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It had been two weeks since Alastor appeared in your bedroom and humoured you in a game of Uno. Two weeks since you had revealed your Mother's death.
Two weeks since you had last heard from him…
The first day it happened you gave him the benefit of the doubt. Pretty sure that he was busy with Overlord activities that interfered with his visits to you, he had told you once that demons don't really need sleep but that doesn't stop them from becoming tired at certain points, so you assumed that he was just too tired to check in that night.
Until he didn't check in the next day…
Or the day after that…
By the end of the first week, it was safe to say you were worried about him. You hadn't received anything from Alastor and there wasn't any other form of communication to see if he was alright.
As the second week rolled around, you did your best to push your worries of Alastor to the side as you had to lock in on your studies. Mid-Terms were coming down the pipe and you were already stressed with the fact that you were waiting to hear back about a scholarship from your dream school. If you were granted such a large sum of money, you could be rid of your Father by next semester. You already had a plan to sneak away, moving out in one day while he was at work only to come back to find nothing but a letter on your bed that said, “Fuck you.”
Just the thought of it filled you with a sense of hope you hadn't had in a long time. Finally, your life could be yours again and you would make sure he would never ever come near you again.
Monday came and went, Tuesday was irritating, Wednesday was filled with some self care, and Thursday was the big day. At this time, you still hadn't heard from your favorite host. Sadness began to creep in your mind as you thought that Alastor may not have been true to his word and may have abandoned you for not making a deal fast enough. Anxiety licked at your soul from the thought of him deciding to drop you for being no longer of use to him.
The plush that you restored became your anchor, reminding you that such a miraculous thing happened because of it. That you were chosen to meet him, speak to him, and hold some value to him. You placed it in your bag for good luck when you left for class on Tuesday morning, praying to God for his favor as you were pulled out of class by your guidance officer.
As you walked into her office, you began to chew the dead skin off your lip as she handed you an envelope. A thin layer of sweat covered your palms as you thanked her and took it, opening it and unfolding the piece of paper inside as your eyes skimmed the text.
You got accepted…
A sigh left your lips, one you didn't even know you were holding as you re-read the acceptance letter.
You got it!
Tears wield in your eyes as you hug the letter to your chest. This was more than a scholarship, this was life changing, this was liberation!
This was your chance to be free.
The rest of your day was filled with nothing but smiles. That bully that pushed you when you found your Alastor plushie? You told her to kick rocks.
The science teacher that always looked at your ass when you walked outta class and tried fucking your grade up so you'd have to stay for ‘extra credit’? Told him that you had a recording of him and would report him if he tested you like a free sample ever again.
You practically skipped home that day, laughing and smiling as the sun shined down on your face. For the first time in a long time, you smiled at the world and the world smiled back.
You entered your home and did all your chores happily, listening to music and actually singing along for once. As the night fell, you hugged your plushie tightly, thanking God as you say cross legged and began to go over the plans of your escape once again. You had saved up just enough money to cover your basic expenses for at least 2 years on campus, clothes and shoes that you couldn't fit anymore would be sold for more profit.
Sitting your Alastor plushie down on your bed for a second, you turned to his station, hoping he'd show up this time so you could tell him the good news. Sticking your hand underneath your bed frame, searching for a familiar box. A smooth material graced your hands as you pulled out your savings, ready to count how much you had and how much you could add to it over the next semester.
Popping off the lid, you opened up the old shoe box and got struck with a sinking feeling…
Your heart seemed to pause as you looked down into your once filled box, only to see now that it was completely bare.
Fear pounded heavily at your heart as you began to slowly panic. Where was your money?! You never used it or touched it for anything so why was it empty?!
Part of you already knew the answer, but the other part of you dreaded coming to such a realization. Quickly, you reached for your phone and made a call at the bar your Dad liked to visit.
“Hi Donnie, it's me.” You said with a trembling voice, speaking to the manager who remembered you from when your mom was alive. He was a family friend that would come and grill with your Dad during the summer.
“Oh hey!” He replied. “Fancy you to call me today, I was worried about your Pops getting home safely. Is he there by any chance?”
“What do you mean?” You asked, your heart pounding louder and louder.
“Well…” Donnie sighed. “He came in earlier today with a bunch of cash. Ordered drink after drink until I had to cut him off out of concern, he cussed me out to hell and back of course, but I couldn't let him keep going. He said something about going to the strip club downtown even after I told him to just go home.”
Time damn there stopped as you processed the man's words. Your deepest fears were confirmed..
Your deadbeat, no good, scumbag of a father stole the money you had worked so hard for. Every penny you scraped together, every can you picked up to exchange at the dump, the plushies you restored and sold online, the homework you did for other classmates all were supposed to add up to you getting away from him and he stole it..
You didn't realize how angry you were until the sound of the door opening and slamming shut broke your silence. A deep growl left your lips as you politely responded to Donnie’s worries. “He just walked in actually, thanks Donnie, I'll make sure he's fine for the rest of the night.”
You didn't even give him time to respond as you hung up the phone and waited calmly for your Dad to come up the stairs. To say you were pissed was an understatement, to say you were livid was gentle, to say you were going to fucking kill that man? It was your only reason for even putting in the energy to breathe right now.
It didn't take long, about ten minutes for him to come up stairs and practically kick your door in with a complaint. “Hey you little brat!” He slurred, stanking of alcohol and cheap perfume from some floozy you knew he just got done screwing.
“You were supposed to take the trash out, why is it still in the kitchen?-”
“Three thousand, eight hundred and ninety two dollars and sixty five cents…” You said calmly.
“Bitch, don't cut me off-”
“Three thousand, eight hundred and ninety-two dollars and sixty five cents.” You said once again, rising up slowly from your bed as you stepped closer to him.
“Do you have any idea how long that took for me to save? Do you have any clue how much of my work and my time you just threw away on whores and booze?”
Your Father seemed taken back for a second, you had never stood up to him in all your years of living, but now you were furious beyond belief, so much so that you had no concept of fear in this moment. His shock didn't last long however, because he leaned on the door frame and chuckled.
“Yeah, I spent your little savings account. Next time you should try and hide it in a better place. I got fired last week because I kept showing up late and since I allow you to live in my house, I figured I'd see what I could find in here as your payment towards the only thing keeping me from putting you out on the streets.”
Rage filled your mind as your vision seemed to literally turn red as he continued to talk, unbeknownst to him that the only thing keeping your grounded was a twitch in your arm.
“By the way, I also took some things for me to pawn from that ugly ass jewelry box your Mom gave you. Grandma’s ring and your Mother’s jade earrings all went towards this month's rent. Those things are under my roof meaning they belong to me, that includes you too little girl. So unless you want me to break that little face of yours, you'll start treating your old man with some respect--”
It all happened so fast. One second your arm was at your side and the next, your Dad was standing in front of you with a growing bruise on his cheek. It took a moment for you to realize that you had punched him square across the jaw, with all your might you had managed to give him a nasty right hook. So much so that it took both of you staring at each other to realize what had just transpired.
“You little bitch!!” He yelled, pouncing on your and pinning you against your restoration vanity. His hands tight around your throat as he sought to choke the life out of you. You clawed at his hands, garbling out syllables of Alastor's name as your vision went blurry, feeling around the wooden table, you felt something cold and smooth. A strangled battle cry left your lips as you aimed right for his eye, stabbing him with a needle.
He hollered in pain, letting you go to cradle his injury as you tumbled to the ground gasping for breath. Curses left his mouth as he saw you on the floor, blood pouring from his wounded eye as welts formed in his hands from your nails. Reeling back his foot and swinging it right for your stomach, he knocked the wind smooth out of your lungs as he kicked you again and stomped your face.
“You fukkin’ brat! Stabbin me in my eye! After all I've done for you!?” You curled into a ball to protect your face. “ALASTOR!” You yelled, only for your Dad to grab you by your clothes and throw you out of your room against the wall. Your head made a sickening crack against the surface, the force was enough to break the drywall, leaving a fair sized hole.
Quickly, you tried to get up only for him to shove you hard. Forcing you to take a brutal tumble down the steps. “You're an ungrateful little cunt just like your mother! I was glad when that bitch was dead! I know how much you miss her, so I can help you join her six fucking feet under!”
You wanted to cry, so badly as you stood up to defend yourself. Thinking of your Mom’s dying body as you stumble into the kitchen, his steps hot on your trail, you grab the nearby cast iron pan, still decently warm from you cooking dinner, and swung it like a baseball bat. Hitting him right on the side of his head with a digusting THUNK, causing him to fall down, taking some counter items with him as you screamed insults at him, continuing to beat the everloving shit out of him with the pan.
“YOU ARE THE WORST FATHER EVER!! *WACK* YOU WERE NEVER THERE FOR ME!! ALL YOU DID WAS DRINK AND HURT ME!! I WANTED TO SAVE YOU!! *SMACK* TO LOVE YOU LIKE I DID WHEN I WAS YOUNGER!! *WHAM* But you were too far gone for me to have that back..!”
Strength left your body while sobs left your lips, blood pooled on the kitchen tiles from the nasty number you had done on his face. He laid there groaning, but conscious. Large bruises and bumps already began to grow as you stepped back to cry.
You bawled like a baby, dropping the iron skillet far away on the floor. You cried for the love of your Father, for your Mother to be here, for Alastor to come and save you, for anyone to come to your rescue.
But of course, that was too much to ask for…
Your sobs were quickly replaced by a scream of pain. Looking down at your stomach, you saw a large steak knife implanted in your abdomen. A garbled whimper left your body as your Dad yanked the knife out of your skin and let you fall to the ground. It stung like hell and you choked on your tears as he stood over you, looking like the real incarnate of the devil himself.
“One rule of life baby girl,” He said, standing over your body as you bled out. The blood from his eye, dripping in your face. “Never ever take your eyes off of someone your plannin to kill.”
You watched helplessly as he walked away from you, discarding the steak knife as you mumbled under your breath. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and pulled up a chair, looking down on your slowly dying body as if you were another TV show.
“Do me a favor sweetheart,” He took a sip before sighing. “Say hello to you Mom for me in Hell.”
“..As…stor..” You mumbled.
He leaned forward in his chair in a feign attempt to hear you better. “Come again?”
“Alastor!” You screamed with the little bit of strength you had left in your body.
Your Father laughed. “Callin’ for your boyfriend or something? No one will save you, just like no one saved your mother.” He took a swig of beer. “This kinda works out though, I've got time to live off of your insurance money for a good while before I’d have to get another job.”
As you laid on the floor, slowly being soaked with your own blood, you cried and cried as much as you could without causing yourself even more pain. He was right, you were all alone, even with your dying breaths, you were alone. A prayer formed in your mind, ready to accept your fate until you noticed the shadows on the walls seemed to be moving.
You chalked it up to your tears blurring your vision until the lights began to flicker and the TV in the living room turned on by itself. Relief swelled in your heart, already knowing who was here.
You watched as your Dad began to look around in confusion. The lights continued to flicker before turning from a warm yellow into an ominous green. Shadows began to trail across the ground towards your body, through your blood as they seemed to stack into a tall, lanky figure.
“The fuck!?” He cursed. Jumping from his chair and backing away as fast as possible.
You let out a dark chuckle. “Looks like I'm not the only one going to Hell, Daddy…”
Slowly, you watched as fear took over him. Static licked at your skin in an almost soothing way while the shadows used your blood to form symbols on the walls and around your slowly dying corpse. Once they were finished the lights went out completely, covering you in a darkness so deep that you wouldn’t be able to see your hand in front of you if you could find the strength to lift it.
It didn't matter though, because as quickly as the darkness came, a bright yellow smile appeared, followed by two crimson red eyes popped up right over your dad’s shoulder. “WELL HELLO THERE!!” said Alastor’s loud, boutrous voice. Your father jumped, running away from the deer’s seven foot stature screaming, “Who the hell are you?!!!”
Alastor sneered. So this was your pathetic excuse of a guardian? He wasn't even close to a man, much less a father figure. A deep anger struck Alastor in the heart at the sight of you on the kitchen tiles. You weren’t going to last much longer in this state and he regretted the fact that a big chunk of it was his own fault.
However, this wasn’t the time to be in his emotions. It was time to finally deal with this repulsive sack of shit the way he wanted to. A dark chuckle left his lips, “The name is Alastor and the displeasure of meeting you is all mine.”
Dad froze.”You mean--?!”
“Yes! That name she kept repeating was my very own and it seems you weren’t…aware of how dangerous my name is.” You listened in the dark as he spoke, hearing the low-growl in his voice as his irritation and displeasure grew. “You see, I know all about every horrible, unsightly, revolting thing you’ve done to her, down to the very last detail.” A scraping sound slowly echoed in the kitchen, paired with the metal taps of Alastor’s shoes as they stepped closer and closer towards your Dad’s buckling knees.
“S-Stay back!” He yelled, only for Alastor to laugh in his face. “I’m afraid you're going to have to try harder than that to keep me away.” Quickly, the man realized that this wasn’t a dream, joke, or hoax. How in the ever loving fuck you mangaed to summon a demon to protect you? He’d never know, but what he did know was that he had to get away as fast as possible from this smiling bastard.
With his body feeling like it was about to give out, he tried to race towards the front door. Running as fast as he could to get away from the deer’s glowing grin. His fingers brushed the cool metal of the doorknob before he felt something slimy wrap around his ankle, tripping him and effectively catching him mid-stride. “Nonononono!!--” He screamed, slowly being dragged back to the kitchen while Alastor chuckled manicaly. “You stupid fool,” he hissed as the man yelled and called for help. “You're not going anywhere until I say so..”
“Let me go, you bastard!” He yelled, struggling in the tendrils grip as it held him upside down by his ankle. Your ears picked up on the sound of scuttling, as shadows morphed into ragdoll servants. Jumping up and down enthusiastically as Alastor dangled your Dad’s body over them.
“What the hell are those?!”
“Why, those are my children of course!” Alastor said, using the tendril to hold your father in the air, just enough for the ragdolls to jump and scratch at him. “And as their father of sorts, it is I who has to be the one to provide them with the essentials that any child would need. Love, care, and most importantly…”
“Food.”
A gasp left your Dad’s lips as he dangled helplessly above the large group of demonic ragdolls. He was suddenly aware of their skinny frames, sharp claws, and various sized maws. They giggled as they made otherworldly nosies, jumping up to try and bite at his fat fingers. Even going so far as to climb on top of each other to try and reach him, but everytime they got too close, the wrap around his ankle would yank him up and out of their grasp.
“As I'm sure you know, children can have the most insatiable appetites. With constantly learning, growing, doing my evil bidding, the poor things seem to get famished rather quickly.” Alastor’s voice and footsteps grew louder as he approached your body. You were going pale, as he scooped you in his arms. Even being barely awake, you could sense the sliver of protection omitting off of his person. Placing one of his hands in your pool of blood, he was glad to see that it was still wet, as held you with one arm, he approached the hanging man. Commanding the tendril to bring them face to face, as your essence dripped lazily from his claws. “For the longest time I had been feeding them what I could, but it seems the souls of the damned have just grown old to them. However…” He took a moment to look at the little minions, such egar little things. “It seems they’ve found a new favorite…”
Alastor watched in amusement as he failed around pathetically. Begging like a smoker on the street, hoping that someone would spare him a dime or dollar. Alas, Alastor had no room for mercy, when he thought about how many times you begged for the same thing and got nothing except more pain. You reminded him of himself really, when he was a child and his own father did the same thing to his mother. He remembered her screams for help, for mercy, and how no one ever came to his rescue. It wasn't until his mother had left to go to work that day that he decided to save himself, putting an eight year old nightmare to rest.
You groaned in his ear. Reminding him that he didn’t have much time left before you slipped away entirely. So with a quick swipe of his claws, he wrote out a few symbols on your fathers skin. On his forehead, the other on his hand, he struggled as the man cried and tried to flinch away in pain. It didn’t matter to Alastor though, he was purposely digging deeper into his flesh than what was necessary. Desperately, he wanted to string this man up and rip out his organs one by one. Showing them to his victim while giving a brief synopsis on each one. He was a fat, lazy, coward that drank too much, so chopping him up and boiling him in a stew was out of the question.
“As much as I hate to cut our fun short, I have some business I must attend to.” Alastor smirked, watching as the tendrils grip was weaning thin. “But fret not! We shall meet again,” With a blink, his eyes had turned into radio dials, his teeth on full display as he stretched his neck forward. “that, I can guarantee.”
With a turn of his heel, he went upstairs to your room. He’d be damned twice if he let your last moments be on the kitchen floor. Especially since he turned up so late.
As he placed you in your bed, a funny feeling pulled at his heart. He had set up many of his victims to rest when he was alive, he was extremely particular with women if he had to do the unfortunate to one of them and you got the same treatment. He fluffed the pillows behind you, pulling the duvet over your body to hide the stab wound. He even grabbed the plushie that had been strew on the carpet during your fight for survival, the one you worked so hard on and that brought you together. He placed it in your arms, watching as you gave it a weak squeeze.
“Darling? Can you hear me?..” He asked, placing his hand over the one you managed to move. You twitch your fingers in response.
“That's good.” He sighed. Looking around your messy room with guilt. Placing his hand on your cheek, he cradled it with a gentleness he sometimes forgot he possessed. “You did good, Cher…” He whispered. “ I apologize for being late, had I been here sooner. If it wasn't for that blasted, box-headed television..”
He paused. Placing his fingers over your pulse point, only to find none. He sighed again. Rude of you to leave while he was in the middle of apologizing. Even ruder for you to leave before hearing the sounds of your father’s karma downstairs. He could leave his minions here to shred him down to his very soul, then do as he pleased once he had fallen. The runes would help with the search.
As for you? He wasn’t sure if you’d fall or not. If you did, it’d be an injustice. As far as he knew, you’d never so much as killed a fly. Part of him hoped that you had ascended to the pearly gates. That you would have the chance to see your mother again, unlike he did. He hoped you were up there in her arms, happy and protected.
These thoughts clouded his mind as he returned back to the hotel and sat in his office to somewhat morn the loss of you. Despite your short time, he had thought of you to be a breathe of fresh air in a sense. Not too much to where he was blown away, that was Charlie. But just a light refreshing breeze of sorts. A laid back entertainment that he had grown attached to.
But he had an afterlife to return to. Business to attend, responsibilities to maintain-- a screen to crack--, and things to do. For three days he allowed himself to have a drink for you, to think about you, your charm, and your individuality before snapping back to his normal self the next day.
Every so often he’d look up at Heaven from the balcony. Wondering what you were doing up there. By now he had found your father, enjoying his time making that man suffer for all eternity. He squealed like a pig and cursed like a sailor. One time he had gone so far as to curse your name, there was a stop put to that immediately though. With a snap of his fingers, your father was being flayed and eaten by his minions. When they were done, the sigel on his forehead would restore his body before being put through that same torcher again.
He was disgusting, but Alastor knew that you knew that all too well.
A week had gone by before he knew it. It occurred to him when Angel Dust so enthusiastically asked him if he could bring Uno again for the hotel’s weekly bonding exercise activity. “Charlie may not like it, but I do! Dis time, I’m hopin’ to make ole Whiskers put down some dough. I mean da game is too good not to gamble on.”
Usually, Alastor would tell the spider to get lost. But at the thought of you, he decided to be nice this time. Bringing the game back as requested. It was a rainy night that night, acid rain to be precise, and true to his word, Angel Dust did manage to back Husker into a corner with money. Now there was a mess between the two and the Princess who was desperately trying to get them to either gamble for snacks or work together to get more money. Vagatha was with Charlie, in trying to calm the two down, while Nifty was zipping around taking a peek at everyone’s hands. Giggling happily about all the tiny pretzels she would win.
It was a chaotic mess as he expected. He so wished you had told him about more games like this from the land of the living. He smiled, half facade-half genuine as he sipped his coffee with a hand full of +2, +4, skips, and a wild card. Just as he was about to ruin the pair's pockets. There was a frantic knock at the door.
“Who da hell could be out there so late?” Angel Dust asked. While Charlie gasped, squishing her cheeks. “Maybe it’s a new patron that heard about the hotel?! Let ‘em in, hurry up!”
Nifty, ever the swift little one, did as Charlie asked and opened the door. Quickly, a young woman ran in with a hooded dress on. “How strange..” He thought.
“Uh, Hi! Hello!” Charlie cheered. “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! The place where redemption is possible. Through hard work and dedication we can help you be redeemed! But all that aside, are you okay? Even for Sinners walking through acid rain can sting alot.”
Everyone watched as the girl took off her hood, revealing a thick head of puffy wool. “I know, my arms and legs are burning like crazy! But at least this new form protected my face from getting it.”
Alastor’s ears perked up. That voice sounded familiar, but there’s no possible way.
“Oh! Did you happen to fall recently?”
“Yes, its been about a week I think. I was trying to get here as fast as I could, but I had fallen all the way on the other side of the city. Asking for directions was a nightmare, but once I got to Cannibal Town, I was directed by Rosie from the Emporium.”
“Damn toots, you came a long way for some one shot redemption that we don’t know if it works or not.” Angel Dust teased, before being whacked upside the head by Vaggie.
“Oh I didn’t come just for redemption, I came looking for someone who lives here.”
“Look, I’ve told you weirdos that I don’t do autographs of da clock!!--”
“Not you!” She yelled. Turning around to finally reveal your face under all that wool. Your species was different and you were a bit taller, but Alastor knew it was you. Those eyes and your facial features had mostly stayed the same, but he was shocked a bit to find out that you had taken on the characteristics of a lamb.
He chuckled with something that almost sounded like relief if one listened closely. Before standing up from his seat and walking over to you. “Well my dear, it seems we meet again--”
Alastor's sentence was cut short by the sound of you backhanding his right cheek. It was a perfect struck too, he had bent down to meet your eye level. Everyone gasped as he stood in shock, reeling over what you had just done. Shaking off the hand you whapped him with. You huffed, “I've been wanting to do that since I've gotten down here. Do you have any idea how stressful my week has been?!”
“First I fell all the way down Mulberry Lane and had to figure out how to get here. I had nowhere to go in the meantime and no money so I had to sleep in the alleyways for a bit, sooooooo many creeps kept cat-calling me! I had to grapple with the fact that I'm a sheep for crying out loud!!”
While you proceed to rant and scold Alastor as if he was a child, everyone else was trying to figure out how you just pimp-slapped the Radio Demon and survived.
“Um, Alastor..” Charlie whispered. “Are you sure you know this girl..?”
He blinked twice before standing back up to his normal height. “Yes, I do and given the fact that she seems to have gone through a lot these past few days, that slap was somewhat expected.”
“Yeah but still..”
“And now you're ignoring me!!” You yelled.
“Alrighty then! Please resume the game without me, I'll return with our new guest in a moment!” He announced, firmly directing you towards the library.
“Darling, please. Relax for a moment.” He asked, once you arrived. Trying to quell your anger before you made more of a scene. “You must understand, I thought that you had ascended to Heaven. Had I known you were here, I would have done everything in my power to find you.”
You gave him a flat expression. “I made a deal with you to kill my Dad and you thought they were going to let me into Heaven with that..?”
He shrugged.”It's a technicality, but still. I didn't take your soul, so you being here is an issue all on its own.”
You curled your lip in frustration. “Yeah well, I didn't go there besides, I would have had to come down here anyway.”
“Whatever for?!” He asked. Trying to figure out why you said it as if Hell was a pit stop during a road trip.
“Because..” You mumbled. “I never got to thank you and you never got to say goodbye. Don't get me wrong, this week was terrible. But regardless of you being late or not, you still saved me and made sure I died comfortably.”
Tears started to trickle down your face as you wept silently from the stress, the relief, and trying to calm down after being in survival mode for a bit too long. “I was scared Alastor, I was really really scared..”
“I'm aware my dear, but had I known you were in Hell I could have--”
“No, not just here. When I was still alive..fighting my Dad. I thought I was gonna die alone, I was calling for you and I thought you weren't gonna show up…” You hiccuped. “I never felt so terrified and so free at the same time, but then I got down here and I didn't know what else to do but to find the hotel. I was alone again and it was-!”
“Terrifying?” He finished for you. Watching as you sunk into yourself and nodded your head. It was then he realized that you've never had anyone reliable to protect you. For so long you've been protecting yourself, but now? He was seeing the breaking point of that and from his failure to keep his word.
“I understand what your saying, but look around you. You made it here, alive and in one piece. As long as you stay here, this hotel can be your fortress. I will keep an eye on you myself and be there for you whenever you need me. I meant it before, but I certainly mean it now. Besides, there are no dimensional boundaries to keep us apart and you make quite the charming little lamb.” He poked your nose in the middle of your sobs. Finding it funny how you crossed your eyes to follow his finger.
“I may have failed you before, but I promise it will not happen again.”
You grinned. Before looking at him with a teary eyed smile, filled with hope and determination for something better that what your life was. Greater than it would ever be.
“Now, there's a beautiful sight.” He said. It was like watching a rainbow blossom on your face. “You may be sad but you're still
smiling.” He placed his hand on your cheek, watching as you nuzzled it.
“Isn't that lovely?..”