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Finally another historical one-shot woooo

Enjoy while it's still there-

I'm on my own now (partially)

Basically a cringe retelling of a glimpse on how Norway ended up with Sweden (not romantically)

➪Credit to MysticalBlob on Ao3 for the correct Swedish translation!

➪Tw: cigarettes, brief description of bodies, blood and injuries (Kind of), implied/referred derealization

➪Time for the Nordic countries wooo!

➪As always: I used Google translate for Danish, Norwegian and Swedish. If you ever speak those languages or want to correct the spelling, fell free! I'll gladly take the help and credit you 🙏🏾

➪Fun fact: during the forbidden era (2020lol), one of my favorites were Norway, either among the nordic territories or in general, alongside Madagascar, of course. Don't ask why, somehow during that period whom we should not bring often, I thought to myself:

"Putain ce serait trop drôle d'apprendre le Norvégien genre lol"

I was dumber than now, really it was worrying.

Anyway.

➪Enjoy because I actually like this one! ^^ despite- you know- the lack of actual historical context-

God damnit I should really do something about it-

➪Update: upon further retrospection on myself and what I've wrote in the past, I decided to eventually add the historical accuracy as much as my simpleton attire could procure towards anyone who lay their eyes upon the following words that will succeed shortly.

➪Also yes. I used once more the wannabe sophisticated vocabulary I did a year ago. Oops I guess.

Uhm- anywise (finding thesaurus because I myself get tired of constantly using anyway) let's just- move on to the story in question.

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-ˋˏ1810ˎˊ-

It all started during the Napoleonic wars.

Norway wasn't supposed to even play a role in those messy conflicts and alliances, his main occupation was about taking care of Iceland as much as he could. If Denmark wasn't known for actually being negligent, or at least known for trying to be respectable and being respectable, when it cames to war, the Danish was easily overwhelmed.

Thus, it wasn't that much of a surprise if he did ended allying himself with the French empire, despite being neutral during those raging campaigns all across Europe.

Unfortunately, it seemed that England somehow found the Danish like a menace and decided to abduct the fleet from Copenhagen. A way to secure any escalating dystopian french system and gain more advantages for the opponent or, in that case, Russia.

And that damned Sweden.

Actually? If Norway was more honest with himself, it was, through the majority of it, Carl John, the elected heir of Sweden with french origins. And for some forsaken reasons, decided that the anthropomorphic representative of the swedish territory would ally themselves with Russia and the one who fought back against Napoleon.

Was it a traitorous act against the french? Just a strategic plan to not lose more ressources? Who really knew, the only thing sure was another defeat added to Imperial France's list.

And Denmark included in it.

How unfortunate.

That Norway was primary the one who would be the center of attention and the one who will endure the consequences of it.

⊱ ────── {⋅. ♪ .⋅} ────── ⊰

-ˋˏ14th January 1814 ˎˊ-

"So what are you going to do with him now?" A voice coated with an heavy British accent rang out, muffled, behind the heavy wooden doors of the opulent place of the duche of Holstein, in Kiel.

"Upon my statement earlier, I suggest that we-" A feminine, Scandinavian voice chimed in as her words got drowned out by thicker grunts of approval and arguments.

"We have already established this-"

"Carl John have depicted-"

"Hører du overhovedet hvad de siger??(Do you even hear what they are saying??)" A sudden, very close voice shushed near Iceland's ear as she yelped in fear and instinctively tried to hit whoever it was only to caught Faeroe Islands meeting her tiny fist. Still, they hissed in pain and rubbed their eyes.

Iceland only glared at them, not even bothering herself to directly apologize as she crossed her arms.

"Hvad laver du overhovedet her?? (What are you even doing here??)" She accused as Faeroe immediately imitated her expression, even jabbing a finger at her.

"Jeg burde være den, der spørger dig om dette! (I should be the one asking you this!)" He said, pouting slightly as Island sighed heavily, rolling her eyes as she massaged the area near it. Eventually, she answered.

"Jeg er her faktisk, fordi det er vigtigt. Det vedrører Norge. (I'm actually here because it's important. It's about Norway.)"

That made Faeroe perked up, his eyes widening in anticipation and, if honest, slight fear.

"Vent. De taler om ham? Men hvorfor?? (Wait. They're talking about him? But why??)" He asked, incredulous. The icelandic girl only proceeded to shrug her shoulders, now growing a tad concerned upon seeing the younger's gaze bore on her.

"Jeg-jeg ved ikke. Det er– (I-i don't know. It's–)" She, at first, hesitated until she felt adrenaline rushing in her veins when the heavy craved door started to get unlocked and pushed from the other room, another wave of the same familiar voices getting louder when the most known personification of Europe came out of the meeting room.

Iceland instantly took Faeroe's hand and dragged him away, earning a yelp from the latter albeit he only proceeded to clung onto her even more, quickening her pace. The two smaller representatives hid behind one of the wooden, polished table who was imposing enough for the both of them to settle behind it.

It wasn't long before the last countryhuman came out from the meeting room, a distant and indescribable yet exhausted look on their face.

Denmark.

He didn't seemed to be that eager or motivated enough to follow the rest of the group, his prideful and high posture a contract to the conflicting feelings that flashed in their eyes.

However, when the Danish noticed with the corner of his eyes the icelandic girl peeking from her hiding spot with her Faeroese sibling behind, his gazed softened.

Hesitantly, Iceland was the first to actually accost him, her tone unusually hushering.

"Danmark. Hvad- hvad skete der..? (Denmark. What- what happened...?)" She asked tentatively.

The concerned one, at first, only opened his mouth slightly before closing it again, not knowing what to really say.

But when Faeroe tentatively went next to his sister with big, doe eyes, almost innocent, something broke in him.

Without anymore hesitation, Denmark knelt down on one knee and spreaded his arms. Faeroe immediately fell in first then, with more stiffness, Iceland followed.

She didn't knew how long did the three held each other, in such closeness. However, she wasn't dumb. She knew something was wrong when she felt the older trembling barely, his face soaking her shoulder as the icelandic territory held on tighter unconsciously.

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-ˋˏ25th January 1814 ˎˊ-

"Ah. Representative of the territory of Norway, pleasure to be meeting you." The diplomate who came from Denmark greeted formally at the brune haired man in front him.

Said Norway scrunched up his nose at the appellation with the tone that the human used towards him.

"Just Norway. For now. It will be... Enough." He managed to say before breathing out as calm as he could, straightening his back as he cleared his throat. "You must be the diplomate who have been send by my fellow anthropomorphic territory, Denmark, am I wrong?" He asked.

The diplomate only frowned. Just slightly.

"Actually, I was send by Sweden and her current monarch, Carl John."

Now that made Norway perked up, his eyes widening in anticipation and, if honest, slight fear. Nonetheless, and surprisingly, he kept his tone coolheaded, almost completely calm.

"Oh. So you're been sent by Charles XIV John of Sweden. Alone?" The Norwegian asked, raising an eyebrow in inquisitiveness.

The diplomat barely nodded, his posture similar to a word as equal as regal. "Unfortunately. You must be aware how quite difficult it is to actually gather any representative from any territory, a personification or member of the monarchy speaking."

"Abel Servien?" Norway quipped in, a thick french accent butting in his words.

"N'en parlons même pas. (Let's not even talk about it.)" And, with a bit of daringness, the human cracked a small, barely visible smile before going back to his stoic facade.

"But that's not the main topic on the current. Since his majesty the king of Sweden have expressed his sincerest apologies for not coming to this sign of treaty by his own person, Sir Charlie XIV John have decided to share his own decreet and what has been decided by the anthropomorphic territory of England and Russia concerning the loss of Denmark." The diplomatist explained, gathering letters from the swedish king in question before smoothly pushing it across the table, below the confused gaze of Norway.

A few of the papers were slightly folded from the travel from Sweden to his territory. Although, thank the Lord boats made it easier rather than horses, it was odd how it was in such state despite the two States being neighbors. The ink was fresh on some, other were dried and even falling on a few words, as if it has been written long before this instant.

That only made Norway's unsettling feeling grow even more.

"All are mixed it up unfortunately." The plenipotentiary added, his posture and face not betraying any of what he was currently feelings. Or, perhaps, he just wasn't that intimidated nor felt any fear, unlike the literal anthropomorphic country in front of him.

Once again, bizarre.

Then the human continued. "Both His Majesty and Madam Sweden have decided to write about the whole situation. Sir Denmark's defeat against the English, the treaty and so on."

Norway was halfway listening to him, already unpacking one of the letter and reading it, conflicting emotions bumping in his swirling mind.

┏━━━ ━━━┓

𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼, 𝓝𝓸𝓻𝔀𝓪𝔂.

ℱ𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉𝓁𝓎, ℐ 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜

𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝒾𝓏𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓎

𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒.

┗━━━ ━━━┛

"At least she started with sincere excuses." The Norwegian thought to himself, albeit a hint of uncertainty was still feverishly bubbling inside. He continued his reading.

┏━━━ ━━━┓

𝒮𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹𝓁𝓎, 𝒶𝓈 ℐ 𝒶𝓂 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎

𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈, 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉

𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃

𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒻𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒

𝒾𝓃𝓋𝑜𝓁𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒾𝓃 ℴ𝓊𝓇

𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓈.

┗━━━ ━━━┛

Now that's where Norway actually started to feel goosebumps on his skin, already knowing where this was going. And it was not good.

┏━━━ ━━━┓

ℋ𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝓉,

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓈

𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 ℱ𝓇𝑒𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓀 ℐ𝒱 𝒶𝓃𝒹

𝒾𝓃 𝑒𝓍𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈, 𝒟𝑒𝓃𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻.

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓼

𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓮𝓵. 𝓐𝓵𝓵

𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮

𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭, 𝓷𝓸𝔀, 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝔀

𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮

𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓝𝓸𝓻𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮

𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮

𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭

𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 ��𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝔂.

𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮

𝓸𝓯 𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭

𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮.

┗━━━ ━━━┛

The diplomate immediately added something just when Norway was about to reach the end of the letter. Probably because he noticed how tights the countryhuman's fists were as they gripped the paper. "What has been decided has already been applied since yesterday. All is under the supervision of the rising power, the representative territory of England herself—"

"You did all of this without even consulting my own opinion?"

Norway wanted his voice to be calm and composed, similar to his interlocutor. Really, he wanted it badly. But it was obvious on a few notes he was clearly on edge. Either by the sudden revelation or more history and depth behind his unbalanced camaraderie with Sweden, it's all up to you to decide.

But one thing was sure, the Norwegian was not 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙 by the news.

The plenipotentiary, however, merely joined his fingers on the table, his demeanor betraying no hint of uncertainty or whatever else he was currently feeling. Keeping it all professional, nothing less, nothing more.

"I do apologize on behalf of my nation if this decision has ever been too brusque, which I understand. However, every aspects of the treaty has already been applied cannot be undone unless the belligerents in question engaged in the war can discuss about exceptions—"

This time, Norway lifted up his hand to shut the human up. The latter shamefully and reculantly did so.

"You said every belligerents during the Napoleonic wars?" The countryhuman asked, raising an eyebrow.

The diplomat didn't liked where this was going.

"Well yes but-"

"-Then I refuse."

"Excuse me?"

The whole room fell silent, the atmosphere growing weary and tense. As if it wasn't enough, Norway added.

"I think I was clear enough. I refuse to apply the treaty as a territory who partook in the war." Norway said, now firmer. If he didn't knew better, the latter would have thought that he won against the human was seemed too stunned to speak.

However, Norway did knew better and the diplomat, after a small but painful silence, eventually found his voice back.

"I'm sorry. Could you repeat that?"

The personification fought ever viber of his being to not get haughty and roll his eyes at the human. Although the plenipotentiary continued, despite giving Norway the will to speak.

"When it came to the ratification of it with its conditions, representative of the territory of Norway, with all due respect, those were independent powers and nations."

"But I still send ressource to help Denmark, was it not enough??"

"Denmark is a monarchy with its own conquest and territories, all somewhat linked and dependant to the Danish crown. And you, once again respectfully, are one of them. Not a nation on its own but an expansion of the Danish monarchy's territory."

Norway clenched on the table, his fists shaking and tight.

"Therefore, I assume I don't have any says to it? And that's the only reason why you have called me here and nothing else? To strip away the identity of my predecessor and brag on my face, with letters even, that I don't belong no more??" The Norwegian almost let his emotions get the better of him as he eventually did his best to calm down.

The human's response however didn't helped to keep his cool at all.

"You are now officially part of the Swedish monarchy, representative of the territory of Norway, alongside with your people and culture. Your flag will shortly be changed to a more fitting one for a Swedish expansion."

Well, bitch the pot. Just when he was starting to tolerate Denmark's simpleton flag.

⊱ ────── {⋅. ♪ .⋅} ────── ⊰

-ˋˏAugust 1814 ˎˊ-

Repressions were always necessary. At least for the repressors.

It was obvious Norway wasn't the only one who didn't took kindly this new ordeal and it wasn't also surprising that it was the population itself who were outraged at it.

Which goes to show that a country's personification indeed reflected from time to time its people.

Or so that's what history would tell us. Did the actual population wanted to declare war or it was at first a simple light that has been forcefully transformed into a raging bonfire? No one will ever know.

But one thing was sure, Sweden's own ressources and army was bigger and stronger than Norway's. Despite its own ripostes and attacks, the Swedish were rapidly gaining forces and territories. Despite their defenses at Lier and their victories on the North, swedes still managed to reach out the capital, although their numbers decreasing with it.

It was clear: Sweden wasn't as ready as Norway when it came to the war and both parties wanted to ended it as quick as possible. Only each monarch was the one who insisted and Norway would almost blame Christian Frederick and the general Haxthausen for the restless assaults and, although victorious battles, ensured loss of numerous lives.

Which lead us to Norway himself, sitting on a big hard rock in the middle of a snowy battlefield, the aftermath of a campaign in Langnens where Norwegian soldiers have surpassed the Swedish.

And obviously, a bloodbath followed on.

Alright. It wasn't as violent or awful as the aftermaths of Napoleon's campaigns. But, nonetheless, it was never a pretty sight to see corpses lingering on the ground, some still in one piece, other with a missing limb.

There a just a few but they were still humans. Souls who have been lost.

"Hej (hey)"

The sudden feminine voice made Norway jump a bit on his natural and burned down chair as he looked up to see the dead eyes of Sweden.

The woman herself was also covered in blood, her uniform all wrinkled with a torn up sleeve, showing her muscled blue skin.

And, despite all, she was smiling. An emotionless, cold smile but still a smile nonetheless.

"Är det upptaget här? (Is this seat taken?)" Sweden asked, pointing at the large rock the other was sitting on. Norway frowned at the question, clearly taken aback by the whole interaction in general.

Although, despite the clear message shining on the man's face, the swedish woman still insisted, her unsettling smile going wider against all odds.

"Ou bien vous voulez que je vous parle en français? J'ai l'impression que vous aviez du mal à assimiler ce que je vous dis. (Or do you want to talk with you in French? I seemed to notice that you have difficulties when it comes to understand me.)"

"Jag Kan förstår dig perfekt. Tack för att du frågar. (I can understand you perfectly. Thank you for asking.)" Norway quickly answered back, his tone a bit dry if not downright cold, ironically, at Sweden.

However, the latter didn't seemed to really mind the way her new—companion tensed around her.

I mean, it's not as if she and her monarch invaded his land.

Sweden shrugged slightly, sitting anyway next to Norway who, reculantly but did anyway, pushed himself a bit on the side as to giver more space for her rear. A heavy, oppressive silence then settled between the two, the frozen wind fluttering around as snow fell on their shoulders.

Once more, Sweden eventually spoke up first, her eyes droopy and... Devoid. As if she wasn't there.

And yet at the same time she was present. Was it a sign for her to go to the asylum? Or get a lobotomy? Who knows.

"Ditt ansikte blöder. Precis som min näsa.(Your face is bleeding. Just like my nose.)" She said bluntly, jabbing a finger at Norway who merely touched his forehead and felt a warm sticky liquid running down near his temple.

Odd. He didn't even felt the injury in the first place.

"Oh." He merely admitted. Sweden snorted before pulling out from her intact military pocket a small box of wooden matches. Norway squinted his eyes at the trinket but the swedish personification was faster than him. As always.

"Vill ha lite (Want some?)" She proposed, this time pulling from another pocket a few cigarettes, tobacco pwoder coating her dirty and calloused fingers. The Norwegian widened his eyes.

"Bar du detta under striden?? (You carried this during the battle??)" He asked incredulously as Sweden lit up one of the matches, a cigarette already between her teeth.

"Får jag inte det? (Am I not allowed to?)" She asked back, not eyeing Norway in the eyes and instead concentrate herself on the tip of her nails who were slightly burnt by the fire.

Norway opened then shut his mouth, honestly having no idea of counter argument or any denial. In the end, he slumped his shoulders, his breath coming in fog as he lended his hand. Sweden smiled, the cigarette dangling on her lips before she gave him the box of wooden matches as well as one rolled tobacco.

Soon, the snow who fell with thin molecules was followed with thicker trails of smoke coming from the two anthropomorphic countries. Norway, in particular, took a deep breath from the cigarette before letting out a heavy huff with a puff of smoke. Sweden's smile got thinner yet wider at the same time.

"Någon var ivrig. (Someone was eager.)" She stated, earning a glare from the other concerned.

However, the Norwegian merely hummed behind his own cigarette, probably too tired to even hold a short conversation. It was only a few seconds after that he judged that the silence was too thick for his liking.

"Antingen var det det, eller så skulle du bara sluta med att flåsa ut varenda cigarettpaket med dig. (It was either that or you would just end up puffing out every pack of cigarettes with you.)" Norway argued back, his attention focusing back on the one he had, taking a large puff before putting both of his hands on his lapw exhaling alongside a large puff of cool air from the snowy weather.

"Jag röker. Men bara under stressiga stunder.(Well. I do smoke. But only during stressful moments.)" Sweden eventually admitted, shrugging her shoulders, ignoring how her arm seemed to bend slightly upward.

Norway eyed the swedish woman with that same wariness that he held ever since he was now officially part of her own jig.

After all, he didn't need two brains to understand what the distant, abysmal look in her eyes meant. Countryhumans sure were used to war, blood, rampage and corpses at this point and Napoleonic wars had greater loss or gruesome aftermath compared to those small campaigns. Still, it was never a pretty sight to bear on, knowing your scars and psyche would carry on the countless bullets you have shots or the slashes that your sword has done to humans.

Only the pain tolerance was nothing compared to being, respectfully, blow up by a cannon. Norway could bear five people's disembodied wounds for all he cared that was a mere inconvenience.

In the end, after a small but deep retrospection, Norway just decided to turn his head back to the endless landscape, hearing Sweden's shallow breaths from occasional times.

After all, after a battle, they always needed a truce.

⊱ ────── {⋅. ♪ .⋅} ────── ⊰

-ˋˏSeptember 1814 ˎˊ-

"Några nyheter från din prins än? (Any news from your prince yet?)" Sweden eagerly asked, sipping on her hot beverage while munching on some sweet biscuits. Norway looked at her, raising his eyes from the recent letter he just had from Iceland.

"Han... hanterar väl antar jag. Prins Fredrik av Danmark försöker fortfarande anpassa sig till förändringarna trots allt. (He's... Managing I suppose. Prince Frederick of Denmark is still trying to accommodate himself on the changes after all.)" Norway explained in a calm voice as Sweden smiled wider, pushing the Norwegian's tea cup towards him. The man only raised an eyebrow at his new colleague, already anticipating what she was going to ask.

"Aaaand... Nothing else? Any interesting news in his place?" She asked in an impatient tone, now surprisingly switching to English much to the Norwegian's surprise. However, he only let out a chuckle, rolling his eyes.

"If you think about any secrets then you may as well just ask the shopkeeper next step any dramas he and his wife have heard."

Sweden immediately huffed, crossing her arms as Norway smiled wider.

"Although I heard..."

"Bitch the pot now." Sweden went back to her eager emotions, leaning towards Norway who only barked out a laugh.

Oh how this union was sure not anticipated although, against all odds, was pleasant.

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☞︎︎︎As to note a few historical inaccuracies:

-The common language of that time was french. Basically, it was what we consider as English in today's world. It was used as a linguistic tool for diplomatic negociations and agreements across Western European countries. English was also present but as Napoleon conquered more territories and, with the rise of nationalists, french was the main language to use during internationals exchanges.

-The treaty of Kiel and its signatures with its representatives happened on the 14th January 1815, as Norway was already an official part of the Swedish Kingdom. The main reason why the admission for Norway for this new decision was delayed was for the sake of the story. More drama let's say, despite the obvious lack of it.

-Unfortunately, I didn't found any informations concerning the fact that every nations who partook in the treaty of Kiel actually ratified it. For a matter of fact, it is certain all of them signed, other reculantly obviously, and the Norwegian war was the only concrete piece of evidence that there has been opposition to it. Aside, even Denmark only signed the treaty and that's the last time we hear from the country.

-I have no clue who was the swedish diplomat/plenipotentiary during that time so I just decided to keep his identity anonymous. Was it me being also slothful to not motivate myself enough to do researchs? Maybe.

-I've only realized now that the weather was inaccurate here so I decided, for the plothole, that this is set where climate change also happened in the North yikes.

-I couldn't bring myself to fully motivate myself into writing in a victorian like discussion for shit.

Look I'm finally starting to do professional one-shots. Albeit with a gazillion of inaccuracies there and there or a blink it and you miss it aspects of what actually didn't happened and was just fanservices or straight up lazy writing lol.

Anyway that's the last you'll see of me... For now. Working on other gazillion of incorrect grammar tissues that we call requests which I do appreciate but as previously stated numerous times before, speed is not my forte.

So I'll leave be and hope you have liked this one :>

Veloma daholo 🌺🥥

-Miranto

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A Plea for Hope as the Year Ends🕊️🇵🇸

As the end of this year approaches, all I can wish for is a moment of peace, even if just for a short while, to bring us back to our homes, to the memories and places that war has destroyed.💔💔

We simply wish to end this year with our loved ones🫂🫶, to feel the warmth of our homes that we have lost, even if only for one month. After that, the war may continue if it must. But as people, as families, we need a small pause to feel that we are still alive.

Today, we live in a small tent, with no safety or stability. Our little children, my siblings, and even the elders in family, we all dream of a moment of calm that gives us a chance to rebuild our lives—or at least to breathe life away from the sounds of bombs.

Your support means hope for us. It means a chance to survive, to find a safe place, and to rebuild the dreams that were shattered. We are asking for your help to raise funds to get through this crisis, to secure our basic needs, and to try to live with dignity.💔🥹

Any contribution, no matter how small, makes a big difference. The end of the year is a time of hope and humanity, and with your support, we may have a share of both.

Donation link:👇👇👇👇👇

https://www.gofundme.com/f/faydxu-help-mohammed

Thank you to everyone who reads, supports, or even shares this plea.

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#free gaza #save palestine #free palestine #i stand with palestine

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minimag1c · 2 months ago

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Fun fact: This was supposed to be posted on March

I think it's a bit late—

Anyway better late than never if we are lazy af like me lol

Road trip with da homies

Characters :

🇲🇬Madagascar|she/her (cis female/bisexual)

🇮🇩Indonesia|he/him (cis male/straight)

🇵🇭Philippines|she/her (cis female/demiromantic asexual)

🇲🇾Malaysia|she/her (cis female/straight)

🇲🇺Mauritius|she/they (demigirl afab/lesbian)

🇷🇪Réunion|she/her (cis female/bisexual)

Rodrigue|he/him (cis male/omnisexual)

🇸🇨Seychelles|he/she (bigender agab/pansexual)

🇰🇲Comoros|he/him (cis male/straight)

🇾🇹Mayotte|she/he/they (Genderfluid afab/straight)

🇹🇭Thailand|he/him (cis male/panromantic aceflux)

🇻🇳Vietnam|he/they (genderless at birth/abrosexual)

🇰🇭Cambodia|she/they/dragon (demigirl afab/unlabeled)

🇱🇦Laos|she/her (trans gtf/bi-curious)

🇧🇳Brunei|she/her (cis female/straight)

🇸🇬Singapore|he/him (cis male/straight)

🇲🇲Myanmar/Burma|she/he/they (Trigender agab/aromantic asexual)

Association of SouthEast Asian Nations/ASEAN|he/him (cis male/unlabeled)

Indian Ocean Commission/IOC|They/them (non-country at birth/aromantic asexual)

🇹🇱Timor Leste|he/they (questioning amab/hetero flexible)

Ships :

🇾🇹x🇹🇭

🇵🇭x🇮🇩

🇾🇹x🇰🇲 (past/only implied)

And others but they are just put on the side or barely mentioned

➪Warning : Excessive use of unfunny jokes. An attempt at chaos sprinkle with awkward attempt at humour that result into this kerfuffle. Enjoy while it lasts.

➪We listen and we don't judge (pls): I am the worst when it comes to- I don't know- car knowledge I suppose? Having a driving license is not something I look for and the last time my mom's husband told me to turn off the car, I scolded myself for the inside joke that I thought about it. So yeah, if the lexical field surroundings those engines here doesn't make sense, mind you I am fully aware of it and, unless if it's in downtown malagasy dialect, I have no idea what the words surrounding cars mean lol.

➪Request by

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"Can you check if we have everything we need please?" ASEAN asked to Indonesia who was holding a paper full of listed items and necessities. The Indonesian nodded.

"Alright then. Let's see what we have missed..."

Indonesia inspected carefully the note, pointing with his finger each word hastily written on the folder paper before finishing, satisfied, crumbling the fabric back.

"Yup, we have everything!" he said as ASEAN looked back and forth at him and the paper, frowning slightly.

"Is it me or did I just saw "RICE" written in red all over the paper?" The organization pointed out. Indonesia looked closely at it, squinting his eyes before shrugging.

"Don't blame me. Blame Madagascar. She's the one who's addicted with it, not me."

ASEAN raised an eyebrow, deadpan.

"Aren't you guys related?"

"The fact that she's my cousin doesn't imply anything." Indonesia raised his hands, defending himself. ASEAN pinched the bridge of his nose, mumbling to himself. At that sight, the Indonesian man couldn't help but snort a bit, elbowing the organization.

"Come on toots, you know that rice is really important isn't it? After all, you already know we are-"

"Asians. We all know it Indomie, no need to add some more." Another womanly voice butted in the two personifications' conversation. She only had one bright yellow eye, the other was replaced with a sun, shining lightly. She was holding herself by the roof of one of the van that parked, a metal rail that held and connect numerous luggages and bags from all sizes and colors, another woman with darker skin and shorter height speaking was on the other side. Philippines reached out from the side ladder of the van as she slid down smoothly to the ground, dusting her jean shorts before looking at her boyfriend, smiling a tad wider.

"Pretty sure everyone already know about this. Actually, no. The world know this! Am I right Ani?" The Filipina nudged ASEAN by the his shoulder, chuckling slightly at her joke.

Luckily for her, the two men followed as ASEAN rolled his eyes albeit a small smile was creeped up on his face while Indonesia snickered before speaking up again. "Yes I'm aware of that Fil."

"Oh my gosh you two are suuuure lovebirds over there!" A sudden loud voice made the three jump as ASEAN yelped when a sound of horn getting honked echoed all around a few centimeters radius.

Philippines turned her head behind hastily as she saw in another car, this time a smaller yet still large grey ford, next to their van, the front door opened widely. Someone with long curly black hair wearing a ribbon was looking at the three, smirking all the way while the dark skinned man next to them was facepalming, clearly ashamed and tired of Mayotte's antics.

"That's their ways of telling you guys that we need to speed up. Please." Comoros said adding slightly in a haste, raising his hands slightly before removing Mayotte's from the car's dashboard, much to the other's disappointment of wanting to honk again. "But that's okay. Take your time. You don't have to rush it out. Even Mauritius and Laos out there still haven't finished checking on the Ford there."

"You called me?" Said Mauritius asked out loud from her spot as Comoros shook his head, earning a hum from the latter. The Laotian next to the Mauritanian wiped her forehead, looking down at the displayed motor inside the Ford in question, squinting her eyes as if she could see better.

"... Uh. Okay. Yeah it seems that the motor is okay. At least from what I've seen." She nodded thoughtfully as her partner took their turn, mimicking the other's action, less that convinced but nonetheless still agreeing. Rodrigues went to give a help to his Reunionese sister as he went next to her who still clinged on the van's top, looming over to see if there was any ropes who weren't tight enough to hold onto the luggages while Reunion got down from the van, stretching herself a bit.

"Weeeell" The creole woman trailed down, cracking her back as she sighed in satisfaction before continuing."I think everything is already in there Rodrigues, no need to check in for now." She said, slightly shaking her upper limb as to wake them from the numbing minutes of holding onto a car.

"You sure?" Rodrigues asked, raising an eyebrow as Reunion nodded vigorously, raising a thumb up to her younger brother. Rodrigues felt a bit iffy before shrugging it off, trusting his sister's instincts.

Indonesia was still standing next to the van, now leaning his body on the vehicle, looking back and forth at his Filipina girlfriend who talked with ASEAN about everything and anything as his gaze darted towards as he spotted his long lost cousin, Madagascar, chatting livingly with Vietnam and...

Oh.

Of course.

How could he almost forgot Malaysia was also there too.

What a way to ruin his already neutral fragile mood.

Madagascar have actually saw him as well as she turned her head slightly, her senses have probably tingling behind her back. Her brown eyes lit up as the sight of her Indonesian relative as she approached him, ignoring his pinched expression almost mirroring the Malaysian's one except hers was less obvious.

"Hey Indo-!" The malagasy chirped joyfully, going towards him as her puffy ringed lemur tail swished slightly around, swiping the small rocks under.

Indonesia's sour face softened as he saw the other hijabi personification in question scrunching her nose in slight disgust at the southeast Asian. The malagasy girl seemed to get the hint on the long distancing tension between the two as she tried to brush it off by laughing slightly, albeit forced on the edge, nudging on her cousin.

"Come on Migoreng-" Indonesia couldn't help but roll his eyes at the lame nickname as Madagascar continued, grinning furthermore when she saw her cousin's face unable to not let a small smile in his own creeping out from his lips as she continued. "-I know you... Are really not fond with Malaysia I completely understand. But remember! It's a road trip between friends and relatives! Light up your mood a bit!"

The malagasy insisted before adding with a lower tone, squinting her eyes slightly as to watch with the best discreet expression she could do.

"Though if you really can't handle her... Just try and ignore her as best as you can. You two aren't going to be in the car anyway!"

Speaking of car, Comoros was the one to actually honk at everyone this time. Although, it wasn't to rush out anyone but rather just, right on time, recap their plan.

"Alright-" The Comorian started as he cleared his throat, fighting his urges to not slap Mayotte in the face when they asked out loud in such exaggerating way for everyone to listen.

"Hear hear everyone! For thy Lord had thout something to say-!" They didn't finished their mocking medieval English Esque accident that Comoros instantly smacked them on the head, earning a worthy cackle from the smaller island as he sighed before continuing.

"-As I was trying to say. It's almost afternoon and the road is still bumpy from the first few hours." He explained before trying to look up, above the van's roof before looking at everyone around. "Has everyone finished tidying up their baggages?"

Almost everyone agreed and nodded their heads as Comoros simply hummed before patiently waiting for the others to pack up their own belongings, him himself on his phone to check off his own list while Mayotte glanced at it in the most obnoxious ways, much to the Comorian's dislike but not uncomfortable moment.

On the meanwhile, Madagascar decided that it was the moment to actually urge a bit her own cousin. "Come on. Don't worry! Malaysia isn't going to join you in the same vehicle, remember!" She said quite optimistically and enthusiastically as she took his hand, much to the other's will but nonetheless let her as he simply chuckled slightly and rolled his eyes, following her behind.

You know what? Maybe she's right. It was just a road trip with friends and such. Singing around campfires, drinking and eating together, laughs and aventures.

Seriously! What could even go wrong?

[...]

Well, as you could tell, it has gone wrong.

Honestly, it didn't 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 went 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 wrong. Only it was so ironic how a simple detail could almost ruin the trip if not, in extreme case, kill you.

Let's rewind a bit, shall we?

After everything was done, baggages and luggages were checked, no one was forgotten for once and everything seemed settled, the two cars started up and thus the road trip was starting.

Finally! And it was pretty quick, it only took them the entire afternoon as they all departed by 6 pm!

Uh.

Anyway.

The first van included Indonesia, Madagascar, Laos, ASEAN, Cambodia, Vietnam, Myanmar and Rodrigues. Philippines was the one who drove in the end because, apparently, she had better driving skills and her driving license was legal enough.

She wasn't sure what they meant by that but she just hoped it wasn't an excuse to make her the one to get bawled out by the police first.

The second consisted of the rest. Comoros was the one driving this time, Mayotte at his side. With them there was Mauritius, Reunion, Seychelles, Timor Leste, Brunei, Singapore.

And, obviously, Malaysia.

Yep. Madagascar actually kept kept her promise and made sure her cousin wouldn't be with the person he despised.

But did she do the same with the rest? Technically uh...

Okay now back to the matters at hands.

During the whole ride, it was pretty much the typical van ambience you would see on social media and through influencers or vloggers who would have their phones or cameras targeting on someone's forehead.

Which was currently the case in Philippines' vehicle.

"Sir what do you have to say about it??" Vietnam said in a thick, mocking and hyperbolic journalist accent as he zoomed in on Cambodia's face. The Cambodian territory didn't even seemed that fazed from it as she kept laughing and discussing with Rodrigues. But then, she abruptly stopped and looked dead in the eyes of the camera.

"I like women." She said before going back to her vivid discussion.

Vietnam went silent before answering out loud. "... Okay!" Quite awkwardly.

"Are they really doing a fake interview there?" Philippines couldn't help but ask, an amused smile drawn on her lips while Madagascar was changing the music, to ASEAN's request and Myanmar's dozen off complain before drifting back off to sleep. The malagasy chuckled as a response.

"Pretty much yeah. Reunion really does have a bad influence on him." She added as the Filipina laughed alongside them.

Their own van was following Comoros' one who was faster but also needed check-up from time to time. However, the rest of the anthropomorphic countries didn't minded it and rather preferred a cautious driver than someone who would just dive in and hoped for the best during the whole trip.

Which was one of the many reasons why Mayotte was co-driving, not the main lead. And so was Madagascar.

Because let's be honest. We all have that one friends or relatives who just go there, head first and then be surprised when something bad happen.

I'm sometimes like this.

But since when did this even became a rant?

Maybe we should really go back to the story. We're going too far-

So yeah, during this moment, nothing really that big of a deal happened. Laos was asleep while music from the 80s was being blasted all over the speakers, much to Indonesia's eardrums bleeding at the loudness with people who could hear it from a miles radius. Rodrigues and Cambodia were talking about anything and everything while Vietnam would occasionally pipe along, chiming their thoughts on how long before an egg could be considered as overcooked or what if baby oil were made from the raw material.

Truly enticing.

But, nonetheless, they were all having a great time in the car, singing out loud or sharing snacks there and there, mainly mofo akondro made by Madagascar herself and golgappa that they brought from India herself.

And this was a really joyous atmosphere!

That was until a feral pig appeared out from nowhere on a turning road.

Well, technically, the animal came from the bushes that on the right but still, it appeared screaming and groaning in such abrupt manner even Laos slightly awoke from her slumber.

Before completely falling on the car's floor as Philippines widened her eye as wide as she could before braking and using her entire willpower to turn the steering wheel as to dodge it even if it was crossing the road at full speed.

Madagascar's screaming and Rodrigues' call of death was enough to put the rest of the passengers into a fit of panic.

A panic that only lasted for three seconds but it was enough for them to see their lives flash in front of them.

A heavy silence hung in the air as everyone in the car held their breath before Madagascar was the first to speak, completely baffled by the occuring events.

"Oay lelenke (oh fuck) what was that?!!" She said, baffled before Philippines's own adrenaline died out alongside with the pig's groans who went far away.

Still, the Filipina couldn't help but yell out loud, her voice still shaky. "Is everyone okay??"she asked, turning her head vividly behind to look around the car, checking on everyone.

No one spoke for a few seconds until Rodrigues did it first, his voice cracking slightly.

"I'm fine-?"

"Got hit slightly but aside I'm okay.." Laos sputtered out loud, Burma still dead ass asleep next to her.

"I think the mofo akondro fell."

"Letie (damn it)" Madagascar muttered under breath, already forgetting what happened.

[...]

"I swear you guys this pig just came out of nowhere!" Philippines kept repeating to Malaysia who merely smiled and laughed all the way through the story.

They all finally arrived in what seemed to be a clairière, a pretty thick but still not too dense forest. Mauritius, like the jack of all trades she was, alongside with her sister Réunion and Thailand were already setting in the campfire, Mayotte monitoring their partner's abilities to make a fire or at a ressemblance of it.

"I thought you could lit up a pretty bright light?" The mahorais asked, raising an eyebrow as Thailand shrugged, clearly too concentrate to actually acknowledge what they were trying to ask the following words as he proceeded to say out loud.

"The fire I used to make were used as a purpose to burn palaces or cause forest fires."

"Oooooh I understand." Mayotte nodded solemnly, them and the Thai completely ignoring the concerning glare from the two Mascareignes sisters.

"Well. At least the golgappa didn't fell off." Timor Leste couldn't help but let out a snort followed by a laugh when Madagascar glared at him, trying her best to clean with Indonesia and ASEAN the remaining banana stains and oil that was still stuck on the van's floor. Indonesia however followed in, smiling lightly as he rolled his eyes.

"But are you even sure that- this pig- well- yeah this pig- appeared out of nowhere?? We saw no shepherd, farmers, kids with sticks or whatsoever. Just fruit sellers on the road and that's it!" Brunei asked, still very much confused and lost, as she started to prepare the meat left in the small, portable freezer as Singapore helped her, bringing in the raffia basket full of ingredients and spices to season the food.

Laos laughed out loud at the Bruneian's incomprehension but, still, she understood why it was quite hard to believe. "Well. We were going through a slight high mound that had a pretty view on the foggy forest, maybe it wanted to take a peek."

The three chuckled at that, much to Singapore rolling his eyes, although still smiling, at the Laotian's at foremost tolerable joke.

Madagascar let out a deep sigh, cracking her shoulders and back from bending too much. Comoros was sitting on the driver seat of the car in question, texting Tunisia that they arrived safely at the camp in question. His malagasy friend couldn't help but peek slightly through the gap of the two seat.

"Still texting your wife over there?" Madagascar asked. Although no hint of true sarcasm was present, she was still smiling teasingly at the Comorian who merely hid his flip phone, raising down an eyebrow at her.

"The WiFi is low here so it does take a while. Even in my rural town you can still call." He then took a pause before continuing, squinting his eyes at Madagascar. "Hey, don't you have a whole car to clean out?"

The feminine anthropomorphic country merely rolled her eyes in turn, pulling out her tongue before leaving him alone, not before yelling out loud. "It's done but yeah I still have a few tasks at hand!"

Comoros merely let out a huff, still smiling softly despite all.

[...]

After what felt like eternity, everything was finally put in place. The one in charge of the food, at least the more vegan part, were Thailand and Brunei, sometimes Timor Leste was piping in with some recipes his relatives left him.

Madagascar and Indonesia, with the rare, occasional help of Vietnam, were doing the makeshift barbecue, which only consisted of putting a limbless grill on the fire while making sure the smoke wouldn't get in their eyes, the lemur lady frantically flipping an old calendar to make it go away. Although the seasoning process was the major part of their work.

Obviously pork wasn't cooked but there were some small part put aside specifically if anyone who weren't prohibited to eat it could cook on its own separate section.

"Aaaaalright–" Mayotte breathed out, almost entirely slumping her entire body on the lamba put on the floor, wrinkling it as Malaysia instantly tried to straighten it back up. Philippines just chuckled slightly at the attempt.

"Soooo what do we now know that the others are already cooking delicacies there?" Réunion asked, putting her hands on her crossed leg position, her gaze jumping around everyone who could fit near the quite bright campfire.

ASEAN shrugged, already wearing clothes comfy enough but not professional enough to be still called the representative of an entire organization, his horns, hooves and tail finally able to be seen fully. "What about a karaoke? Pretty sure everyone in this group could just grab a random stick and get all the way down the 60s' playlist."

"As much as I agree with this, I won't be able to even drink water tomorrow if we do that because of how hard I will scream." Mauritius brought in, shrugging slightly as she made herself a bit more comfortable on her own tree stump.

"What an innuendo..." Cambodia hushered before Mauritius slightly smacked her head, earning a "ow!" Before she got distracted by a butterfly passing by her head, her eyes already following the small bug flying around. Mauritius rolled her eyes slightly before continuing. "What I mean with that is that as much as I would love some singing without anything but everyone's melodic voice- I mean come on any passerby would think we're in a cult despite singing I kissed a girl by Katy Perry." She explained.

Philippines couldn't help but squint her eyes slightly. "But there shouldn't even be passerby, especially that hour, there's only us—" she started before getting cut off by a very excited Reunion who raised her hand frantically.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! I have an idea! What about horror stories??"

There was an awkward silence before Vietnam was the first to pipe in his opinion.

"Really? Of all things we can do in a forest at night, we're going to spook ourselves with stories that, although fictive, might be partially true and, knowing our luck, would stick it up our asses?"

"Really? Again with those innuendos??" Cambodia kept asking, genuinely confused but, unfortunately, almost no one paid attention to her request except Mauritius who merely shrugged her shoulders.

Vietnam then continued, putting their hands up as a sign of defense. "Don't get me wrong though. I do love some scary stories and I am a big fan of Reunion's story about Granmè."

"Oh thank you!" The concerned one said fondly, putting her hands on her heart as Vietnam shot her a returning smile before continuing. "But really? Doing that even though we're in the middle of the forest at night?? Nah that ain't it. That's literally how every god damn horror movie and videogames starts!"

"That was—quite the long thesis for just saying no in the end." Malaysia said, making a face before ASEAN widened his eyes in curiosity, titling his head slightly.

"Wait- what's that story of Reunion about Gran- gran who?" He asked.

Reunion instantly beamed before Mauritius and Vietnam both simultaneously sighed at the same time, the Mauritanian rolling their eyes. "Oh here we go again..." They muttered under their breath.

"See!" Reunion started dramatically, even standing up, startling Vietnam the slightest as she looked straight at the organization, who merely stopped widening his eyes. "Granmè is a powerful but evil and downright devilish witch that lived on the highest mountain of the island..."

Everyone surrounded by the campfire all groaned out in exhaustion at the story told umpteenth times every time the Reunionese had the opportunity to tell it.

[...]

"Alright. What is our shared ancestors' feelings about this nuts sauce?" Madagascar asked, leaning a bit her spoon full of oil on a small bowl while Indonesia pondered before responding, deep in thoughts.

"Put a few then I'll tell you when to stop." He instructed. Madagascar hummed before dumping in the oil in the mixture until Indonesia abruptly put his hands in front.

"STOP." He almost screeched as his cousin immediately followed the order and stood stiff as a marble. Indonesia mixed the sauce with his spoon before putting a few drops on his finger, tasting it. He frowned, processing the savory liquid before humming in approval, nodding his head vigorously.

"Yup! Just good as Neny's cooking! (Mom's cooking!)" He said energetically, earning a laugh of triumph from Madagascar who eagerly made an high five with him.

"Woohoo! Guess that I finally know how to make nuts sauce now uh?" The malagasy chuckled loudly before calming down a bit. Indonesia instantly nodded eagerly. "Yup! Only a few secret family recipes you need to discovers and you'll be as good as exotic Gordon Ramsay!"

"What a tasteless joke dude." Madagascar raised an eyebrow, making a scrunch before rolling her eyes, smiling at her cousin's antics. She stirred up her concoction slightly once again before tasting it herself, humming in surprise.

"Uh. You're right! It's actually good!"

"Okay now we just need Brunei and the others to finish their own seasonings and we can call people for barbecue!"

"Oh my god you have no idea how I'm starving right now–" Madagascar laughed out loud.

Indonesia chuckled and was about to reach out for his phone until he glanced down at the small table that was movable and foldable at the same time, processing for a moment before realizing what was amiss. He then frowned slightly.

"Wait- did Brunei said she would take with her the vegetables- like– the mushrooms-?"

Madagascar perked up at the question, titling her to the side as she started to chop off a few green pepper on her own. Her mirrored frown, however, trying to understand where he was going.

"Wait- we asked for mushrooms-??" She couldn't help but ask.

Indonesia felt that what would be said and happen after would not please him at all.

"Well yeah? It was for the meal with the rice in the first place." He explained but Madagascar only seemed to be even more lost.

"I don't think we have wrote this anywhere in any list?? Indo tena marina ah (I'm serious) I think no one actually remembered to bring mushrooms here."

It didn't took a while before Indonesia groaned out loud in resignation and exasperation.

"Jancuuuuk (Fuuuuuck) we forgot them-!" He lamented.

Madagascar, at first, didn't reacted until she sighed as well in complain, although less emotive. "Well. This sucks." She simply said, shrugging her shoulders slightly. For a moment, Indonesia simply kept mumbling under his breath even more complains as silence settled in before Madagascar eventually had an idea, finding herself widening her eyes at it.

"Wait... Isn't this a forest full of stuff??" She asked abruptly. Now that made Indonesia frown slightly in confusion.

"What the fuck do you mean by that?" He argued back but Madagascar continued with her reasoning, accenting each words.

"Listen- see, we are in a forest, alright? Not thick enough to be that scary but at least dense enough to have a varieties of anything! Birds? Probably. Fruits? Maybe? Bear? Let's hope not. Any kind of vegetation? Surely! Aaaand..."

"... We can maybe find mushrooms in here then!" Indonesia concluded as Madagascar beamed at his explanation before nodding vigorously. "Yes just like that!" She exclaimed joyfully.

For a moment, the Indonesian was excited too (was he really getting motivated with some shrooms? Maybe it's just because Madagascar's positivity was infectious who knows) until he faltered slightly, his puzzled expression coming back. "Wait- how can we even know what type of mushrooms do we need?" Then he added, suddenly realizing something a tad... Bothersome.

"Also none of us aren't experts when it comes to fungus. Don't you think it would be a bit dangerous to just venture there and fetch whatever they have there??" He warned, a bit cautious.

Madagascar, once again, just shrugged. "Well. Brown mushrooms should be enough and if it's not the type we are looking for, then we just let it go. But hey! We can still try!" She tried to look on the bright side, elbowing her cousin.

And, somehow, that was enough to convince Indonesia into her shenanigans.

With a complice smile, he made another high five with her. "Alright then. Lead the way."

[...]

Aside from a very focused ASEAN, obviously deep in Reunion's storytelling, everyone else were on their phone or either checking with Brunei the barbecue's progression.

"Gooood I'm soooo hungryyyy-" Laos lamented dramatically as Seychelles eyed her, raising an eyebrow at her play.

"Didn't you ate a handful of golgappa all by yourself a few minutes ago?" She asked, tone flat. The dragon hybrid shook her head, still pouting like a heartbroken princess. "I'm talking actual things to eat, not just some snacks." She corrected as the Seychellois rolled her eyes at her antics.

Meanwhile, Thailand stretched himself before putting back the now empty but clearly needed a wash mini freezer back in the car, ignoring the meat and seasoning oil that even reached his forearm as he merely shook them up, not removing it the slightest.

"Alright. Now what? We wait for Madagascar and Indonesia to finish their own sauce?" He asked, titling his head to the side while Brunei was washing her head with the help of Singapore who held the bottle. She perked at the question.

"Well. Why don't you ask them?"

Thailand raised an eyebrow.

"They aren't there."

"Really?" Now it was Singapore's turn to perk up as the Bruneian woman frowned at it.

"Damn it where are they now." She mumbled under her breath as Singapore noticed the traces of oil on Thailand's arms before he jabbed in.

"Hey man you have spilled a bit on yourself there." He said as the Thai looked down before humming in acknowledgement.

"Oh yeah. Gonna clean it later." He answered, knowing full well he wasn't going to do it.

[...]

"Hey I'm bored let's see if there's any weird stuff in the forest." Laos bluntly said into Vietnam's ear as the latter slightly jumped at the violation of private space. He frowned deeply.

"God damn it what's up with y'all trying to scare me to death??" He asked incredulously as the Laotian simply shrugged her shoulders.

"Maybe because there's something about you who really incite people to scare you to death??" Cambodia answered ominously, grinning like an unhinged Cheshire cat. Obviously, that unsettled Vietnam who merely pushed her away, clearly taken aback but didn't wanted to show off his emotions... Just in case.

The Cambodian only chuckled before widening her eyes, beaming. "Wait– Laos you said about seeing things in the forest??"

The concerned one in question blinked a few times before shrugging again. "I mean- yeah I guess? Honestly, I wanted to ask Vietnam first–"

"Can I come in too???"

"Oh yeah sure!" Vietnam said, clearly silencing Laos who could only widen her eyes.

"Oh you guys are talking about the forest?" Myanmar asked, this time making the three jump as they all looked up from their seats on the grass.

"Since when you stood there??" Laos asked out loud as the birmanese shrugged.

"Enough to let y'all know my phone was at low battery hence I decided to go around the campfire."

"Of course you would..." Cambodia chimed, earning a glare from them as she simply shot the other countryhuman a bright, even a bit sardonic, smile.

"Anyway. Heard you guys were going to discover the forest so yeah, can I join?"

Both Vietnam and Cambodia looked at Laos as the latter were about to argue. However, upon noticing the 𝘸𝘢𝘺 they were looking at her, the Laotian realized she didn't really had her word to say.

Sighing as she rolled her eyes, she eventually admitted.

"Fine. Let's go."

[...]

"—And ever since, we tell this story for children to behave otherwise they would die in guttural agony in the hands of this horrendous old hag!" Réunion concluded her story, her audience, which consisted of sleepy and already snoring people with ASEAN fully locked in the telling.

A silence of two seconds passed, in which the bonfire was dimly lit before Mauritius brought it back to a quite decent heat, as ASEAN finally muttered after he went out from his stunned like state.

"Well that was- wow."

"Please don't feed even more her ego I'm begging you-" Malaysia practically begged, frowning while still having her eyes closed. Meanwhile, Philippines was already dead asleep next to her, a thin line of drool on her chin.

Mauritius was playing on their phone, their gaze indifferent until they suddenly had an epiphany. "Guys let's see if there are any birds around!"

"And I thought that telling scary stories was a bore to you." The Malaysian accused, raising an eyebrow as Mauritius crossed her arms, glaring slightly at her.

"Hey! It's just I'm not fond of those kind of things in general but Vietnam was actually the one who criticized it!" She took a small pause before continuing. "In fact, that's not boring or whatsoever but I rather climb trees."

"Isn't Reunion also a type of bird too by the way?" ASEAN suddenly asked as the concerned one shrugged, nonchalant.

"If you say so yeah. I'd rather prefer the therm hybrid but—"

"Espèce de piaf va (You bird)" Mauritius snickered, earning a small shove from her sister, who also couldn't help but shot the other a small, teasing and affectionate smile.

"Anyway. It's just— uh wait hold on a second-" The Reunionese suddenly stopped, this time catching everyone's attention. Even Philippines stirred a bit in her sleep, grumbling. "Malaysia, stop moving please oh." She complained under her breath. The concerned one barely listened, only nodding.

Mauritius blinked a few times before she frowned even more.

"Has anyone seen Rodrigues??" The two Mascareignes sisters asked at the same time.

A heavy silence hung in the air as the question lingered around until Reunion slumped on the lamba, groaning out loud in exasperation. "Merde— (shit—) I knew I forgot something and everything was running too smoothly!"

"What is it again?" Brunei suddenly asked, washing her hands with the help of Singapore who held a bottle of undrinkable water. The latter also turned his head to look at the sitting group next to the, once again, almost dying bonfire. Mauritius was the one who answered first, her tone indicating this was not good.

"Rodrigues. Or, you know? Our really lovely, but God damn ingly clumsy, impulsive and always get in mud head first brother. Yep. We don't know where he went. No, no one knows actually- unless someone actually have an idea?" She asked the last part a bit of hope.

No one answered as she sighed and slumped back on her initial position, defeated.

"Well- just like what I've said. The same brother who, despite cute, is still a danger to himself so-"

"Maybe we can find him with you?" The Muslim country suggested as Reunion titled her head her head to the side, a raised eyebrow with her hands on her hips.

"Wait? You want to help us?"

"We having nothing to do except to wait for Thailand to come back from whatever the hell he is doing so we can start the barbecue." Singapore added, closing the bottle he was holding and putting it away.

"Oh.." The Mauritian simply said before getting up, stretching themself. "Ah- okay then. Come on!"

"Uh all of us?" Malaysia was about to ask until Philippines mumbled again, now laying herself on the lamba oany fully. "Mhm. Go on. I just want to sleep." She said half asleep already before dozing off again.

Malaysia couldn't really say no to be honest.

[...]

"Soooo... Is this the good one yet?" Indonesia asked as Madagascar crouched down to scrutiny furthermore the shrooms they have found near a mossy, old trunk. She scrunched up her nose, trying to get a hold of anything peculiar about the fungus.

It didn't took a while before she sighed heavily, shaking her head as she got up.

"Nope. Doesn't look like it." The malagasy admitted as Indonesia faltered in turn. Pouting a bit, he looked around, which weren't visible for it was already dark enough to be pitch black all around, no signs of actual light around except the now bonfire.

"Uh. It seems that they made a pretty big campfire there." Indonesia stated as Madagascar perked up and looked afar. She hummed.

"Oh yeah it's actually really big now! I didn't remembered they made one so... Shaky-? What the fuck-" Madagascar soon frowned, seeing the flames moving.

[...]

Back at the campfire, Thailand has accidentally set Seychelles on fire as he bumped her because, like the idiot he was, he didn't actually washed the very flammable oil he had on his upper body. An alarmed Comoros is trying to put the two out.

[...]

"..."

"... Meh! I'm sure they're fine! Come on let's see if we can actually manage to find a stew here!"

Indonesia wasn't that confident in the previous statement but decided to not say anything. Instead, he simply rolled his eyes and smiled at her antics.

"Sure, they're fine." He thought to himself, trying to convince that his worries were futile. "I mean. What could be the worse thing that could happen? Getting chased by a wasp colony? Getting hugged by a bear??" Indonesia quietly chuckled to himself. "Nah. That ain't it."

[...]

"HOW THE FUCK DID YOU MANAGED TO ANGER AN ENTIRE WASP COLONY???" Mauritius yelled at Reunion as the sisters, as well as Malaysia, were doing the run of their lifetime. An wrathful cloud of wasps flying behind them at full force, a daunting symphony of buzz and small wings flapping accompanied them as it went ominously close and closer.

Reunion was breathing heavily and rapidly, her still running legs growing sluggish despite how terrified she looked. She eventually answered between heavy breath. "I-i- I just thought-! Fuck– I just thought their home was part of the tr-tree-!"

"Hurry up you two or else I'm running alone!!" Malaysia screeched as the three women dashed even more, their screams meddling with the angry sounds of wasps.

[...]

"Okay now what the hell—" Burma whispered in shaky horror at the sight, Vietnam posting behind her in apprehension and fear.

A brow, fuzzy bear was sleeping heavily near a tree, clearing deep in slumber while rumbling out loud, all cuddled up against itself.

But also cuddled around a frozen Laos, too scared to do anything unless she wanted to end up in the animal's stomach.

"Awwww look at this little cutie!" Cambodia cooed, softly stroking the bear's fur, ignoring completely the way Myanmar was glaring at her.

"Cambodia-! What on Earth are you doing??" The Burmese whispered yelled at the Khmer as the latter kept stroking the animal's hair.

Laos only squeaked in fear when the bear hugged her closer.

[...]

"... Nah. They're better than that." Indonesia thought again as he tried his best to dodge any suspicious stains or bugs on the ground. "Well. Partially. They are still the kind of person to get stuck in a tree..."

[...]

"... How on Earth did you got stuck on a tree??" Brunei asked, completely dumbfounded.

She and Singapore managed to find Rodrigues but there were two problems:

1) Rodrigues, of all places, was found in a tree, completely stuck.

2) Somehow, just as they found their brother, Mauritius, Reunion with Malaysia also disappeared God knows where.

What a turnabout of events really.

The concerned on in question held himself tighter on the luckily thick branch he was on, his gaze flicking back and forth at the two other anthropomorphic territories present and the tree he was stuck in. He shakily shook his head.

"I-i don't know- I thought I saw something shining above and I went so now uhhhh-" He fumbled as Singapore sighed.

"You really are a bird are you." He said, deadpan.

Despite the fear, Rodrigues still managed to frown as he pulled out his tongue in defiance before yelping when the branch was about to crack.

[...]

"There there now, hibiscus, you're going to be okay-" Timor Leste tried his best to comfort ASEAN, rubbing his shoulder as he looked away in slight embarrassment. Meanwhile, the organization in question was ugly crying and sniffing loudly, his somehow now visible eyeliner raining down his cheeks as he hugged his knees.

What even happened to ASEAN you may ask? Well, when being an organisation, as cool as it sounds, comes with numerous issues all, in a way or another, related to identity crisis. Were organisations or the personification of representative groups just a hunch or their own person? Were they supposed to have all the traits of the country they represent? Or they were their own persona with restrains and-

ASEAN only cried even more. "What the fuck even I am anymore!" He lamented as the Timorese winced before rubbing again the other's shoulder.

Don't judge him. He was really crappy when it came to comforting people.

"... You want water?"

"I want to die!!"

"Aaaaalright then-"

[...]

Madagascar sighed heavily in disappointment, wiping her forehead before looking back at her cousin, finally discerning him.

"There aren't any of the fucking mushrooms we are trying to find in this god Damned forest." She grumbled under her breath as Indonesia hummed in the same disappointed tone.

"Maybe we should go back to the camp now-" He started but then Madagascar suddenly frowned and raised her hand, catching the other's attention.

"Wait- is it me or do I hear screaming?"

Now it was Indonesia's turns to frown. "Say what now??"

[...]

"Phew! Who knew running away from wasps would be the most efficient way to escape them!" Reunion said, triumphant with her chest boasted. Meanwhile, Mauritius and Malaysia were slowly dying, wheezing in catch breaths and barely standing, covered in dirt and sweat.

Mauritius glared at her sister, gritting her teeth.

"I swear to God Reunion, I'm going to kill you someday." She threatened. The Reunionese simply shrugged her shoulders, only glad that they made it out alive.

Completely on the verge of passing out from running out, which was Malaysia's case, but still alive.

[...]

"Good night my little cub~" Cambodia whispered in complete cuteness, still finding the sleepy bear absolutely adorable. The animal in question was now hugging a log that was wide enough to make Laos slip in it and out.

How the fuck did Vietnam, Laos and Burma managed to get Laos out? No one will ever know and this forever will be a plothole that even the writer would not be able to discern.

But, enough of that! Now, on the bright side, Laos was finally free from the bear's grip yay!

"It was about time-" Myanmar muttered to himself as Laos shakily shook her head, clearly traumatized by the experience.

"I'm never going to get sleepy ever again. Lesson learned." She swore, shivering a bit.

[...]

Rodrigues's yell was so thunderous, birds actually flew out of their trees, small animals on the ground scattering all around to run away from the danger.

But the worst is that it's not because after the branch he was on cracked, nor when he fell, nor when both Brunei and Singapore almost failed to catch him.

But when he was a small, thin spider crawling out of his face before Brunei slapped his face in order to get it out.

"Oh snap I'm sorry-!" She immediately apologized before the other countryhuman breathed out finally, now feeling extremely tired.

"No. Don't worry. The spider on my face was a valid excuse."

[...]

When Indonesia and Madagascar went back to the camp, the malagasy was the one who spoke first, a bit on edge.

"Okay. Who on Earth did-"

"Oh hey guys we were just about to look out for you!" Brunei said cheerfully, grilling one of the stick of zebu meat on the fire. Partially everyone was there, except a few who seemed to sleep in cars or on the lamba oany.

Both cousins were a but surprised if not so, puzzled and confused.

Thailand then spoke, wearing a light kimono to hide his arms before he tried to wave at the two. "Come on guys! Reunion is already serving anyone who's awake!" He yelled out loud.

After a silence, which wasn't so silent as Laos decided to put on her own playlist, Indonesia shrugged before going forward, not before saying to Madagascar. "Well. It must have been something else. Come on. They're all there and food is ready."

Madagascar was still trying to find a word but then abandoned. With a sigh, she followed the Indonesian as they all went for their makeshift and greasy dinner.

[...]

"... And all of this happened only during the first day?" Indian Ocean Commission asked, frowning a bit as they titled their to the head.

Mayotte nodded vigorously, serving him some coffee with milk. She shrugged nonchalantly.

"I don't know. I was asleep the whole time."

Moheli barked a laugh next to the organization who briefly looked at her before they drank on their own beverage. "Holy shit lesy (dude) that's pure gold!" She wheezed loudly.

Mayotte grinned. "And that's not even the end of it! The next day, our motor gave up and the guys who wanted to help us turned out to be a drug dealer who wanted to flee from the police-"

"Oay le (ow!) really???" Moheli's jaw dropped, banging her hands on the table as IOC perked up, frowning even more.

"Kozy le! (You're kidding!)" They screeched.

"And that's NOT EVEN THE WORST PART-"

And off Mayotte went with another ramble about her road trip experience.

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Sorry I got really sloppy lately. Final exams. My mother, my beloved Neny kely passed away and a bunch of hardcore stuff in general.

Anyway I'm back now and I'm trying

-Miranto

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Another chapter of you really didn't know coming right up!

Chapter five: never, ever look back!

Vaggie slumped herself almost entirely on one of the bar stools, leaning on the counter as she ran a hand through her hair, the other holding a shot of vodka. Today was like every other mundane one and yet the fallen exorcist felt more drained than usual. Was it because of the last exercise? Sharing something about yourself was a bit of a tremendous task if you weren't used to it.

Especially considering the whole argument that she and Charlie had months ago.

Somehow, despite the two who already knew that a couple's life would have ups and downs, mainly Vaggie, that one specific dispute they had still lingered around, haunting and taunting.

Was it because it was about her? Was it the fact that she used to be an exorcist?

Vaggie almost flinched at the realization. She was the one fucked up, didn't she-?

For her own defense, talking about herself, or just revealing anything personal in general, was never her forte. She really loved Charlie, more than anything. Really, Vaggie could freeze Hell itself just for her.

But, if she had to be realistic, the one who shared the most was always Charlie. If she has an idea for the hotel? The princess would say it right away. Any insecurities she has or family problems? It would take a few times but, eventually, she would confess to Vaggie.

Charlie was always the one who talked in the relationship and Vaggie the one who listened.

Charlie was the bright sun that would shine to anyone while Vaggie was the moon who preferred to be in the shadows and follow behind.

Charlie was the one who could admit, after a few times with herself, and assert who she was, something that she inherited from her father.

Prideful enough to divulge who she was and her own purpose in life.

A pride that, sometimes, Vaggie longed for.

Because she was a hellborn who wanted to connect with Heaven to save her people. And Vaggie was the exorcist who fell because she failed at her sole duty and goal in life.

Vaggie only had to do one thing and she failed miserably at it, making her hate herself even more for being so useless.

That feeling of self hatred she grew accustomed to.

But who was she before? Yes an exorcist, a murderer but before all things, she used to be a winner, a human soul. A young woman named Agatha who had parents that were constantly missing to the point where her aunt practically raised her, which was ironic enough because she owned an orphanage where Agatha would be at ease, probably because she also felt like an orphan herself.

Maybe that's why she joined the army? Exorcists, or at least the vast majority of them, either didn't have that many relatives who arrived in Heaven which explained some of their unhinged personalities, almost like Lute, or were heavenborns orphans that decided to enroll in.

Either way, aside from her edgy like past and the reason why she started to kill demons for no real... Holy like reasons, something else crossed her mind upon reminiscing Heaven once more.

The two people who also raised her and taught her values she still held now when she arrived in Heaven.

Naomi and Ruth.

These two women, Vaggie swore they were the reason why Heaven was truly living its name.

Aside from their perpetual devotion and worship for God, which sometimes made the latina woman uncomfortable, they were just the sweetest person Vaggie ever saw and had in her life, both when she was human and when she was a winner. When her days filled with training sessions and tiresome military tasks ended, Vaggie used to go to their house and sit with the entire family, laughing together while they would prepare some snacks either from their origins and even sometimes a few dishes from her own country, El Salvador.

That's one of the things she missed from Heaven. The way Ruth and Boaz would dance together in the kitchen while her mother Naomi would sing along. The way Naomi had always accepted Vaggie with open arms when she had a specific bad day with the exorcists or with her self esteem issues in general. The way Ruth cared for her and practically adopted Vaggie as her own daughter.

Because the fallen exorcist wasn't dumb. She hasn't seen her parents nor her aunt's name in St Peter's book and knew what happened next.

Now that she was actually thinking about it, Vaggie have never told them about her... Libido. Well, in her defense, she herself only discovered recently, in her fallen case, that she liked women, specifically tall, blonde and badass kind.

Very specific.

And the fact that in Heaven, although it was less strict from the last time Vaggie went back to the heaven's gates with Charlie that ended in disaster, Chasity was such a promoted virtue all around alongside with purity culture that really didn't helped her issues about hating herself furthermore when she realized that she wasn't "normal".

Vaggie didn't noticed she started to tighten her grip on her cup.

Another surprisingly good thing about Hell, which made it more a bearable place than the other realm aside from the free therapy which just consisted of bashing the shit out of any sinners passing by when angry.

which made it more a bearable place than the other realm aside from the free therapy which just consisted of bashing the shit out of any sinners passing by when angry.

Being gay or straight or whatever was something as simple as eating an apple. No one would really give a shit about what you were actually. Died as a loser, always a loser and that was it. No matter what ethnicity you were, AFAB or AMAB, tall, short or whatever. Once you fell, you were on your own and it was your turn to try and get your shit together.

And Vaggie was sure grateful that she stumbled upon this weird circus tent full of outcasts and the worst to the best, no in between, of the afterlife of humankind.

Or, in short, the Hazbin Hotel.

Now that made Vaggie think about something else, closely related.

It has been a while since she didn't felt any pain since she fell here.

Well. It was a vague and confusing thought if no one, which was true, knew what she was thinking about.

You see, the first few days for the ex exorcist in Hell were ironically the worst in her afterlife. I mean, her eye got gouged out in the most violent way possible as her wings were ripped in such a gruesome way she was almost ecstatic when they grew back. With a lot of pain and bubbles of blood coming from the gash wound but she was still ecstatic. And when Charlie found her the first time but didn't have any idea what the rest of her ache extended aside from her empty eye socket, Vaggie didn't want to make the princess of Hell know that she was an angel but got herself brutally maimed.

Which led to her biting her lips as to suppress her pain during nights, fighting for her entire being to not twitch over her back feeling as if her skin was melting and peeling like a rotten fruit with a thousand needles and nails trying to scratch it until it was red and swollen. Charlie, before she found out about her true identity, thought that Vaggie was a sinner who just arrived in Hell and instantly got mauled as the concerned one carried with this lie to cover up her burdens of fallen angel because she dared to show mercy.

How fucking ironic. Really.

But this pain in question wasn't just about a physical scale. The worst part was always the psychological sequels that followed after dich violence.

How many times have her thoughts turned back on her like everyone else in the exorcist army when she felt at her lowest already? How many times her heart ached when she looked up at the tainted glass window where Heaven stood like a light a moth without wings like her couldn't reach? How many times she felt like the worst scum from the three realm, wishing sometimes Lute have aimed at her hear instead of her eye? How she wished to tear off her own skin to remove this discomfort and unbearable, weightening feeling of disgust towards what she was and what she has done?

There were so many things Vaggie has done in the past and killing thousands of the same people as her girlfriend was by far the worst, to the point of self-awareness in the least satisfying way possible.

In fact, the ex exorcist really thought that this was actually the real punishment in Hell. Not the ripped wings. Not the look of disapproval Charlie gave her that time. Not anything else or rejection.

It was that haunting feeling of burden and molten lava churning her guts. The amount of terror, anxiety and anger she felt just mixed together to make her constantly feel at the bottom of God's shoe, if not crushed entirely. That feeling that settled in her insides like a vice, gripping at her remaining optimism or want to live fully, replaced with tremendous fear of nothing and everything. A sensation of feeling the only one who was left during the forgiving days of Christ when he died for the World's sins. A heavy weight put on her entire being that just numbed her in every way possible to the point where the constant joke that Angel Dust kept doing about her looking like a grandma because of her white hair and eyebags were partially true in a few aspects.

The feeling of being an outcast, the black sheep between depraved rams. The ugly duckling between ravens who have already been with each other for so long.

In a place of outcastes, Vaggie was still not fitting there.

And suddenly? Everything was gone.

Well. Not really actually. The white hair, eyebags, cranky attitude still stayed. Obviously.

But that weird, horrendous feeling of being nothing else than four limbs with wings, angry at everyone eventually died out until, gradually, Vaggie felt... Somewhat okay.

To put it in the best way she could do.

Vaggie wondered if it was caused after the fact that she had a new perceptive when it comes to what she needed to fight for. Love and strength to root for others instead of hatred and building revenge and thirst for blood. Or was it about something more mundane if not absurd? I mean, Vaggie thought herself actually feeling at home in this hotel, no matter the problems and pet peeves that everyone had, small or big and to the least obnoxious to the most annoying.

She felt... At home. A home with drunkies and broken parts but still a home. And Vaggie actually felt herself smiling slightly at it.

A home...

A broken one... Where eyes were everywhere...

W̷̥͝h̷͎͐̎e̶̲͕͡ŕ̸͈̦ė̷̱̉ e̶͕͎̕͠y̵̮͇͆e̴̳̚s̵̺͡-̷̯̽͆

Someone sitting next to her made her eye widen slightly, startled until she relaxed enough when Angel Dust spoke up.

"Hey toots, are you okay there?" The arachnid demon asked, swirling his own cup of whiskey.

Vaggie, at first, didn't look at him but guessed from habits that he was wearing his typical golden tooth grin or a teasing expression.

What she didn't expect however, when turning to face the porn star, was to see an actual, and somewhat, concerned expression and genuine curiosity, looking at her without any undertone of ongoing sex jokes about her name or whatsoever.

That destabilized Vaggie for a few seconds before shaking her head, not wanting to let those lingering thoughts getting all mixed up with her nostalgia.

"... I'm fine. Just thinking about the past a bit." She eventually admitted, not eager to make direct eye contact with the spider demon. That didn't made the porn star in question falter though.

"Uh yeah. I understand." Angel Dust managed to mumble out, loud enough for her to hear as he also looked away, quite awkwardly.

But this was nothing compared to the next following seconds of heavy and downright uncomfortable silence that settled on the empty bar.

Where the fuck was Husk anyway?? Just when Angel was finally available, the cat just disappeared. Ugh.

Thankfully, Angel was the first one to break the thin, somehow warm ice between the two as he spoke up, his tone still surprisingly hesitant. Almost... Vulnerable.

"Uh... Vaggie? Can I ask you something?"

The way he kept using her actual name instead of some variant of vagina or nickname close to innuendos really made Vaggie grow more concerned.

"Shoot." The ex exorcist simply said, with her trying to lean more on the bar as if to shake off the unusual conversation the two have, not filled with teasing or snarky compliments there and there with undertones. Just... A simple question.

Well. Even the simple question seemed to not make Angel Dust feels ever so slightly more comfortable.

For a moment, the gay spider hesitated before he spoke up, his voice fumbling on a few words.

"When you were like- you know- a angel- I don't know a chick with wings-"

As much as Vaggie appreciated that he actually tried his best to not be too straightforward since she still struggled a lot to accept the fact that she once used to be in the same team as those who slaughtered his kind in the first place, it was still making her uncomfortable with the implication, no matter how it was said or the metaphor. Nonetheless, she let him continue, swallowing her slight pump of anxiety stuck in her throat.

"Were you like- were you a winner, well the opposite of a sinner- a winner or... Wait. Was there even Heaven- born with the Big Man upstairs?" Angel Dust suddenly asked, his gaze clearly showing that he would likely bury himself alive in embarrassment if it wasn't true.

Luckily for him, Heaven Borns did exist.

"I never interacted that much with them." Vaggie started. "Only a few rare ones enrolled in the Exorcists' army. But, to be honest, don't be fooled by that. They are actually more annoying despite not being that much of assholes. They were already born in Heaven so they don't really accord that much attention to ethics as much as winners do." She explained as much as she could do, knowing that there were exceptions with the rules.

Like some hellborns being sweethearts. While heavenborns can act like absolute bitches.

"And you were-" Vaggie couldn't bring herself to let Angel finish as she quickly added, her voice almost wearing a thin tone of dryness.

"A winner. Well- used to be one I guess.." She quickly added at the end, almost regretting immediately when she felt more gasoline fueling the awkwardness between the two.

And, of course, Angel had to simply say an "Oh" before going silent again.

Just great.

Now Vaggie felt the need to ask in return what was slightly bothering her.

"Angel?"

"Yeah?"

"Not to be rude or anything but-" She stopped for a few seconds at her words, genuinely not wanting to feel like criticizing everything and everyone about everything they said. She was sometimes judged for it, that's why. Biting her lower lip slightly, she chooses her words carefully before continuing. "-I don't think you really want to know my past or- whatever it was linked with it." She tried her best to explain.

Vaggie saw for a brief moment the flicker of uncertainty that went past Angel Dust's gaze, the slight bite of his bottom lip indicating more than just barely hidden uneasy. However, the spider soon plastered back hus usual grin on his face, leaning on the counter.

"What? I can't ask and be curious about my favorite vaginectomy's life?" He teased on.

Vaggie merely deadpanned at him, raising an eyebrow, clearly seeing through his tough and flirty guy persona.

And she was right about it for the pornstar, during a few seconds, didn't yield but soon let go of his facade before slumping slightly on his chair, groaning slightly in resignation.

Damn Husk for passing down his knowledge on how to read him like an open book.

"Alright you won." Angel complained, mumbling under his breath as Vaggie couldn't help but smile, triumphant.

"I knew it."

At that, the taller demon rolled his multiple eyes, now a playful smile appearing for a brief moment before he made himself comfortable on his seat.

And, after a meaningful silence, he spoke.

"Actually, I wanted to know if- you know since you're– you used to be winner and all of that, maybe- I don't know- maybe you knew a girl named Molly?" He asked hesitantly, although a hint of hope was glistening among.

Unfortunately, much to Vaggie's own disappointment of not being able to help someone, she shook her head.

"Sorry- I have no ideas who she is." She said truthfully, feeling more down upon realizing that this "Molly" must be someone really important for Angel Dust for him to falter down instantly, frowning deeply as he mumbled under his breath.

However, before he could actually say anything else, the two hotel's residents got startled when they heard the voice of the princess of Hell out loud, screaming in both delight and surprise.

"HOLY SHIT VAGGIE GUESS WHAT—" Charlie said with a screech.

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Something that Lucifer loathed the most was to be forever alone.

But wasn't he already doomed to be this way from the start? That fear was ironic, if not almost pitiful and downright pathetic.

How the mighty really have fallen. Him, the Morningstar, the bringer of light, one of the first original virtues and archangel ever created, He who created and settled down the seven rings and ruled Hell with the first woman who became the current most powerful sinner known to anyone.

And he lost all of that prestige in a snap of fingers. From a Gran throne to a desk, excluded from everything and with only vision which were rubber ducks.

What a fucking pathetic thing he was. Really.

And somehow, despite loathing those incessant thoughts that plagued his mind, they kept him company, a parasite that made sure he wouldn't feel alone again, a leech that was not going to leave him alone, even if Lucifer would be the one who die first.

Because, in his mind, being alone was worse than a million spears piercing his celestial body.

As he gazed from the highest balcony of the hotel, the king let his thoughts linger and wander around, his absent look clearly showing his state of nostalgia or reminisce.

The Garden of Eden.

The golden pillars of his home.

The white and gold tones of Heaven and the small laugh of his youngest siblings, in their glistening robes, playing hide and seek or other games that soon human children would do on their own in their turn.

Jophiel’s cute as button face.

Camael's radiant personality.

Uriel's outstanding intelligence.

Azrael's ability to calm even the most stressed seraphim.

Gabriel's optimistic attitude.

Raphaël’s curiosity.

Michael...

Lucifer shook his head vividly, somehow feeling an unwanted and uncanny shiver going through his spine at the thought of his twin.

But why—

"Well. Isn't that oh so our gracious king I see there moping around?" A familiar, static and sarcastic voice rang out, startling Lucifer the slightest.

However, he really wasn't in the mood to bicker or try and pick a fight with Alastor of all people right now. Not when he was feeling miserable. Not when he was at this close of either burn down the nearest building, rip off his arms and wait until it came back or just dig a hole and bury himself inside for forever.

So, instead, he simply stood still, turning his back at the Radio demon, his wings still droopy and head slightly hung low, staring off into the distance.

Unfortunately, that didn't seem to convince Alastor who merely scoffed at the king's attitude, earning a low growl from Lucifer.

"Charlie was actually getting worried." The deer started, his tone getting sharp with his grin. "She thought that you're going to disappear for another 6 months. Really putting the stress on your beloved daughter." He cackled at his own words, watching in delight when he saw Lucifer's grip on the rails getting tighter.

God damn it, where was Samael when you actually needed him to go away from the real world??

It took a lot of his willpower to not add more fuel to the fire, feeling a migraine coming in as he eventually rasped out, loud enough for Alastor only to hear.

"I will talk to her directly later. Now go away." Lucifer almost spatted, going straightforward, hoping the overlord would understand his tone and words combined.

But, apparently, Alastor decided to be the little shit now, despite being the same height as a fucking building for imps.

"Oh? Is that so?" He quipped in, even daring himself to step forward, his smile getting somehow tighter as his eyes squinted in almost disgust if not downright superiority and Lucifer, despite all, felt outraged that a sinner thought himself above the king of Hell.

Alastor then stopped trying to grin too much. Still, a mocking smirk was plastered on his face. "Is that actually a promise?" He continued, before mindlessly looking at his nails. "Or it's just an excuse to go away from your duties once again? Neglecting everything as a king–" Lucifer clenched his fists in anger at the taunt but what the other man said.

"–And even as a father! Pretending to care about your dear daughter—"

"Ÿ̵͉̗͕̤̯͈͈̣̿̽̀͑͘̕ǫ̵̛̛̬̱̘͛͛͗u̷̡͍͎̅́͟͜ͅ k̷̺̦͐̂̉̀̚̚͠ę̵̦͔̾̓̓̀̀̆̊̐e̸̟̭͈̯̪͍̹̺͑̀̽̔̅̀̑͒p̵̧̡̪̙̫̖̜̌̐͟͝͡ C̷̛̜͔̪̼̺̀̌͆̆̓̕͡h̶̲̱̩̘̤̻̞̻̍̄̔̔̀̚͝á̵͚̫̹̪͕̝͆͟r̴̡̤͇̯͓̆̐͆̈́͆͊l̶̡̻̭̲̦̖̽̐ị̶̖̎ȩ̵̝̙̞̿̈̎͛͠ o̷̖̳͎͕̞͊͒̀̿̇ͅu̴̞̠̱̗̙̒ṭ̴͐̑̆͌̈͠͝ ô̸̺̕͝f̴̣̺̼̱̈̚ t̵̢̬̰̠̦̟͐̃̅͘ḩ̴̩̟̠̣́̈i̸̢̜͚̫̪̍̀͑̌͊̅̕s̶̥̉̂͌̌̚͝͝ y̷̧̯͍̖̮̞͕̌́̿͌̐̔͡ŏ̴͖̩̓̈́̕͝u̷̡͚̲̼̖̤͛͂̔̿͂̑̏͟͝ B̴̟̦̞̠̤̈́͂͝İ̵̼̪̐T̶̟͉̜͈͆̅̑̀̚C̵̦̜̋͛̅̅̓Ḧ̷̛̹!̸̟͈̔̆͑̉̐̒͠͠"

The king howled out loud, finally facing the deer demon, his eyes glowing red with his teeth gritted in contained emotions.

And the fact that Alastor's smirk didn't bulge away only annoyed him furthermore.

"Oh? Did I strike a nerve?" Alastor said as a matter of fact, clearly enjoying this. Normally, Lucifer would argue back or reply with a snarkier insult but these last few days were really taking a toll on his physical and mental health, despite being literally the fucking king of an entire hellish circle.

"No." He said hastily and abruptly, even making the radio demon take aback. Lucifer took one step closer, jabbing an accusatory finger at him.

"Are you even there on Charlie's behalf or you came here just to fucking annoy me??" The king asked coldly. Despite the circumstances, Alastor couldn't let himself be seen as somehow intimidated by the Sin's sudden outburst.

Scoffing, the sinner rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. Wait- didn't the dude actually have a radio stick or whatever his weird shit was–?

"I think your answer is already clear your majes—"

"𝘼𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘��𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝘼𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧." Lucifer cut him off, almost spatting his request.

He barely noticed how a small inch of Alastor's shoulders flinched at the order nor the gradual shift of realization or even surprise seen his crimson red eyes.

Lucifer couldn't care less.

"You know what? I'm gonna see her. Now." He said abruptly, stomping his way back to the hotel, shoving Alastor out of the way, on purpose or not no one knows, his horns already appearing but soon shrank back on his skull, not wanting to escalate himself into something else.

Once again, ignoring the indescribable gaze of Alastor who trailed down his back, his smile shaky and yet sharp.

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It was either that or they would let this irksome deer continue his horrendous taunts.

How dare he insult Samael in such way?! He was the first fallen angel and now the king of Hell! Who did this worthless sinner think he was!

No one should even speak to Samael except them á̴̤̙̯̩͝n̸͉̥̬̈́̅͑͝d̸̨̯͓̝̞̾ ò̶͔͖̐́ͅǹ̶̳̈́l̶̛̞̾̅͠͝y̸̹͍̼̭̒͘ t̸̫̳͋͆͊͌̿h̸͇̘̹̗͒͋͝ë̷̖̭́͒̿͑̿m̸̺͍̗͍͙͗͝ a̴̦͖̋͗̈́l̷̨̝͇̅ȯ̶̡̲͖n̴͇͖̬͎̐̑̀͋e̶̯̚. They were still kind enough to let this scum even be near Him even though He already said numerous times He said He despised this sinner.

And now they completely understood. This petulant parasite needed to pay!!

Í̴͍̱͖͟ẗ̶̨̼́͐͠ͅ'̵̠͙̜̩̱͋͒̽͐s̶̰̦̮̞͚̾̚ t̸̻̼̥̻̱̆̈́͠h̶̺̓̈́̇e̶̥͌̏̉͡ o̶̪͔̝͌̚ṅ̷̖͉͒l̶͖͛͌̀̂y̷̖̣̼̒̈́̒̂͒ w̶̫͔̰̲̲̾͘͡͡á̶̖̞͇͌͑̕̚y̸̳̩̝͊̾̆̀.

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"How is Emily doing?" Esther asked, putting down her cup of tea on the table of the meeting room. Sera was halfway her own until she immediately frowned deeply, gripping the china slightly.

At first, the head of the seraphims wanted to talk with Esther, knowing the liege was alors known for being a good confidant. Emily was mainly the one who sought the Jewish queen the most, whenever she needed to think a bit or when she was tense because of work at the Heavenly court.

And now, a new case just appeared in Emily's schedule when she would visit Esther: When she clearly didn't want to deal with Sera.

Well that made her celestial heart clench at the acknowledgement.

So now, her curiosity took a hold on her as she decided to see it herself and invited Esther herself for a small talk in the meeting room where she and Emily would sometimes share drinks, discuss about lastest changes in the constitution or, in the rarest times, would bring up daily life subjects if worse gossips.

Despite Sera thinking that she should never do any such thing. She was a being of light after all.

But what she didn't excepted, and obviously didn't wanted, is to get a lecture from someone who once was made from clay instead of comfort her, the ɦɨɢɦɛʀ ɮɛɨռɢ.

Sera blinked a few times, feeling a shiver down her spine.

"She's... Still trying to process it. But overall she's okay." The seraphim finally managed to say.

Esther eyed her with suspicion.

"Uh uh. Emily is still trying to process it even if it has been almost eight months since she heard the news." She argued back.

Sera's blood started to boil slightly at the jab.

"For someone who used to be a human among many others, you're permitting too much when you speak." She gritted out as clear as she could, ignoring the confused expression from the other woman's face before it reverted back into a somewhat neutral one as she crossed her arms.

"If I actually wanted to boast, I would have already screamed multiple times that I was the queen of Jews who saved her own kind and whose history is in the sacred texts." The liege in question argued back before returning the fierce glare Sera gave her earlier.

"And stop trying to change the subject. We both know the reason why you called me in a place only dedicated to seraphims."

Sera instantly froze at the commanding tone before her jaw tightened, already bracing herself for what was about to come.

Partially.

"Those... Solutions were harsh but it was that or Heaven itself would be in danger." She defended herself, quite agitated and to add it, the way Esther was scrutinizing her physical appearance.

"Was there really no "solutions" to protect Heaven to the point you had to resort to violence?"

"It was either that or Hell would take advantage of us." Sera answered quickly and quite hastily, betraying her growing conflicted feelings. Esther even noticed her fists became tighter, shaking.

"Hell surely has its own hierarchy. It can't be just some kind of wild pit full of thorns and blood, limbs hanging out-"

"And what do you even know about Hell?? Whatever sinners are, they are still ruthless, murderers and the worst of what humankind has become!"

Esther knew Sera's own inner emotional turmoil was getting the better of her and the queen knew she should stop herself here and now. However, there was something at the back of her mind, a voice, an instinct that was keeping her from restraining her own thoughts.

Sera called her for a reason after all.

"The Heavenly council is there for a reason, seraphim. And, considering your own protocol and way of working at the hierarchy, isn't it better to actually address your concern surrounding Hell's uprising?" She suggested calmly.

Even if her whole body tensed up when Sera slammed her hands on the table.

"And I actually tried to do this but I just couldn't! Why did you think I would reduce myself to using such cruel solutions?! Killing thousands of people and blood constantly on my hands?!" The seraphim lost her temper, her celestial eyes appearing as her six wings unfurled behind her as a display of intimidation or anger.

"But why—"

"𝙉𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙!" She bellowed, numerous voices all echoing at once. Her angelic form slipped in and, for a fraction of second, Esther actually felt herself flinching at the powerful display, looking up at the seraphim with bewilderment.

But before the discussion would have escalated quickly into something much more severe, Sera seemed to realize what was happening. Her eyes around and on her face widened in shock and slightly horror at what she had just done. Slowly, but surely, her celestial body retracted itself until she was back into her usual form, her hands shaking at the ωяαтн she just emitted.

With a heavy sigh that seemed to sound like a painful cry, she slumped on the table, putting her hands on his face as she shook faintly, still in shock.

Esther still sat on the opposite side of the furniture, her own expression showed her conflicted feelings about what just happened.

Then, with a quite shaky grip, she stood up, her voice as calm and controlled as she could do. "Your trial still hasn't happened yet thus you can still ponder and meditate about the choices you have made or what you exactly want to tell me."

She took a pause before continuing. "Until now, I think the best for you is to let you deal and manage with all of this."

"You can always talk to me, whenever you're ready..." Esther muttered under her breath, hoping and at the same time not that Sera heard her as she walked away from the meeting room, gently closing the door behind with the still shaken up seraphim, alone.

Unfortunately for her mental steel, as soon as she was alone in the blue navy corridors and golden motifs of the building, Esther instantly collapsed. Sitting quite violently on the carpets, she rubbed her face and groaned in exhaustion with even a bit of concern, the small dispute also took a toll on her.

This was getting seriously bad.

Esther wasn't a heavenborn and let alone as old as time just like Seth but she was around enough to know what happened eons before the dawn of humanity even appeared. The rebellion, the archangel Samael, the fall of the watchers–

No. Sera would have a trial. Despite being a higher heavenly being, she will be judged and sentenced.

Sentenced for war crimes, diffamation and keeping secrets against Heaven.

And knowing how the holy realm, although ρєяfє¢т, was very strict when it came to rules and Esther feared for the worst.

Because the scheme was repeating itself all over again: an angel gets higher in rank, starts to cross their own lines of morals and drift from the right path, goes against what Heaven has been trying to achieve. Only in the end to end up in the same fate, the darkest pit of their own demise.

Esther shuddered at the thought. This realm has already lost too many of its people, the liege couldn't bring herself to let this happen again, even if she was a simple winner compared to the load of seraphims and thrones that constituted it.

The archangel of wisdom, Uriel, included.

"Sera, I hope you have a few cards up your sleeve for this." The biblical queen whispered to herself, clearly worried for the head of seraphim.

Sera had to win this trial or else the heavenly realm would go deeper than the seven rings and Esther's guts were telling her that this would only get worse the more time would go on.

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"Heeeey uh Hank–?"

"Husk."

"Oh right yeah. Husk." Lucifer fumbled already, toying with his sleeves as the cat bartender was minding his own business, reading a book on the bar counter. The king coughed up quite awkwardly before continuing.

"Have you Uh- have you seen Charlie, by any chances?" He asked.

However, before Husk could even assimilate the question, a familiar, chirping voice rang out.

"Oh dad you're there! Hey!!" Charlie said enthusiastically. That made her father jump a bit startled as he looked at her, chuckling more fondly. Lucifer also noticed the way Vaggie was bregugindly following behind, her body tense as she looked everywhere except the Morningstar.

Now that picked the Sin's curiosity.

"Char-char! I was just looking for you!" The king answered with equal enthusiasm.

Charlie grinned even more, even jumping on her own place. Someone was VERY happy today.

"And I was also looking for you! Eek!! Dad I have BIG news! And good on!!"

Lucifer didn't even had time to answer his daughter that she announced the so called joyful news.

But, unfortunately, it wasn't at all, at least for him as his blood ran cold at the aveu.

"We are going back to Heaven! They are now interested in our project of redemption and invited me and Vaggie to talk about it!" The princess was almost vibrating with joy, even Husk slightly flinched at how loud she was but was still deep focused in his book.

So that's why Vaggie seemed so uncomfortable.

"O-oh- Well- that's Uh- great! Duckling it's so good that y-you got invited!" Lucifer managed to grit out, outside.

But, inside, he felt his stomach drop at the knowledge. Charlie was going back to Heaven again. And, this time, they were the one who wanted.

Precisely.

About something that concerned all of them.

Just her and Vaggie.

He didn't knew if it was him or Samael who was speaking in his mind but, either way, for once, the two have agreed on one thing.

"Fuck. This isn't good.”

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Chapter III of my countryhumans survivor au oh wow

Chapter III: Ilay Ampinga

The chapter that was supposed to be the second half of the last one woohoo!!

...

Aaaaand another fun fact, this was supposed to be the first part of chapter 4 or 3 I don't remember anymore-

Okay. I have to admit it. The reason why they all seems so paced is because I've started the structure in 2022 and, throughout the years, I've gained experiences and inspirations from others which alter what I've written before thus, even if the story already have a scheme, chapters' division are a mess now thus it's a bit tricky to actually write it from paper to phone.

Also.

I suck when it comes to fighting scenes.

Uh. Who wouldn't have thought it.

Anyway-

Tw: Sexual harassment, implied attempted sexual assault, physical assault, blood and injuries.

And may I also add as well that chapter (and maybe the next following ones) would be very short.

⚠️Reminder that I don't support any of those. I'm only writing it for the sake of the story.

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"Well. It's official. I hate humans even more now." Palau's voice rang out in the putrid air, his tone betraying his annoyance and anger.

Tuvalu's anxiety, on the other hand, skyrocketed to its apogee when he and the Palauan were stuck here, on an unknown dirty land and people who were similar to living dead, glaring at them from afar as if they were the worst scum in the world.

If we could even still call this inferno a World, vernacular speaking.

Palau seemed to realize that his partner was having a hard time on his own as they frowned albeit this time it was because of the other Polynesian country's erratic breathing and bulged out eye.

"Tuvalu-? Are you okay in there-?" They couldn't help but ask despite the obvious.

Sait Tuvalu suddenly snapped out to reality once more before slightly shaking his head, trying to shake away his own stressful thoughts.

"No no It's just- god dammit. Why did he decide to leave us like that-" He eventually admitted, the aveu being only a small portion of the amount of negativity he actually felt, running a hand through his hair.

The other concerned polynesian country slightly widened their eyes, if we could even say it in that way, as they couldn't help but wince in empathy.

After all, once again, Tuvalu wasn't there for decades, already presumed and officially dead by the radars. It wasn't a surprise if he didn't catch on to the recent grim events that occurred in the two Worlds, either in Neo Pangea or in the more human favored one.

And if he felt so upset when it was just concerning one human or even when Palau talked to him about what we do to countryhumans now, it was better to not let him know about the rest, whenever it concerned about primes or the gruesome fates of the captured countryhumans.

For now.

"He's a poacher who kidnapped us and tried to sell us, like vulgar items. Of course he would act that way." They tried their best to comfort except, at the end, it seems more as if they wanted more to trash talk about Setra himself rather than trying to see a brighter side with all of this.

But, in his defense, what was even the point of looking on the bright side when everything was going against the two of them because of what they are?

Speaking of which, the Tuvaluan's already scrunched expression got deeper as he mumbled under his breath, something among the lines of "Of course why did I forget this."

To be frank, Palau couldn't really blame him for that. It was hard enough to live in this dehumanizing environment of greedy and desperate perverts as a whole and when one of your limbs is missing or your face was half cracked, it just gets worse in every sense of it as you would be more prominent and vulnerable with mental issues rather than physical ones.

Palau was fully aware of this fact, him who witnessed and suffered from it too many times.

Slightly shaking their head, the Palauan however decided that it wasn't probably not the time to get lost in their own poisonous train of thoughts or resurging old, painful memories as for now, there was one priority that was taking more place in their mind than anything else.

"But anyway. Enough talking about this asshole. I think right now we should stick with each other and- maybe try and find a safe place to stay a moment here? Mainly because we don't really have a choice right now."

Security. The main concern right now of all things.

Tuvalu perked up at his words before pondering about their plan before shrugging slightly, his slumped position betraying a sense of tiredness already.

"I mean. Yeah. You're right. We should find our way here in some way or another." The Tuvaluan then turned his head to look around, specifically behind him, also as if he was contemplating the eery and sad, gloomy scenery that was presented in front of him: the polluted, lingering air that reassembled more like thick lines of fog and smoke, the horrid smell of rancid and rotten fruits mixed with piss and, to Top it all off, the empty, desolated place only had a few people present, five at maximum, and all of them, even the baby, seemed to glare at the two.

Which gave Tuvalu a vague idea about what and who were the people that they were going to meet here, whether intentional or not.

Palau seemed to catch on what he was seeing and what he was thinking as they nodded, solemn.

"Couldn't have thought it better."

And with that, the two held hands, just in case if anything dire happened, as they headed off to the unknown, not without spending five minutes on removing the trash that laid below them.

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The housing part with more malagasy people didn't make it better.

In fact, Tuvalu felt as if he was an exhibit except the viewers were d e f i n i t i v e l y not pleased to see him nor Palau.

It was almost full at night when the two arrived in what was similar to a small, rural town with narrow streets and grocery stores almost everywhere except they only sold vegetables or a pack of dried noodles that had surely expired out for more than a decade. The candlelight was in poor conditions as they were barely able to make each face discernable which only accentuated the eerie atmosphere as humans felt more as if they were ironically living dead, roaming vaguely without any goals rather than functioning people.

That comparaison made Tuvalu shiver, feeling a sensation of hot iron pushing his insides.

"Keep your head low." Palau instructed, his voice barely audible to anyone who would pass by their conversation. Even the Tuvaluan had to bend over slightly on his side to actually discern what they were trying to say despite the two being on almost the same height.

"What did you say?" He asked.

"They are most likely wary and suspicious of us because of who we are or whatever. Either way, try your best to not get attention on yourself. We've got enough there already." Palau explained furthermore, glaring to the side of a passerby who looked at them as if they killed a dog and ate it in front of the humans.

Tuvalu scrunched his nose at the interaction, nodding absently at his close partner's words although he made sure he would remember it.

Instinctively, the polynesian country held on the Micronesian country's hand, their fingers intertwined together, his gaze as tense as his whole body. Said Palau widened their eyes but didn't pull away. In fact, they held tighter on the Tuvaluan as well, as a way to reassure themselves.

The more the two walked through the streets, trying their best to not make eye contact with anyone, the sadder and more depressing the view was.

The pavement on where they walked had so many holes and cracks it looked like those American movies who were talking about those poisonous, mystic plants that invaded Earth again. It didn't help that a few sprouts and dried up green were seen. A raw, disgusting and thick smell of litter with blood, piss and iron was permanent, which only made the two anthropomorphic territories more reassembling as outcasts for the local population was already used to this air, full of parasites and illnesses. Naked and malnourished children were playing, running around as girls that barely seemed to be thirteen years old were getting hit and touched by older white men, looking hungrily at their already and alarmingly thin body. A faint sound of a broken radio was heard not from afar, a protestant sermon playing on it while drunk homeless people were laughing out loud, slamming either the table or cursing out loud for the whole world to hear.

"So this is what remains of humanity-?" Tuvalu asked in his head, not sure if he would feel dread at the disturbing sight or be disappointed in him, or the world what did he even knew anymore, for this kind of view was already familiar to him when he used to visit Papua New Guinea.

Used to.

That choice of words made his heart clench.

However, that bitter taste in his mouth and the tightening sensation inside was soon overshadowed when he heard someone whistling at him.

"Eh manja kely ah. Aona ki ndry? (Hey beautiful. How are you?)" One of the wasted men in question asked out loud, an egocentric and annoying smirk clear on his face. His own body was similar to those skeletal children except it was a stretched and more demonic looking version of the body type. He was shirtless and only wore pathetic, thin pants that barely reached his angular, deformed hip. His crooked and creepy smile only got wider and gross as Tuvalu instantly froze like a deer in headlights, his blood bubbling in indignation at the catcalling while at the same time drain from fear and disgust.

However, the drunk madman seems to be more interested in Palau who realized the situation and instantly turned hastily on his back as firmly gripped Tuvalu's arm, going away quite frantically. Unfortunately, the predator didn't seem to acknowledge his rancid behavior as he got up, not without stumbling and almost collapsing on his plastic table.

"Oh ry kala kely a! Maninona no miavonavona be otrany Izany ndry?? (Little minx! Why are you sulking like that??)" He insisted, catching the attention of other underaged prostitute who looked at them briefly, wondering why they bothered resisting before going back to their usual activities.

The Palauan tried his best to ignore him as they went a tad faster, Tuvalu clumsily following behind, hearing a muttered "asshole" from his partner. That didn't help the fact that he felt an intimidating presence just behind him.

And that's only when he realized that a few of the idiot's friends were trying to chase after them.

One of them harshly gripped his shoulder in such a violent way the Tuvaluan almost thought it snapped on the place.

His stiffing and swallowing wince obviously didn't go unnoticed by Palau who, this time, reacted as their already irritated expression became worse as they instinctively let go of Tuvalu's hand to shove aggressively the other man away.

"Ke mluut a melanges ua ngarang mengesengsangang?? (Can't you see you're bothering him??)" They suddenly snapped at them in his native language, facing the now small gathering of around four people who were clearly taller than them. Nonetheless, they held their heads up. Tuvalu, on the other hand, muttered under his breath, his demeanor now more on the defensive stance and his shoulders getting tense alongside with the rest of his body.

Unfortunately, the drunkies didn't aknowledged Palau's angry tone. In fact, that moment of indignation only turned them on even more, as if it was an invitation for them to continue their impudent and bothersome activities.

"Toa lasa mora tezitra kely ry kala kely io! (Oi the small minx now gets easily angry now!)" One of them, a man with dreadlocks and a beer belly, laughed out loud as his friend, a bald man thin as a needle, approached Palau as he had the audacity to take the Palauan's arm roughly, even leaving marks.

Tuvalu didn't know what came to his mind but he knew he made the right decision when he threw a punch at one of them, his thoughts spiraling in his head between regret and pride in what he had done.

Only for Palau.

The aftermath of it however, wasn't pretty.

"Oay-! Kidilenty-! (Ow-! Fucking-!)" The bald one yelled out loud, his sharp and dirty nails scratching unintentionally Palau's arm as the latter winced at the injury, seeing a few small bubbles of blood already sprouting from the light gash, already making them guess the amount of bacteria in the other's sharp hand only.

The Palauan didn't hesitate that much before he reacted too as well. Hitting the other man next to him with his elbow, the blow wasn't unfortunately hard enough to knock him but enough to make the concerned one stumble on his feet as they freed themselves from the group's suffocating, closed space.

Their commotion didn't go unnoticed as the sounds of people grunting in pain loudly alongside with feet stomping hard or swiping the floor soon weren't the only thing heard in the night street. It was two people then five then twelve then a small horde of passerby or villagers gathered, either hiding in the dark or on their balcony, watching in morbid fascination the free matador fight in front of them.

The rest of the drunkies' friends didn't take it very well the two's response. They rose abruptly from their seats, not without almost falling miserably on the floor by themselves, yelling and babbling gibberish malagasy words. One of the men who was still holding on to his beer bottle for dear life rose it and tried to charge at Tuvalu.

And, obviously, the night was against the anthropomorphic country apparently because it wasn't long before he stiffed and held a wince when he felt a sting of the burning liquid as well as shattered glass on his remaining arm. Luckily, the man's mobility was good as a newborn child and only the tip of the bottle broke on it as the Tuvaluan used this momentum of inaction from the other to snatch his weapon and threw it as hard as he could on his assaulter's face. Palau themselves also had their own battle where they had to constantly grit their teeth in order to not attract more unwanted flies, their fist knocking out jaws or skull, as powerful as they were.

But it wasn't long, in fact only three minutes around, that they realized it was getting out of hand too quickly for their own and the other countryhuman's safety. Plus, the rest of the humans were also getting tired from it as Palau let out a grunt of exhaustion mixed with a hint of stress.

Not without smashing the one who tried to hit on his partner in the first place, the Palauan spotted Tuvalu's scarred arm as their blood, for a fraction of second, ran blood before their senses came back. Muttering a quick sorry, they grabbed Tuvalu's limb as the concerned one gasped at the act but immediately calmed down when he realized who it was.

Luck came back and blew on the two anthropomorphic territories because the humans were so wasted the alcohol's effects finally took turn as they only stumbled and hit the air around, some sloppy and uncoordinated punches even landing on each other's faces, yelling obscenities and cuss words.

Amidst the chaos, the two countryhumans took advantage of it and scurried away as fast and far they could, now completely ignoring how the most sober of them shouted at them, how the remaining crowd's gaze, who were just five at best, kept following them like hawks following their prey.

The only thing mattering is that Tuvaluan and Palau were out of it as their only thought at the moment was to run. Run as far as they could. Away from those absolute madmen and this horrendous small ghost town.

Who knew that they would actually enjoy the putrid air around in the end.

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It was when they arrived and semi settled in the remaining of a thin, dry forest that the two finally caught their breath again.

And that's also when their senses came back as Tuvalu looked from his half kneeling position as he panted loudly, ignoring his own dirt and sweat. For he widened his eyes when he noticed the freshly bleeding wound that adorned on Palau's arm, a pretty deep cut.

But the Palauan was quicker than him as he glanced down and winced on instinct, as if it was only now he realized that he was scarred.

"Does it hurt??" Tuvalu asked, feeling a bit dumb upon asking knowing the answer would be yes.

But, surprisingly, Palau only proceeded to shake his head side to side, his frown betraying slightly the pain chart he was feeling, which wasn't much but still sting.

They stifled a hiss before answering. "... Let's say it is there. That's it."

When he judged that the adrenaline was fading until he felt just tired, the Tuvaluan's knees felt jelly and almost gave up on him if it wasn't for a remnant of strength colliding inside. With a somewhat shaky hand, he reached out to gently brush past Palau's wound, not noticing how the concerned one slightly flinched at before relaxing their shoulders.

Tuvalu couldn't help but feel more concerned although a hint of genuine fondness settled in as well.

"It's seems quite deep for a cut.." He stated, frowning even more when he inspected closer, seeing more blood gushing and pulsing out from it, forming small bubbles or already coagulated small doses. However, Palau quickly brushed it off, putting their hand on top of Tuvalu's, trying to smile lightly as to ease his distraught.

"It's fine Tuvalu, nothing to worry about." They tried to reassure before continuing. "Beside, I had worse. This is just a scratch." As much as they weren't that good when it comes to words, Palau was actually genuine and telling the truth there.

Tuvalu didn't seemed that convinced with their reassurance but the other anthropomorphic country gently moved the Tuvaluan's hand to his own chest, much to the other's reaction, surprised and taken aback.

"For now-" Palau quickly changed the subject, his expression indescribable as he looked away, taking Tuvalu by the shoulders lightly as to ground the two. "-We need to go. Or at least move and find a temporary place for the two f-"

His speech was blurred out by the sound of sticks snapping together and whistling like with it.

Instantly, the two tensed again as Tuvalu felt all the stress that left him crashing back in his blood and muscles, almost excepting the predators that were trying to hit on him and his partner to go back with unfinished business. At the thought, both instinctively tried to go in front of the other, not before looking in each other's eyes for a momentum, wide before slightly snorting simultaneously at the absurdity, tangled in the other's limb because Palau wanted to protect Tuvalu and Tuvalu thought Palau had enough injuries already.

But they were back at the matters at hand when a spear went past Palau's cheek, creating a small cut as they froze up like a deer in headlights once again.

Tuvalu's breath got caught in his throat, right when he was below the Palauan's cheeks before letting out a shaky huff of acknowledgement.

"Hooooly—" He breathed out before he yelped when hearing more footsteps, this time getting louder, clearer and even faster. Clearly, this wasn't a drunk human nor a fearful little wild animal running there out of instincts.

Palau only proceeded to grumble under his breath, this time deciding to pluck out the spear that was now stuck on the ground as he tried his best to adjust the weapon at hand, pointing forward into the unknown.

"Who's there?!" The anthropomorphic country yelled out loud, Tuvalu this time going next to him instead of cowering behind. Still, that didn't mean that his fast beating heart was getting calmer.

A soft gasp was soon heard not from afar as the two almost flinched but Palau held his grip on the spear, his knuckles almost turning white.

And it was followed with a figure stepping out from the thin, dry trees, standing mildly as Tuvalu felt his blood running cold all the way down his missing arm.

They were completely covered from head to toes, the only exception were their hair and horns. They wore thick clothes, in dark toned colors and a wooden mask was on their face, with symbols and white dots on it, eyes pitch black.

For a moment, Tuvalu really thought Palau was going to actually charge at the mysterious person, seeing how tense they seemed, holding the spear with such strength despite all, gritting their teeth.

The Tuvaluan himself was about to try and get intimidating too as boasted his chest and raised a fist before widening his eyes in complete surprise and, if not, a slight fear.

"You're holding it wrong lesy." The unknown figure pointed out, pointing their finger at Palau who also seemed at loss of words, still holding on tight at the spear in question.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, it depends on the perspective, the inhabitant of the forest seemed to catch up on what was the problem. At first, they raised their hands, even backing up the slightest but Tuvalu couldn't catch on their expression because of the mask they were wearing. Then, they added, their tone tense.

"It's alright. I think I need to clear a few things there-" They admitted.

Or well- she. When she spoke up, her tone was higher and more feminine.

As a way to convince the two anthropomorphic countries, she slowly and carefully removed the mask from her face. That made Palau lower the spear as Tuvalu found himself leaning towards, curious at what she was doing.

But before the mysterious woman could even fully remove her accessory, the sounds of angry dogs barking from the distance could be heard, alongside with boots stomping the ground, orders being yelled and bikes.

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Oh? Is that another chapter of You really didn't know? Yep that's right!

Almost 8k words- uhm- anyway-

Chapter four: The Mediator

"A-archangel Ramiel ?!" One of the cherub doctors that got out of the charity hospital exclaimed in surprise before bowing hastily and respectfully in front of the woman. The archangel in question only smiled at them with her usual calm aura as she raised a hand to let them know it wasn't necessary to do such an act.

The cherub raised their head as they instinctively got up, coughing up awkwardly. "Sorry- I-I-" they stuttered, blushing a bit. Ramiel only chuckled lightly.

"It's fine, no need to act as if I'm all high and mighty. After all, didn't our Father almighty who art in Heaven, say that only He is the only one who we must bow down and worship?" She explained. The cherub was still clumsily trying to come up with something, their actions uncoordinated as Ramiel only laughed lightly, no hint of malice in it before continuing.

"But. I'm actually here for a reason." She clarified. Hesitating a bit, she continued. "Is he here? And yes I'm talking about him in particular." She changed the subject, emphasizing on the last word. The small heavenly being widened their eyes a bit before they nodded, albeit a hint of uncertainty flashed through their face.

"Y-yes-! I-I think he's tending the remaining exorcists." They said before muttering slightly the last part, a bit wary. "At least, he tries... He's even more stressed than before and I think it's really starting to take a toll on his own wellbeing."

Ramiel's gaze switched into a sad one as she sighed heavily. "Just- tell me where he is, alright? I will try and talk to him." She insisted.

The cherub nodded again as they gave her the directions inside the hospital. Inside, the archangel could smell a peculiar mixed scent of medicines and patchouli albeit she was sure that it won't be long before iron starts to meddle with it, with the masses of injured exorcists entering in and out during these last few days.

Ramiel thought about the cherub's instructions before heading forward, going up to the third floor where she could hear more voices giving orders as sounds of boxes shuffling accompanied it. Not a lot of people came in this specific area of the hospital except when it was an urgence or in that case, a sudden wave of patients. The ones who worked and operated here were mainly doctors and nurses who had more experiences or studies than the average. Plus, they also had an advantage compared to the others since the one and only healer archangel Raphael have spent most of his time here, giving the fact that it was the main hospital who wasn't private in the circle of humility but also it was busier than in the other areas in Heaven thus the virtue was more active here, especially with the recent events.

Another information that Ramiel knew is the fact that he mainly preferred to operate in a large room, hence when she noticed a double almost sealed door at the end of the corridor where a specific motif of a sigil was engraved on, the archangel didn't hesitate and opened it.

A few exorcists without helmets were sitting or laying on the hospital beds, encased in bandages while others held themselves with crutches, groaning in pain, cursing under their breath or out loud. A brunette with his hair tied into a semi bun was checking on each of them, eye bags present under his eyes and at this close of snapping.

"Cumina, you need to be more careful when you get up or run! You should still use your crutches no matter what and stop trying to use them as a makeshift sword for the love of anyone here!" He said out loud, exasperated as he rubbed his eyes. The exorcist Cumina, only proceeded to snarl at him and was about to protest until Ramiel spoke.

"Raphael?" Her voice echoed through the room. Almost every exorcist looked at her, wide eyes as the concerned one also reacted, surprised to see her.

"Ra—miel-?" He asked, stumbling a bit on his words. One look exchanged between the two was enough for Raphael to know the rest of her sentence. He took a deep breath before speaking out loud again.

"I will be back. Don't try and make a mess while I'm out!" He instructed the exorcists before he dragged the other archangel outside the patient room. As soon as the two were out, the man stood in front of the other, crossing his arms as he frowned at her.

"So. What do you want." He snapped at her. Now, Ramiel felt even more concerned about his own health and wellbeing.

Clearly it was probably not in other heavenly beings' business to check on actual archangels but hey, first thing first Ramiel was just like him and despite being not that much close to him like Gabriel or even Zadkiel, she wanted to care, and second, Raphael, ironically, really looked like shit to say the least.

"I just want to see if everything's okay right now." She explained, keeping a calm demeanor. Raphael raised an eyebrow at her before shrugging, waving his hand around.

"Meh. As much as I really don't want to be with those-" he said, almost spitting the therm to talk about exorcists before sighing heavily, showing clear signs of tiredness, running a hand through his hair. "-I have to tend them and hopefully, some of the soldiers would be in a somewhat decent shape when-"

"You know I'm not talking about them, Raphael." Ramiel reminded, her tone slightly more commanding. Raphael looked at her, wide eyes before frowning and looking away, grumbling under his breath. She insisted, her tone more worried.

"Raphael, it has been a while since your siblings saw you. Since I saw you and when I have the time now to see, you really look like you would pass out in any moment-"

"But I won't. I'm an archangel."

"You KNOW what I mean-!" She exclaimed, frowning before rubbing her eyes. Raphael stood in front of her, his eyes showing a small hint of guilt for making one of the kindest beings in the holy place worry about it. Worry about him of all people. However, before she could add anything, Raphael cut her off, trying to shake off the oppressive feeling inside his guts.

"Ramiel, you don't HAVE to worry about me!" He pressed on, accentuating his words as ve continued. "I was assigned for healing for a reason. It is my duty to take care and restore the well-being of other people!" He explained to her. Ramiel still didn't seem convinced at all but the other archangel ignored her as he continued.

"And let me guess. You're just gonna wing it, hoping for the best while holding yourself with coffee and cereal bars?" Ramiel mocked with unusual coldness in her voice before continuing, getting closer as Raphael couldn't help but snarl at the unwanted closeness.

"Ramiel-"

"Or you're gonna just assume that you are immune just because you're a medic?"

Nonetheless, when the feminine archangel realized that the other was at this close of throwing her more than just harsh words, which she suspected anything sharp in this hospital, she calmed down, muttering moud enough for only him to hear. "Sorry, I didn't mean to dump all on you."

An oppressive silence soon settled as she sighed before continuing, ignoring on purpose the disapproving look on Raphael's face.

"Listen Raph- I don't care about whatever you think of me worrying for you- or something along those lines." She paused before continuing her tone less harsh yet more demanding. "But the only thing I want from you is to actually take care of yourself in any way. You can't just proclaim yourself to be a healer if your main obstacle is your own body."

Said Raphael looked away, feeling aversive towards her propos before he eventually spoke up, iffy with hindsight. "I'm going to be fine. I swear." The feminine archangel glared even more.

Ramiel was really not having it and was about to snap again some senses to the other before he got faster, putting his hand up as to let her know he was the one to speak now, his words laced with ice.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have more important duties at hand if you are not going to spill out anything else that is actually worth my time."

And, once again, Ramiel didn't even have the time to be properly offended by what he had said that the healer already stormed off to the room where the still injured exorcists were waiting for him.

The kind woman stood on her place for a while before she huffed out loud, not caring that her feathers ruffling was catching attention from the other cherubs and doctors who worked here.

"God-damnit." She muttered before disappearing as well.

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"What a stubborn man.." Ramiel though to herself, not even feeling like flying to go to the countryside of Humility, probably joining Esther or Emily.

Gosh, why was he so hard on everyone??

Of course, Ramiel could understand that these last few days were overwhelming for some while even obnoxiously horrible for others because of the revelation about the exterminations but did Raphael really had to be all stuck up and harsh with anyone aside from the hospital? HE was the virtue of kindness, not her! Him taking care of the injured wasn't definitely not an excuse to just neglect himself and tire his own being to the point of exhaustion.

And knowing the stamina of an archangel compared to a mere winner, the fact that Raphael seemed on the verge of passing out each time she would visit him was extremely worrying to say the least...

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"Hey Ramiel!"

A sudden voice calling her name out made the archangel slightly jump in surprise before the concerned one turned her head to look at the one whose voice belonged to the latter.

A slightly wavy long haired brunette was smiling at her, walking towards the other as Ramiel couldn't help but raise an eyebrow albeit she smiled at him, landing on the ground to be at Gabriel's level, slightly flapping her wings.

Despite not really being that close, the two archangels had a few common points such as their care for each other or even their optimistism and it seemed that today, Gabriel felt joyful enough as he spoke again, his tone as light as his own wings.

Ramiel's own smile tightens ever so slightly.

"How are you by the way? You seemed a bit on edge when I saw you." He inquired, tilting his head to the side. Ramiel sighed barely, waving her hand around, her voice as soft as she could mutter.

"Oh nothing that is threatening. I am fine, just merely checking on a few people during my walk." She answered casually as Gabriel couldn't help but perk up at her words as she continued, her tone betraying a bit her emotions before she continued.

"One of them being the orphanage as well as the injured ones in the hospital."

At that statement, Gabriel couldn't help but frown, a burning thought lingering in his head as he couldn't help but ask, his tone hesitant.

"Is he... Is he still working there-? Not like I want him to not help others! But- I'm just concerned if he-" he stumbled a bit at first until Ramiel cut him off, already anticipating what he was about to say.

"His nose is deeply buried in tending the exorcists and is getting even more reclusive throughout each day."

Gabriel grunted at the aveu, running a hand through his hair in exasperation.

"By my mother's name, don't tell me-"

"Yup. Overworking again."

Gabriel facepalmed and something inside Ramiel's mind almost felt bad for the messenger of God.

Thus, like the kind archangel she was, the feminine heavenly being smiled warmly at the other. "You seem really distraught by it. Even worse than I am." She quipped.

Gabriel bit his lips, unsure if he should actually address his own issues concerning his brother. After all, Raphael always seemed to be the most overworking person the messenger of God have seen during his living in Heaven and he KNOWS it because he was there for eons, waaaaay older than the majority of the other heaven borns that resided in the holy place thus when he was saying that the virtue of kindness couldn't just take a break, it was true.

And sadly true. And that was the thing that made him extremely worried.

Eventually, he chose other types of words, however still going in that direction of topic.

"I hope he's fine at least. You know, with the whole doctor job and all of that. At least- does he eat or even rest from time to time-?" Gabriel recently asked in the last part with a hint of uncertainty, his smile strained.

And soon he faltered when Ramiel shook her head.

"From my observations, he doesn't even seem to do both of them."

Gabriel groaned under his breath. Of course!

However, when he was about to add anything else, Ramiel added something else to her sentence, her tone still as gentle as ever as she smiled softly.

"But I've already told him to actually take care of himself. Not as a tip but as an order. Obviously not in a harsh way."

Gabriel raised an eyebrow at her conviction and the other feminine archangel swore she could feel deep within the other that he wasn't that reassured.

Barely called trusting by her propos.

Ha ha.

She instantly spoke again, cutting the virtue of diligence who only frowned furthermore.

Father above, why was this man already sour this half day??

"You don't have to worry about it or him, Gabby. I got it under control and if it really gets severe, I will inform you, right?" She asked, her tone even more insisting as Gabriel couldn't help but be even more iffy.

Nonetheless, he agreed but it was rather because he didn't wanted to bother Ramiel about it. She seemed tense.

"In fact..." She suddenly said, lending out an ear, as the other heavenly being perked up at her words.

She smiled wider before continuing.

"I think someone is trying to find you. They seem to be in need of help." She concluded, frowning again as she leaned ever so slightly on her side, as if she wanted to listen furthermore to her surroundings.

Gabriel pursed his lips. Of course, he knew about Ramiel's ability to hear anything and anyone within numerous miles and meters away but the timing of it was-

"Yup. Clearly an issue with two winners. Something among the lines of- wait hold on a second- a small miscommunication."

At the therm, Gabriel's surprised expression turned into an almost deadpan one as he shook his head in almost disbelief.

"Ugh I swear these winners... Where are they exactly? That far?"

"Not really. Around the marble buildings." Ramiel answered as Gabriel hummed. Okay, it wasn't surprising and maybe it wasn't that weird.

"Okay. Uh right alright. Thanks Rams! See ya!" The brunette said before leaving, almost running slightly in the opposite direction.

Ramiel watched as Gabriel went furthermore away from her before sighing softly. She was glad that, at least, one of Raphael's siblings still cared for him and his well-being despite his stuck-up and almost hermit-like attitude. She was ESPECIALLY glad that Gabriel didn't consider her as some sort of replacement, a second option for "the virtue of kindness" because golly! She would be so furious!

And Ramiel, when angry, wasn't really pretty.

Her fists loosened up a bit until she unfurled her wings again and flew away, searching for Emily.

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It was windy and yet, somehow, an unsettling warmth started to course through Lucifer's being, making him even more uncomfortable. Usually, he wouldn't mind because he was already used to it although knowing himself, the weather was a roulette wheel depending on his own conscience and today, it seemed agitated.

Samael, on the other hand, didn't seem to be bothered by the bizarre weather.

Instead, he merely looked above then around as his gaze landed on Lucifer. He spoke up, his voice carrying no hints of emotions.

"It's getting worse."

Lucifer only shot him a death glare, clearing not having it.

"What is it. Are you here just to annoy me again or what."

Samael only shrugged.

"I'm just trying to take care of this physical body since someone else couldn't do it properly even though it's their job."

"Fuck off." The king of pride spat.

"I can't unfortunately. Just like you I'm stuck." The other argued back.

An tense awkward silence filled the mind they were. Soon enough, Samael spoke up again. Despite the lack of emotions evident on his face, his tone however carried a lingered sense of reminiscing.

"You're thinking about Eden again."

Lucifer flinched slightly. That was a low blow.

"It's none of your business."

"Technically it's my business too."

"I hate you."

"I know."

Lucifer took a deep breath, clearly realizing only now that it was fruitless to try and argue with- whoever Samael was. The latter only waited patiently for the devil to gather up his words again. However, upon noticing that Lucifer didn't seemed to have anything else to say, he continued.

"You already know the mere concept of thinking about it would just hurt you furthermore. You need to leave it behind, it's the past now."

Lucifer couldn't help but grumble under his breath, growing even more irritated with each passing seconds with this thing, especially when he looked exactly like him, let alone a brighter and softer, almost pastel-like palette on his clothes.

"Wow. Thank you so much for your totally not obvious advice, as if I already didn't know that dipshit."

Samael only raises an eyebrow.

"I'm pretty sure you're aware that I'm saying that to you because, despite constantly trying to tell yourself to move on, you just can't. And this lack of control towards simple but painful memories overcome your own thoughts and emotions as you're sinking even more. I'm the main proof of it.”

"As if I didn't knew that too already.." Lucifer wanted so badly to say but the sin of Pride was already aware that it would be useless and more or less like a stupid attempt of gaining a bit of ego back.

Something he experienced too much it was pathetic how he knew how it would end if he tried an attempt.

Instead, Lucifer just gritted his teeth, keeping himself silent.

An oppressive silence filled the air, making the latter uncomfortable but, fortunately, Samael spoke up, looking at the sycamore trees that remained in the fog, as if they were in deep thoughts.

Which was partially right.

"Mhm. Charlie is talking about her trust exercises and is going to ask your opinion."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow at him but still kept his mouth shut while the other continued, nodding slightly.

"I think you should go now. Unless you want people to know about us."

If only the King could punch him right in the face.

Nonetheless, Lucifer reculantly agreed as he took another deep breath and closed his eyes.

Soon, the heavy feeling that settled in his chest started to dissipate, not fully left but still a good amount of chuck went away, as the fog did the same. The trees were blowing away and the unsettling warmth became a familiar sensation of hot sulfur running through his charred skin as he slowly opened his eyes once again.

This time as "Lucifer."

The sound of old radio playing softly in the lobby then went back in his ears while he felt the couch's pillows on the side he leaned on.

No one really spoke but there was still a teasing remark there and there between Angel Dust and his friend- what was his name- Hurley-? Something along those lines.

"So dad! What do you think?" Charlie's eager voice rang out as he snapped his head at her, wide eyes in surprise.

But his daughter's bright smile was infectious and he couldn't help but mirror it too.

"Of course I think it would be a good idea Char!" He said, nodding approvingly as the nephilim bounced on her feet, clearly giddy and excited for her concept.

Lucifer didn't even notice that Alastor raised an eyebrow at him in suspicion, too focused on his own bundle of joy.

Vaggie, on the other hand, was frowning during the entire time the princess was speaking as she slightly bit her lips in uncertainty.

The latter tilted her head to the side, no hint of malice on her expression or whatsoever although confusion was obvious on her face. "? What do you mean by that Vaggie?"

Somehow, Lucifer noticed that Vaggie's uncomfortable expression got furthermore accentuated as she also seemed hesitant to answer.

"O-oh- uh well you see-" she stammered as the nephilim resolved the puzzle pieces in her head before widening her eyes in understatement.

That, probably, her girlfriend was not the kind to just spill up her entire emotions or that she, ironically, had trust issues which weren't that easy to be handled and resolved.

Or-

"Oh Vaggie it's completely normal to feel that way don't worry!"

Vaggie cringed slightly as Charli continued, still beaming and not noticing how recoiled the manager was.

"After all, everyone is gonna participate so you won't feel alone!" The princess tried to reassure although she didn't realize that her own solution was apathetic.

And if it wasn't for Lucifer's blood running cold, he would have felt bad for Vaggie.

So. Samael was actually kind enough to warn him about what was happening but didn't want to actually tell him what was about.

Just great. And Lucifer was about to look at the bright side.

What a fucking bastard.

"But it's okay!" Charlie piped, clearing up her throat as she went in the middle of the lobby, boasting her chest. "How about this?? I will start first so y'all would actually feel more comfortable with sharing stuff!"

Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you see the context, Lucifer finally understood what the exercise was about as the remaining colors on his already pale face went away.

Oh. So this trust exercise was about sharing things about yourself.

Ha.

Haha.

H a h a.

H E L L N O.

Using the snake on his hat, the king tried to look around frantically, searching for an exit.

Sadly for him, it already began and it was too late to go back, whenever physically or escaping in his own mind.

Lucifer gulped down when Charlie started to speak.

"Alright!" The princess called everyone before taking a deep breath, her voice less loud and booming although it was still affirmative.

"As you all know everyone, I am Charlie! And one of my favorite things to do is singing-"

"I think it was pretty obvious toots." Angel Dust piped in, smirking although it was not put of malice as the concerned one widened her eyes before chuckling awkwardly.

"Y-yeah I noticed it too- but still! Any type and variety of singing is fine by me!" She rambled soon after.

Lucifer couldn't help but smile fondly at the acquired but already knew information, aware that this trait of the nephilim was associated with her mother Lilith, who loved singing not only for her people but also for her own family, especially her little star, whenever she wanted to sleep or just sing with her mother in general while Lucifer would just film them or goes along with it.

At the memory, the king couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia at it although it was easily shadowed again by the oh so familiar pessimism of him including the plaguing, toxic thoughts, blocking his own happiness and joy.

Because no matter how he wanted to be proud of his daughter and think about Lilith without thinking about how he messed up everything, his mind was hammered with incessant thinking and train of mind.

What about him-?

"-Well Vaggie is obviously my girlfriend! She has helped me through so much during my life and did so much for this hotel! I owe you so much Vaggie!" Charlie finished her speech with a heart formed by her own hands at said Vaggie, wide smile as the concerned one couldn't help but blush deeper, her eye wide as she looked away although she returned the smile albeit with less enthusiasm and more awkwardness.

What a cute couple.

"As for Angel Dust!-"

As if Lucifer's level of stress wasn't already at his paroxysm, he felt sinking deeper in a haze of blur and frantic beating heart rate when he realized that not only it was about sharing personal things about yourself but ALSO giving your opinion on each member-

Well-

Lucifer really wanted to die right now-

The idea was very tempting.

"-I'm really proud of how dare you've overcome since you came here as our first client." Charlie said with emotions, smiling fondly at the spider demon who just jumped slightly, caught off guard before he meekly yet genuinely sent back a somewhat identical smile to the princess.

"Why thanks Char." Angel replied, sending finger guns towards her, now smiling widely with his iconic and familiar one.

Charlie's already huge grin got so high it was reaching her goat ears while Lucifer was getting desperate, even if he knew that since he was the last one to speak since he recently crashed and came in to settle down, wanting badly to get away as far as possible.

"I need to find a way here. And QUICK." The Sin of Pride kept thinking to himself, unintentionally holding his sleeves' cuffs tighter, not noticing that Alastor was staring immensely at him for some reason.

Maybe he could try and simulate another- no no no that was an asshole move, even coming from him and, knowing how fucked up his mind was, he knew there was a high possibility that he would black out again for a half a year.

Which wasn't pretty if he had to be honest.

And if he actually tried to tell Charlie about it-? Ugh! But then again that felt so wrong to just go towards his daughter, whom relationship with him was fragile enough, and- what the fuck should he even say??

"Hello Charlie! You know I was thinking of just, you know, not doing the exercise! Why? Because I don't want to fucking do it. Yeah I love you but no."

Yeah no. It wasn't going to work.

He was in such a train of thoughts he hadn't noticed that Charlie had already finished talking about Husk, whom she considered as a great adviser as the said cat demon appreciated the compliment in his own way, and Niffty, the little cyclop lady being- too eager to be the one who killed Adam.

"-As for my dad-"

Lucifer wished he didn't saw how the giddy and bright face of Charlie suddenly dimmed down as she looked at him. Trying to shake away the uneasy and almost unbearable growing turmoil in his stomach, the king of Hell tried his best to smile at her, encouraging his daughter to continue.

The nephilim bit her lips, unsure and Lucifer almost feared she would just ignore him, leaving him as a foreigner, an outsider between all those people, even fucking Alastor, who have already created such strong bonds why would they even need him he was a fraud nothing he-

"W-well he saved me!" Charlie snapped him out of reality as she finally found at least something nice to say about him as he composed himself at it, trying his best to keep up his shaky awkward smile

The princess seemed reluctant to continue as she added one last somewhat positive remark, her voice less affirmative.

"And he helped me rebuild the hotel-" she eventually finished, leaving a bitter taste in Lucifer's mouth, resisting the urge to feel a tad hurt by how little she thought.

Then again, he was the one who was at fault here in the first place.

Ouch.

"Oh it was no problem Char-char!" The king waved his hand around as he could faintly hear a chuckle from the deer demon, barely audible, as the king snarled at him under his breath, his snake glaring at Alastor.

The latter's Cheshire grin only got wider as Charlie clapped her hands together, ignoring the small passive aggressive interaction between her father and her hotelier, her energetic demeanor back.

"Alright! That's how we will proceed when it comes to the exercise, I hope everyone understands!" The princess exclaimed as she looked at her girlfriend, who looked back with a bit of confusion and apprehension.

Vaggie resisted the urge to flinch when the princess held her hand at her, smiling brightly.

"I think maybe that you should start Vaggie !" Charlie exclaimed as the ex-exorcist faltered slightly.

Lucifer would have tried to take her place if it wasn't for his- uhm- you know what nevermind he'll only shut up and say nothing, hoping he wouldn't put on a worse pity party than he already imagined.

In the end, Vaggie took a deep breath as she got up from her seat, albeit with less energy than her partner as she went towards the center of the lobby while Charlie was slightly bouncing in her place, all beaming with excitement.

The other lady cleared her throat.

"Uhm- hi. My name is Vaggie as you all know. And no, it's not pronounced Va-gee." She emphasized her last words, scrunching her face, especially at Angel who couldn't help but snort under his breath as he nodded quickly, even if it didn't seem to be that genuine.

Vaggie sighed, resigned as he continued.

"My favorite thing is to do- actually one of my favorite hobbies is dancing. I don't really have a specific one in mind, any kind is fine by me." She explained.

Lucifer made sure to note and remember his piece of information at the back of his mind alongside her name.

Right. Yeah. Vaggie.

Okay, he was going to make sure he remembers this time!

It was between when the concerned fallen angel was talking- fuck what was his name again- Hank??? Hunk? Anyway when she was talking about him and the cyclop lady that was reaaaally creeping him out that he felt his phone somehow vibrating in his pocket that he perked up, fortunately with no one noticing his slight shift.

However, when he checked on it, he frowned. Phantom vibrations again? Why has it become much more frequent with him these last few days??

But then, it struck him and the king had to restrain himself to smile at his own found idea.

Turning on his phone back again, he scrolled through his contacts' list, pretending to look through a distant number that called him inadvertently.

"Uhm- Char? Can you excuse me for a moment? I need to-" he checked his phone once again as Charlie looked at her father, tilting her head to the side in curiosity and Lucifer didn't miss the slight frown on her face.

That detail almost made him regret his decision.

However, the snarky remark from Alastor made him change his mind.

"Is His Majesty really that unavailable or what?" The deer piped in as Lucifer glared at him hardly, stiffing his lips into some sort of grimace, knowing full well what the Radio demon was trying to imply.

Unfortunately, even Charlie seemed to be on his side as she added more fuel. "Wait- it's true dad! It has been a while since I didn't saw you participating in those types of exercises with us!" The princess said as a matter of fact, even pouting slightly.

But did Lucifer even participate in those trust exercises in the first pla- you know what? He will go along on what she said and make him think he actually had the will to do these quite tiring activities because he didn't want to hurt furthermore his bundle of joy.

And the puppy eyes she was currently using was almost enough to make him resign and apologize for wanting to actually leave the residents.

However, fortunately for him, an idea popped in his head as he widened his eyes and restrained himself to sigh in relief in front of everyone.

"I-I'm sorry Char even I wanted to participate in this sharing process." The king ignored the slight cough from Alastor as he continued. "But I have a solution for this! How about this? I'm going to directly participate right now and- I'll leave after-" Lucifer faltered when he realized that his supposed good idea was not a good idea at all.

In fact the stupidest he had for a while and that said a lot about him.

Fuck.

And, of course, it was too late for him to go back through his words because Charlie's eyes shimmered again. Oh, if it wasn't for the circumstances and his stupid self, he would have warmed at the sight.

"Wait- that's actually great! I'm glad that you are finally able to work with us!" The princess slightly bounced again in her place, much to Lucifer's mixed feelings of joy and dismay.

When, eventually, Charlie calmed down a bit, everyone went silent again, all eyes directed towards the short king.

Father above that was stressful-

No. You know what? Lucifer was the king of Hell for a reason. He already talked many years ago in front of the entirety of Hell. The entirety! And all of that without Lilith's help mind you! A few sinners would not be an issue for Lucifer!

Except they were sinners.

And that they already had their own little family going on where he just decided to settle in even though the moment he choses to do that was unfortunate.

And that they are not just mere sinners. They were Charlie's friends which made him even more anxious.

Uh.

Maybe he should stop thinking about it at this rate and just dive in.

"Alright then.." He softly mumbled before taking a deep breath, smiling with his sharp teeth.

"Hello everyone!! Well- sinners in that case- ahem anyway-! As you all probably may know now I'm Lucifer Morningstar, the head honcho of Hell and-" shit what was he supposed to say?? Oh yeah, his opinion about the rest of the hotel's members.

Well. Wouldn't that be fun?

"-And about my daughter!" He said a tad too enthusiastically, the concerned one widened her eyes as her lips went stiff.

Lucifer tried his best to ignore her reaction, much to his slight disappointment as he continued.

"My lovely daughter! I'm so proud of everything you do. The one who changed my heart. I love you more than anything." He said the following words tearfully, earning a surprised look from Charlie before she actually mirrored her father's expression.

"Oh dad.." She said as Vaggie slightly patted her back, a less emotive yet still joyful for the father and daughter duo.

Lucifer's heart swelled. The king could have just used all of his time to speak about how much his daughter meant to him and that she was his light even during the darkest of time but he knew he didn't have the mental strength to do that all day long.

And instead, his eyes shimmered again when he saw the fallen exorcist next to Charlie, who seemed to catch on him seeing her as a slight blush of shyness creeped out on her face, widening her eye slightly.

Father above she was really a nice lady isn't she?

"As for you Maggie; you're such a fierce and strong woman. No wonder why Charlie had something for you, you're such a fervent friend and determined!"

Vaggie was almost showing silent joy until she actually smiled awkwardly, rubbing her neck.

"Uhm- sir? Actually it's Vaggie." She responded as Lucifer frog blinked, his lips pursed together before he coughed up quite loudly, earning a judgemental look from Alastor not from afar.

"Oh uh right. Sorry." He apologized clumsily.

Fucking hell he should really work on remembering names. How come he had a clear memory on how he fell but then forgot to properly register Charlie's friends' information.

Uh. Well, he'll see that later.

Because right now, his main concern was the rest, whom he didn't even connect with as much as the couple.

And they weren't even that really close to him anyway, imagine the spider or the cyclop.

Just great.

Well maybe he should start first with the tall lanky pink demon with four arms, despite him growing a bit uncomfortable with his incessant sexual jokes and- honestly just anything that radiated explicit energy coming from him.

Just like he thought before, Angel Dust's ever present smirk widened furthermore. Lucifer gulped slightly at the display, really wishing that the spider would not push it.

"W-well uhm- what an interesting fellow for sure-!" The king finally managed to spur out as Angel Dust slightly raised an eyebrow at the aveu, still grinning before slightly chuckling at Lucifer. "Well thank you short king." The sex worker almost purred. That instantly made the short king in question stiffen a bit as he tried his best to ignore and go on with the others.

Well, only two remaining! Husk (that's it! Hask was his name!) was actually the most sane resident here and-

Uh-

The cyclop lady-

Well-

"By his Mother's name, why did Charlie had to have such crazy friends out of all sinners scurrying out there-" Lucifer thought to himself before clearing the throat, this time making sure he wouldn't stumble upon his words. Meanwhile, Vaggie frowned furthermore at the king's attempts to be attentive to everyone but obviously having difficulties with it as Charlie winced slightly, still trying her best to smile to cheer up her father.

"Husk right there is a really nice guy! I really appreciate him." Lucifer said, silently cheering inside when he managed to get an actual opinion on someone. And someone that actually enjoyed the presence!

Now that made the concerned cat demon a bit surprised when he realized that the king of Hell himself complimented him as he widened his eyes but Niffty was faster than him as she quickly went in front of the bartender, slightly jumping on her frantically, giggling maniacally.

"What about me? Me? Me??? I want to know!" She said impatiently, to the point when she leaped towards Lucifer, climbing him like a tree before looking at him dead in the eyes, her grin taking half of her face. Lucifer's already omnipresent anxiety skyrocketed when the short lady clinged to him aggressively like the first time. He widened his eyes and stiffen furthermore like a goat who got ironically startled by a car.

A few oppressive seconds passed until Lucifer eventually managed to find his voice, a bit strangled but a clear, nervous chuckle was finally able to come out.

"Uhm- I-i like you too-?" The sin said clumsily but, fortunately, that seemed to be enough for the maid as she cheered and laughed out loud before crawling back to her place, all giddy.

Well. It would have been wholesome if it wasn't for the fear in the eyes of almost every hotel's residents towards Niffty.

Excepté Alastor.

And of course, Lucifer had to remember this annoying walking tampon as he internally screamed.

Charlie also seemed to realize the sudden shift of tension that settled when she saw both of her fathers looking eyes at each other as she slightly frowned in distress, biting her lips as the princess expected the worse...

... Only for her dad to just roll his eyes sassily at the deer, his tone less than joyful.

"He has a radio podcast I guess."

"Show. Radio show." Alastor corrected dryly, his voice cold and sharp. Lucifer only squinted his eyes, feeling even more irritated at the deer's attitude.

"Same thing." The king argued back, looking at his nails, feeling a sense of pride when Alastor's own static magic flares up.

Thankfully, Charlie seemed to realize that it would escalate quickly if not handled right now thus the princess immediately stepped up, her smile strained slightly as she tried her best to chuckle through the awkward atmosphere.

"Okay okay Uh- alright! Thank you so much dad for your participation!" The nephilim said, still nonetheless gleefully, patting her old man at the back as Lucifer smiled softly at his daughter, slight crinkles present at the corner of his eyes.

"Of course duckling, anything for you. Now, if you'll excuse me..." He trailed down, not waiting any seconds after to disappear in a swirl of red smoke and glitters.

But the king, however, doesn't miss the almost inaudible comment of Alastor, judging his exit too tacky as he wished that, at least, he would give him the middle finger before leaving.

As soon as he arrived in his hotel's room (not in the castle for once. Thankfully), Lucifer collapsed on the floor, breathing irregularly, gripping his clothes. His wings twitched under his shirt which made him slightly wince. Taking a deep breath as he closed his eyes, the Sin of Pride let out his six flying appendages as he wrapped himself around it, succumbing into his mind's twisted functioning.

━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━

The meadow he was in was dull and grey. Almost nothing grew except a few rare spider lilies sprouting there and there. The sky was white, as if it was going to rain and a dark spot fell softly from it, resembling ashes. A single yew tree was standing, its own leaves getting dry and frail as a figure laid below it.

Samael.

Said figure noticed Lucifer watching him as he frowned slightly before getting up, although he didn't move from his spot.

"That excuse with the ringing phone again?" He asked, crossing his arms in dissatisfaction. Lucifer huffed in annoyance, despite the latter reculantly going towards Samael as his own wings puffed up behind his back.

"You know I couldn't bring myself to get close to that piece of shit once more, despite trying my best to reconnect with Charlie." He then added with more venom in his voice the following words. "And thanks to whom I couldn't concentrate even more because I was in the middle of dissociating?"

Samael merely shrugged, indifferent.

"Once again, I wasn't even supposed to be here and yet here we are."

The leaves of the yew tree started to fall as one of them landed on Lucifer's shoulder and head. The king brushed them and he was about to argue again.

Until Samael frowned furthermore, his voice now commanding.

"You took those disgusting pills again, didn't you?"

That took the King of Hell a bit back because of the sudden cold, and almost scolding demeanor but he didn't recoil. Instead, he leaned more onto a defensive position.

"Why are you even bringing this up?" He said through gritted teeth.

Unfortunately for him, Samael was clearly not in the mood to be neutral as he stepped up, approaching Lucifer more much to the other's dislike for it.

"Because you are already aware those happy pills you keep chugging on are made from angels' ashes and mold that grew on hellborns' carcasses. They are dangerous and they are eating YOUR insides!"

"But it's okay i'm-"

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙪𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚!" Samuel suddenly snapped, the dusty ground with dead grass below the two started to crack at his furious words. Even Lucifer widened his eyes in alarm as he stepped back in intimidation, the sin not anticipated Samael to get easily angry.

However, the latter only took a deep breath before gaining his cold and deadpan expression once more, although wrath was still present in his eyes.

"Lucifer. I am fully aware you're stubborn and I should not interfere. But we're both trapped in this body and if I keep having a vessel that tries to dig his own grave..."

His tone took a darker tone, his somewhat calm voice unsettled the fallen archangel.

"... Then, at this rate, I would prepare the tombstone myself."

And with those final words, the meadow Lucifer was in swirled violently, making the king fall in a mad spinning and that almost made him throw up when he brutally came back to reality, his wings quivering and hiding, almost shielding his sweaty and shivering form, too shocked to move or process what happened. His brain felt like mush as if it got thrown into a grinder as millions of ants attacked his limbs, numbing everything.

Lucifer choked out of the sudden, feeling a brick blocking his throat and preventing him from breathing as he gripped tightly his shirt, on where his rapidly beating heart was at, making his vision sway.

Was he having a panic attack?? Was this another trick Samael pulled on him???

He was-

He didn't felt-

𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙚.

NO.

He needed a distraction. And q u i c k.

His first instinct was to immediately grip his quivering wings, not wincing at the violent grasp as if he didn't feel the appendage.

He didn't feel it twitching uncontrollably.

He didn't feel it when he started to pluck out the first feather he saw, making his wing almost jump.

He didn't feel it when he continued to automatically pull out more feathers in sight, line an automat whose mission was to eradicate any impurity.

His wings were white.

White but from what?

He wasn't pure.

He never were.

His wings were liar.

An illusion.

Something not real.

They were telling lies.

Liars were impure.

He didn't notice the sight and feeling of angelic blood that stuck on his hand like flytrap. He didn't feel when almost all of his upper wings were devoid of feathers, all red and swollen from the harsh grip.

He didn't feel the tears that threatened to spill and the brick in his throat that grew bigger.

He didn't feel the swooning sensation in his head.

He felt nothing.

He didn't feel-

He couldn't-

Lucifer fainted, his bloodied wing twisted in an horrid way that would make him regret his decision the next few days.

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minimag1c · 6 months ago

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Hey cookie run fandom look I'm not dead wow

Also requested by @/Tiramisubestcookie on Wattpad

A winter break

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : ❥︎ᶜʰᵉˢᵗⁿᵘᵗ

❥︎ᵗⁱʳᵃᵐⁱˢᵘ

❦︎sʜɪᴘ

ᵗⁱʳᵃⁿᵘᵗ (ᵗⁱʳᵃᵐⁱˢᵘ ˣ ᶜʰᵉˢᵗⁿᵘᵗ)

➪Omg ooc again??? Who would have think it??

➪Also headcanon time: Tiramisu cookie is mute here. Why? Why not.

➪Head up: I don't celebrate Christmas, for obvious reasons I think, thus don't except me to partially know how the holiday works. Even when I was in my christian household, Christmas was just going to church then eating with family and that's it. Gifts were just a side plot lol.

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To say that the town would become less of a sunflower in the month of December would be an understatement. It was a fanned yellow that shifted to a brightly dark blue hue.

The sky was partially a black, blank canvas, waiting to be filled with the numerous shades of green, yellow and red from the white ground, orned with meticulous, thick snow, seen from miles and kilometers away whenever on the concrete or tatched roofs, hanging warm and bright lanterns on the sides, contrasting the ever lasting night, almost ominous during that time of the year.

Between this brewing warm ambiance of festivity and gathering, a young energetic boy was skedaddling in the streets, his already rusty and used shoes who were the fautives of almost making him split on the solid ice more than once when he was working hard to deliver those newspapers even if during holidays, most townspeople are not that much interested in everyday struggle nor politics and would rather forget their daily issues in lives.

Sadly, that wasn't convenient for the young little boy, Chestnut cookie. Him whose almost entire solace of living was based on making sure the package of spilled ink in his bag were all sold out until he would be left with enough money to get himself a nice warm cup of chocolate.

But today seemed to be an okay day! As Chestnut finally arrived in front of an unfamiliar door, he knocked slightly, shivering slightly because of the small, thin layer of white snow that started to appear on his hat and already torn up beige shirt.

For a few moments, no one answered and the child's serotonin almost dropped until he could hear slight and light footsteps getting heavier and closer as the door's lock shifted and moved until it was out of sight.

A quite aged up woman in her night fluffy robe was soon standing in front of chestnut, her arms in soft gloves that reached her forearms and thick slippers at her feet.

Chestnut couldn't help but feel jealous, knowing too well she would be all snuggly and warm in her clothes unlike him who could freeze from any times if he wasn't careful enough with his thin shoes and clothing of poor qualities.

Fortunately, she was a kind old woman as she looked down at the smaller cookie as her wrinkled face beamed slightly.

"Oh little one! What are you doing here in the middle of the night with such winter?" She asked, titling her head to the side in curiosity.

Those words were enough to snap Chestnut out of his pessimistic thoughts as he cleared his throat and put on his brightest smile.

"Hello ma'am! Newspaper delivery!" He said joyfully, rummaging through his own leather bag and pulled out an handful of said papers as the child still grinned.

However, his joy was short-lived and his bright expression almost fell when the old lady widened her eyes but didn't seemed that convinced to actually buy it. Nonetheless, her kind face came back although it was less that enthusiastic like a few moments ago which still made the younger cookie nervous.

"Oh... My little sugar. I am not actually into reading newspaper during holidays because I'm most likely busy with my family."

There goes the same excuse again, the words that Chestnut cookie feared.

The remaining optimism that were nesting and bubbling in his guts quickly evaporated as soon as it appeared. When he finally thought that he had someone else, aside from the orphanage, who brought his belongings, obviously it had to be took away line that.

The old woman in question saw that her propos had a negative impact on the small child as she slightly bit her lips, feeling slight remorse and sorry for him. Eventually, after a few seconds that what felt like eternity, she spoke up again, her tone as if in haste.

"But maybe I can make an exception for this holiday sugarplum. What do you have with you right now?"

It tooks Chestnut a while before his eyes beamed with hope again as he smiled widely at the other elder cookie who couldn't help but feel a tad guilty and bad for this poor kid.

Without wasting time, Chestnut cookie pulled out from his raggedy leather bag numerous headlines from recent news and spilled papers that were paired with the inked one that had pictures on them. The old woman didn't actually had to chose that much, since she didn't even wanted to buy one in the first place, as she took the first title she found.

Searching in her fluffy robe, she just had enough coins for the little boy to not only buy his newspaper but also for him to be able to get himself a small, warm snack for this thick and heavy winter night.

Chestnut cookie pretended he didn't realize what the old cookie did but still, despite feeling grateful for her kindness, there was still some part of him that felt ashamed of being in such desperate situation he partially looked like a beggar instead of a seller.

After that small interaction, the old woman didn't left without thanking softly the younger cookie as she wished him a good holiday before closing the door, leaving Chestnut cookie on his own.

Again.

Alone.

With an almost cracked up bag, still full of journals and papers that were rejected since no one was interested enough during that time of the year.

Normally, the young cookie would just ignore those thoughts about his unlucky and almost dire situation but he didn't knew if it was because of the unusual harsher weather and heavier snow or because the only person who was willing to read right now only helped him because they felt bad for him.

Was he really that pitiful?

Chestnut didn't even went that far from the house, cringing slightly when he felt more snow entering in his tarnished similar-leather shoes as he sat on a bench that was covered with a thin line of white. He tried his best to sat on it, shivering when he felt the coldness of the seat as he frantically started to rub his arms together as to keep a feeling of warmth. There was still numerous newspaper in his bag, all waiting to be delivered despite the fact that a few of them were already worn out, dating from last week.

The young cookie faltered furthermore, not even caring anymore that snow fell on him or his thin clothes. Not caring that his rear was getting numb from the coldness of the bench. Not caring that, since his bag wasn't fully closed, a few papers slipped in and fell on the solid, dirty and snowy ground.

He didn't even noticed when he felt a few salty drops running down his cheeks, cooling even more his already frosted cheeks.

Chestnut cookie couldn't help but raises his shaky hand on his face when he realized he was actually crying. Was it because of the cold? Or was he tired again? Emotions were easier to handle in winter as they hibernate just like bears and weren't visible through thick, heavy clothes.

But now, the young cookie didn't knew anymore if it was because he spend all night in the harsh cold, hoping to gain a bit of money with no avail. Or maybe because he was so cold.

So cold.

He shivered furthermore as he hugged himself as to keep himself from getting hypothermia.

We never knew when you're as poor as a mouse in a church, prone and vulnerable to any cold favorable diseases despite a strong immune system.

-☃️-

Tiramisu cookie buried his nose deeper into his scarf as the heavy breeze of winter hit him hardly on the face while he sat next to Eggnog cookie who rode his Christmas sled, led by his faithful deers and roebucks. The older man, as always, stood in his winter might, his neck as high and far as he could to make sure he wouldn't miss on any houses he hasn't visited yet nor his apprentice whom he cared a lot for.

The said younger cookie sighed slightly, leaning a bit more on the rails of the bright red sled, his gaze sluggishly taking note on the way festival lights shone through the town they were currently in.

"Have you seen any areas where we haven't went through yet, Tiramisu Cookie??" Eggnog cookie's loud and deep voice rang out in glee, almost startling the one with deer attributes.

Tiramisu slightly huffed, frowning because of the sudden call before he shook his head, his eyes still glued down below, almost a look wonder seen through his gaze.

The older cookie smiled furthermore, huffing slightly in content as he urged the roebucks to speed their track, with Tiramisu ignoring the rest of the world as he continued to aimlessly look at the beautiful view that was decorated with any kind of Christmas theme motives.

But then his sharp vision alongside with his senses of lightness towards winter holidays noticed that someone was not happy between all of those joyful Capernaum.

Leaning slightly more next to the sled, much to Eggnog's surprise, the young apprentice squinted his eyes as if to see better.

And their own shock was an awe on its own when he spotted on a snow filled metal bench another cookie almost around his age, maybe a tad younger of two years, sitting all alone.

That made Tiramisu pondering as he frowned furthermore except, this time, it wasn't only because of the cold. Why was this cookie sitting all alone there? Didn't he had any family? And why would they even be out now, when night was at its apogee as snow was thicker now and, if not supervised not gets a watch on, dangerous.

Tiramisu Cookie even shivered for this other child.

"Is there something wrong Tiramisu?" Eggnog cookie's pipped, slightly turning his head but not fully as to keep track on the road in the sky, just in case.

It didn't took that much time for Tiramisu to act up before he slightly jumped on his seat, almost startling the older cookie if it wasn't for the other to point at the now small piles of gifts that were tied behind, secured.

And it didn't took that much time as well for Eggnog to understand what he meant as he hummed, nodding slowly.

"Oh you saw that there are still people who didn't had their gifts yet." The adult nodded slowly, as to understand more the younger one.

Said Tiramisu affirmed his guess by vigorously tapping his hands together, before sitting on his knees, his back facing the sled. Eggnog widened his eyes in slight panic.

"Woah woah woah hey there son, hold on your horses a bit, kay? Don't worry you'll be able to deliver the cookie's present soon! But, for now, don't fret because I really don't want you to get hurt." The older cookie chuckled slightly before Tiramisu huffed, slightly rubbing his arms together before sitting back in a more correct way, facing forward despite his burning want to look down at his side to check on this cookie somehow.

Maybe because they were like him except they didn't had an Eggnog like Tiramisu?

Or is it pure empathy?

At least the questions in his head were enough to distract him a moment while Eggnog cookie rode the reindeer as to find a spot of land without being seen.

-☃️-

It was a small gift, wrapped in a bright red motif and tied with a golden lace. It was light and, if not for Tiramisu to shake, he would have thought it was empty.

But no, that wasn't the case. For aside from that, what was inside was actually an almost identical replica of his own scarf aside from other motifs, neatly folded and thick enough to warm the other cookie. There was even a small not attached with the golden lace, the ink still fresh, a mix of childish and messy handwriting with a neat and clean one. (Eggnog was the first type)

◣✦◥▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔◤✦◢

ℋ𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝒽ℴ𝓁𝒾𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂ℯ𝓇𝓇𝓎

𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓈

ᴍᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ

ᴛʜɪs ɢɪғᴛ!

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Tiramisu couldn't help however but blushes slightly. Was it too plain? Too bland? He really wanted to gift the other something and, judging from his raggedy attire, Tiramisu Cookie thought that maybe a new piece of clothe was ideal. But what if he wouldn't like it? What if he just rejected his present or worse throw it away??

Somehow that made Tiramisu's heart clench a bit even though, usually, he wasn't the one to be known as being overly concerned about someone's likeness of an act or something free. It was mainly Eggnog cookie's job while the deer like cookie only delivered what the older had in store and what he judged the best for anyone. Oh no! He should have just asked Eggnog to do it! Why did he even agreed-

But then Tiramisu shook his head, huffing to himself. What idiotic thoughts really! What really mattered was not the gift itself but the intention behind it and, if he was pouring enough devotion in it, the other cookie would not want to get rid of it.

At least.

Tiramisu came back on the ground when he heard slight shuffling and snow being stomped as he hid himself furthermore behind the small house he find himself outside, trying his best to hide himself yet at the same time peeking out to see the other cookie. Said the latter was still thankfully on the bench except they seemed more tired thorough the minutes, their eyes drooping slightly as they didn't even seemed to care about the fact that their bag was still open and the papers inside threatened to fly away.

Tiramisu's panic then almost skyrocketed upon the daunting realization.

How on earth would he be able to gift his present without them noticing??

There were almost no one outside, only the two of them so far. Any kind of sounds would echo all around and Tiramisu being discreet was never his forte despite being with Eggnog for almost his entire life.

So he did the best thing he could think of.

And threw the small package in question at the other, aiming at his head.

Instantly, like an ant running from water, Tiramisu scrambled away, pressing himself furthermore on the house's wall when he heard the other yelp in slight pain from the hit, his heart beating fast as his hands trembled and his breath shortening.

"What in the-" They started before stopping their words and if it wasn't for Eggnog's apprentice's anxiety to grow furthermore, he would have try and look at the other cookie.

However, an unusual feeling of butterflies in his stomach grew alongside with an unfamiliar warmth spreading throughout his entire body, mostly on his cheeks when he heard the other speak again, although their voice was softer and almost in awe.

"Wait- is it actually for me?"

Tiramisu felt his ears twitching like an invisible sign of small victory when he soon heard said cookie giggling slightly.

"Aww it's so cute!" They said out loud before continuing, Tiramisu feeling their gaze landing all around, almost wanting to make him jump and show himself.

But he restrained himself, despite how the following words made his heartbeat faster and more irregular.

"Whoever gifted me this... Thank you. I appreciate it so much." They said with emotions.

If it wasn't for the cold, Tiramisu would have thought that his cheeks were red because of what just happened.

The small, shy smile that slowly creeped up his face didn't any excuses though.

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{2787 words}

You can see it started okay ish but then it went downhill

But! This time I have an excuse (ironically)

Happy holidays, Happy Yule and Merry Christmas for those who celebrates! ☃️🍪🎁🎄

And for those who don't celebrate like me happy week :)

Yup that's it. That's the reason because I will be (like almost always) unreachable for the next following days oskgnzkgkrg

Anyway bye I'm tired

Posted: 23/12/2024

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