle was nothing but a melting mess of anxiety, depression, and frantic desperation — traits Adam couldn’t handle well, but Lucifer could. What the other fallen lacked in, Lucifer excelled in. Where comfort and vulnerability was denied, Lucifer stood up in. Where emotionally distant tempers flared, Lucifer quelled the fires Adam spat during arguments. And slowly but surely, Candle began to feel more at peace in Lucifer’s presence.

As the devil bid her farewell after the two had a hangout, Adam could catch the lingering words of ‘See ya later, Eleanor!’ — her official name rather than alias. A name only Adam used only in serious situations, now held on the tongue by the man he loathed the most.

“ Adam, how are you faring in Hell? It’s not so bad here actually! Goodness me, I was so overzealous about this, I’m sorry. Are you enjoying your stay now too? “

History has a funny way of repeating itself.

The stained glass in the TORN APART CHURCH glistened meekly under the RED LIGHT OF THE NIGHT SKY.

Shards of religious depictions were BLOWN TO DEBRIS — much like their FALLEN STATUS. Still, despite the former angels’ downfall, the two managed to drag themselves through both HEAVEN AND HELL HAND IN UNHOLY HAND — until the very BITTER end. Candlelight was never one to break vows, as they were known as strict promises to keep up in Heaven — and one of which was to NEVER LEAVE HER LOVED ONE BEHIND NO MATTER HOW THICK THE VEIL OF DARKNESS BECAME.

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