The Goetic Court was designed with the aristocracy in mind. It wasn't used all that often. Mostly to settle alliances between marrying families, settle inheritance disputes or settle divorces. It was the first time in a long, long time that a Goetia had been adopted into another family...and this didn't usually happen during adulthood.
Coronis sat very nervously on the bench outside of the court room with Astaroth. She'd dressed nicely for the occasion, and had talked extensively with Astaroth over what to expect.
They would go in, Astaroth would announce his wish to adopt Coronis and list the reasons. She didn't even need to say anything at all, just to answer questions if asked. Adoption would be granted, so long as the original parent or guardian was not present or willing to argue it.
She couldn't think of anyone who would want to interfere with Astaroth's decision. But she'd been unable to eat that morning and her face was still a twisted expression of anxiety and nerves.
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Unfortunately for both Blitz and Coronis, Astaroth's paranoia was hard to soothe.
The Great Duke had never been fully satisfied by either of their affirmations that Blitz would stay away from Coronis or any property of Astaroth; while he didn't believe Blitz was stupid enough to threaten Coronis again, Blitz seemed exactly the kind of stupid to try and weasel out of an order from royalty. Still, Astaroth didn't want to give the appearance of hovering, so he decided to have someone shadow the dove.
Who better for the job than a literal living shadow?
Though Ombra's official job was head of security at The Aster Hotel & Casino, Astaroth often gave him a variety of other tasks to perform, both because he could do multiple jobs at the same time, splitting his consciousness among shadowy clones of himself, and because he was extremely loyal to Astaroth and could be trusted with a great many things. This time, he was being trusted to keep Coronis safe wherever she went and to alert Astaroth if anything unusual happened. He was explicitly told about Blitz and what the imp had done previously to so enrage Astaroth.
Ombra had been watching the latest encounter between Coronis and Blitz and had decided that, were he Astaroth, the way Blitz treated Coronis would've been grounds to incinerate him. Fortunately, he was not Astaroth, and was willing to simply talk to the imp, maybe get him to freshen up his behavior. Once Blitz and Coronis went their separate ways, Ombra followed the imp, keeping to the shadows and out of sight.
γπγ THEIR GET TOGETHER went without a hitch! so he thought. Blitz didn't see that someone was eavesdropping on them. soon as he left the dove the Assassin paced a couple of feet down the streets before he entered an alleyway. secluded from prying eyes && dimmed enough to discreetly add her number.
β THERE WE GO. "short hoot", that outta be safer. β he titled her contact, making it less obvious it was Coronis' number if anyone got a hand on his phone. stashing his device back in his pocket he then wrinkled up the paper && teared it into several pieces. walking to the nearest trash dumpster he climbed inside to bury it deep under the trash heap. taking advance measures for his family's sake and his.
"Have you got any sleep in the past few days?" (Flora for Vaggie)
medical starters
"Uhhh, I don't need much sleep..." Vaggi groaned. So what if her eyes were darkly circled and she couldn't even hide her wings. Even her feathers were ruffled, hair frazzled.
She went to set her tea down and promptly spilled it, cussing in spanish.
"AGGH!!!" the hot liquid burned her skin, but barely. Angels were durable and healed fast. She rolled her eyes and looked at Flora.
"Thanks for asking," she told the sinner. "Nice to see you." Trying to deflect how badly her sleep had been "How are you?" It was nice to have a sinner ask about her.
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Okay I went through for ideas and here's what I thought up. Some of the muses on this blog some for my other ones. So hopefully you like what I have. Lmk if you want to plot any further on what I offer here!
Rosie and Alastor- Since my Alastor is canon-divergent and so is your Rosie, I thought we could work out a little how that goes. My Alastor's powers are not derived entirely from Rosie as a source. Rather, instead the cane she gave him helped CONTROL that power. Instead, before that his powers, which more more all-consuming and controlled him, was something he had to appeal to her to help for, in Hell. They never met in Life. So they would've met in Hell. And she would've been his first real friend in Hell. I think building on that could be fun. And a kind of push and shove they have between one another. I think Rosie probably has helped in bad situations but his inability to trust has made it so that he tests things between them. That he went back to her even after his cane was fixed might say something. for @alastorific blog
Flora and Vaggi - I think if Vaggi sees the kind of lifestyle Flora lives she will want to recruit Flora to the hotel for the redemption program but she knows those kinds of things never work out unless someone wants to do that kind of thing unless it's by their own idea. for @vagooba blog
Timber and Moxxie (specifically in my Solo Weapons Specialist AU, or even more AU variant of him "Noxxious")- this overlord made me think of someone who might commission these versions of Mox for a weapon strong enough to kill a rival overlord. But seeing as Solo!Moxxie does have some qualms about how sinners blow everything up until the regular denizens are all gone he'd give him a hard time. And Noxxious is a nastier piece of work. Would probably build a weapon that would cause competition to go up.
Coronis wasn't sure where they'd gone. She smelled the sea, perhaps Envy or Greed? But during the car ride she'd somehow fainted. She suspected Seir or the Marquis had something to do with it.
The palace they were sequestered in was gothic, highly chilling. And the worst was yet to come.
"You fucking tramp!"
Coronis curled in on herself, sheiding her stomach and ribs, by the Marquis Andras seemed to be in enough of his own mind to focus on the face and legs, punching and kicking angrily. Sir just sat nearby and watched, having taken up a smoke with a long cigarette holder that reeked of sweetness.
Perhaps to get ahead of the courts, a blood test was already waiting. It showed much more than Seir's biological relationship.
"I might not have gotten your mother to confess who the father was-" Andras snarled, pulling her up by the hair. "-but I swear to Satan I won't fail to make you tell!!"
"Andras. Calm yourself." Seir said, though his tone was indifferent. Coronis huffed and puffed in Andras's vice grip as the Marquis stopped at the Prince's command. "We have something of a image to maintain if we're going to continue getting the better of Astaroth. Which means maintaining the lady's image. Put her down."
Andras chittered angrily, like an enraged peacock, but threw her down to the floor and left her curled up there. Coronis felt she'd only scarcely escaped harm to the baby, and cradled her belly protectively as the two lords spoke.
"I had suspected Astaroth of being her lover at first-" Seir admitted. "-but considering he was moving forward on adoption rather than marriage, I'm no longer inclined to believe the child is his. Though we should keep that as a front in case the courts side with him for custody."
"Not even married yet-" Andras huffed and puffed, feathers rising on his skin, pouring himself a cold glass of white wine. "-and she's just like her mother, spreading her legs for any Tom, Dick and Harry-"
Andras rambled on as Seir let his eyes linger on Coronis. She was battered but seemed to have retreated to a state of self protection. Perhaps his plans had gone somewhat awry, but given he was about to become a grandfather as well as a father, he was more interested in seeing how far he could go, how much entertainment he could squeeze from her and Astaroth before the ploy grew too dull.
"....for the time being, we remain quiet. Astaroth will ruin his own claim with that hot temper of his." Seir said. "I suggest we lay low and leave no trace for the time being. The child could be useful in a future argument if used correctly."
Coronis felt sick to her stomach, even as servants arrived to carry her away. She could hear a lock click into place after the door closed behind her, and her expression was defeated and grey. She sat in an armchair, looking out the window. But it was so dark, and all she could hear were waves crashing up on the sides of the palace, even reaching her window.
And she felt that her fears, the black omen, had been realized. For now.
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"THEY TOOK HER, FORNEAS!!!" Astaroth roared at his old friend as soon as he got home. "THEY FUCKING TOOK HER ON A BULLSHIT 'LEGACY' CLAIM!!! AS IF YOU CAN JUST KNOCK UP ANY OLD BITCH AND LEAVE THEM TO RAISE YOUR CHILD FOR YOU!!! DEATH'S TOO GOOD FOR THEM!!! I'M GONNA CHOP OFF THEIR HANDS 'N FEET AN' HAVE HELLHOUNDS GNAWING AWAY AT 'EM FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY!!! ONE DAY THAT COURTHOUSE IS GONNA COME DOWN, AN' WHEN IT DOES, I'M GONNA TORCH IT DOWN TO CINDERS AND SHIT ON WHATEVER'S LEFT!!!"
The elderly Goetia didn't seem to react to Astaroth's fury at first.
The household certainly did. Hellhounds whimpered and backed away, remembering threats he'd issued before when her safety had been compromised. Imps wisely took cover in the gardens, pouring out of the house to prevent from being caught in the crossfire. The glass ornaments and windows rattled in terror, paintings and other decorations vibrating from the roar of his anger.
Forneas could hear a lot of anger and noise. But what he sensed more than anything, was an absence of something.
The old bird was seated in the library, not far from his old grimoire. Neither Coronis nor Astaroth had been able to uncover its secrets, nor had they had the time to investigate it further. It had laid with its chains on a book pedestal, the quiet observer of Coronis's work.
Perhaps it was the close proximity to the book, that allowed his beak to crack open and utter a single word....the first he'd said it years. It rasped out of him like a mummy breaking free from its coffin, dusty and aching-
"Hm." Velvette gazed at a screen showing the inside of her new pets little room; the bird didn't seem to be doing so well. Not that she especially cared how her property felt, but it wouldn't be quite as worth it to her if the goetic demon was too out of it from weakness to play along. A wooden hand reached to turn a holographic dial, cutting the amount of love potion pumping into the room down to one third for now before Velvette returned to her work. ( @littledollv )
Coronis had healed painfully slowly. Even with the supply of drugs keeping her pacified, she wasn't sure if she'd endured the repeated heart attacks for hours or days. Her chest still aches from the strain, and she lacked the energy to pull herself off the floor.
Her chest heaved with the effort to take breath. She felt her efforts just to survive were the most difficult they'd ever been. Whatever intravenous supplement was used to keep her hydrated and fed was falling short of providing enough energy, and the drugs only exacerbated the issue.
Coronis squeezed her eyes against the agony in her heart. Her thoughts had a free moment to break free from thinking of Velvette -
And she wondered just how terrified Astaroth must be that she had been missing for so long.
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