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Doomsekkar had been feeling ever so lonely as of late. Which was weird— because beings like her weren’t created to feel loneliness. She wasn’t like her siblings, not after what happened. Despite their differences, she missed them a lot, and thought about them everyday. Though she visited on occasion, it was never enough.
She just wanted to see her family again.
After hours of contemplation and hesitation, Doomsekkar made up her mind and decided to get their things together and head to crossroads. She hoped that she would be able to meet Ghosdeeri there, and maybe some of her other sisters as well.
She knew it was a long shot. What if they wanted nothing to do with her?
She shook her head, as if the physical sensation would shake away the storm inside. It worked well enough.
—
Meanwhile, Ghosdeeri was at her home, preparing some dinner for the twins; Darkseed and Eerie. The rest of the siblings were off doing… sfoth knows what. They proved to be quite difficult to keep track of.
Ghosdeeri continued to prepare the meal, becoming increasingly frustrated as she kept failing to do it correctly. She either added too much of something, or did little— cooking just never seemed to be her strong spot, it was always Doomsekkar doing the cooking.
As she stumbled across the thought, she sighed sadly. But that sadness was quickly overcome by a slight confusion…
Ghosdeeri did not really think of her sister all too often. Sure she’d have some passing thoughts and reminisce of when they were younger, but she hadn’t gotten this upset over it in a long time. It was unusual.
Ghosdeeri knew everything that happened in Crossroads, it was what she was created for after all.
She could feel certain things, the presence of certain people.
Could it be? …
Ghosdeeri was lost in thought at the possibility of her sister being here. The thought scared her a little bit, but for the most part? She was excited. She missed Doomsekkar so much that she did not mind if she showed up out of the blue, as long as they got to see each other again. Cook together, drink tea together, just like old times when they were happy and times were more simple.
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After a long journey, Doomsekkar managed to get herself from her own home, all the way into Crossroads. Being a Watcher meant it was a lot easier to travel far distances, she often felt bad for Inphernals as it took them hours to travel. She couldn’t imagine spending that much time to get from one point to another.
Eventually, she arrived at the place she knew all too well. The place where her sister, Ghosdeeri abode.
Ghosdeeri was so invested in her cooking and perfecting it for her siblings, that she didn’t even notice a looming, familiar presence just a few feet away from her.
Doomsekkar had been waiting for her sibling to finally notice her standing there, and it was certainly taking longer than she would have originally thought.
She soon grew tired of waiting.
…
“You are going to need more spice in that one.” Doomsekkar spoke in her deep, gentle voice. One that was unmistakable to those who knew it.
Ghosdeeri whipped around almost immediately, startled out of her own skin at the sudden comment. As soon as she turned, she was met with none other than her sister, Doomsekkar.
She stood there for a second in shock and slight confusion. Why was she here? Did she want something? Was she going to—
Ghosdeeri’s wild thoughts were silenced by the sudden sensation of Doomsekkar pulling her into an embrace. She tensed at first, but soon let herself relax and lean into her sister's comforting embrace. She hadn’t seen Doom in… months. She felt herself starting to get quite emotional, which everyone knew was rare for the watcher.
She hugged her sister back for a few moments, but eventually forced herself to pull back.
“Doomsekkar I- we haven’t seen you in months— you can’t just.. show up like this out of nowhere.” Ghosdeeri said exasperatedly, though really, she was only happy and overwhelmed.
Doomsekkar sighed and nodded in understanding.
“I know. I am sorry…” She started off, but then realised what Ghosdeeri just said.
“Wait, ‘we’?” She questioned. She had thought it was only Ghosdeeri here. That’s why she came— if there were any other visitors she would have to leave immediately.
“You know i can’t be around inphernals Deeri! Ghostwalker will kill me. Why wouldn’t you tell me first thing—”
She started backing up, and that’s when Ghosdeeri realised her mistake.
“No- no! It’s no inphernal— wait!”
Doomsekkar’s expression shifted from upset and fearful, to confused. If there’s no other inphernals here, who could it be?
“Darkseed, Eerie— come out here!” Ghosdeeri quickly said, projecting her voice so that the twins could hear.
The two seemed to be annoyed and irritated at Ghosdeeri calling them out, suspecting she had burnt their dinner again.
“What now?” Darkseed started, followed by Eerie who stopped in their tracks as soon as they walked out, met by the sight of none other than their sibling, Doomsekkar.
Darkseed looked back at Eerie, utterly confused as to why on inpherno they had stopped on the spot, ready to scold them when they turned back around and met eyes with Doom.
The two’s eyes widened, and Doomsekkar was almost as shocked as they were too.
She was not expecting to see all of them— at most just Ghosdeeri. But all three? It didn’t seem real.
She started to tear up, and the second the did she was embraced by one of her sisters, then two, then three.
Doomsekkar had never really gotten along with anyone. She always felt alone, throughout her entire existence— but it was moments like these with her siblings that made them realise what they lived for, despite being thrown away and ignored for so many years.
She leaned into their warm embrace, letting the familiar warmth of her family engulf her.
The four Watchers would spend the rest of the night together, dining and eating the food Ghosdeeri made that Doomsekar intervened with and improved it a little— thankfully.
Every time Doomsekkar visited her loved ones, they constantly reminded her how important she was, and how much she mattered to people, even if it was only a few.
A few is still a number, after all. That was enough for her.