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A smile, and Anastasia nodded. "Hi honey." She greeted, dark brown gaze, like a doe's, softening. "I couldn't contact you whilst in Heaven, and I got tired of the ridiculous tunes, no class, or style at all." She shook her head. "I missed you terribly, I wish I'd made the decision to leave sooner, but they kept convincing me to stay, saying I'd be happier there, and I'd see you eventually." She shook her head. "But eventually wore out very fast. So I came down here where I could find you again. I know what's been done down here, how messed up it is. But, I got tired of the same old thing up there." She looked up a moment. "It was boring and like a terrible, stale song that never ended. It just droned on, and on."

You can't be her. You can't be here. You're too good for this place.

These thoughts aren't voiced. He wouldn't dare. He's listening to everything she's saying, trying not to buckle on the spot. This is his mother. Right here. Right now. Talking to him after over a hundred years of silence.

After what feels like another hundred years, but in reality is only three or four seconds of silence, Alastor finally turns himself around in line so he can look at her properly. "Ma...?"

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Ah, so this was him. A soft smile made its way onto her face, and she carefully touched his hand. "You've gotten tall." She murmured in a soft, gentle voice, before she moved back slightly. "It's good to see you again, sweetheart." Oh she'd missed him terribly, had never blamed him for what happened, she'd been glad for her husband's death, and faintly remembered her son's horrified expression, his tears...oh her sweet boy had been so upset, but she hadn't blamed him for what had happened. It had been an impossible situation for the both of them. "I have never blamed you, not once, for what happened, "she knew it hadn't been on purpose, they had been too close for it to be anything but an accident.

Alastor had been fairly still to begin with, but he freezes up entirely once that song hits his ears, which stand straight up and fluff out in shock. He hasn't heard this song since he was ten years old, but he still remembers it as though it had been sung to him between raspy dying breaths just yesterday.

That means he's able to quietly sing the last verse of the chorus under his breath:

"...make a song from your heart and maybe you'll be mine."

He hasn't looked behind him yet. He's afraid to.

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Red. It caught her eye, along with a set of fluffy ears not unlike the ones she was now sporting. However, nerves stalled her footsteps as she looked at her son who had fallen from grace in such a terrible manner. Would he even know her? Recognize her? She wasn't sure...but she had to try. Stepping in line behind Alastor, Anastasia hummed a quiet song to herself, not even thinking of what the song was, but it had been a song she had written for her child. And she quietly began singing to herself. "Sing, Sing, sing to your heart, let your soul weave through the skies. Sing, sing, may your power be on the rise, Melodies are like eternity, they flow, and ebb with time..."

It's Alastor's day for running errands, which means he's out and about in Pentagran to deal with personal business. For now, he's standing in line outside one of the coffee shops downtown, waiting his turn with both arms folded neatly behind his back as he hums quietly to himself. He is wearing his jacket today, which means he's wearing mostly red...just as she's expecting.

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She had left loneliness behind. None of her family, not even her mother or her very own son had made it there, and she had gotten tired of the constant upbeat songs and 'ignore it all' attitude. There was no sadness, no tears and quite frankly Anastasia had had enough of it all. Sighing as she landed in Hell near the Hazbin Hotel, she blinked in confusion as deer-like ears and a tail appeared on her. Curious, the woman tugged on the ears, wincing at the pain. "Ah, so there are animal forms here as well." She murmured, dark brown eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "Now to find him.." Glancing around, Anastasia sighed. "Curses, I can't remember what he looked like..." She rubbed her forehead. "I...believe he was in mostly red...?"

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"Oh my." Talia looked around in surprise, a little in awe as she glanced about Hell. "So this is Hell...not as fire and brimstone-like as I thought it would be."