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Death of Devils and Angels

Hey ya! Took a while cause I researched something’s but! I hope ya'll enjoy this as much as I did writing it

Alastor and Rosamund

It had been a regular day for Rosamund and Alastor so far, but most unexpected things happen on normal days. They had been short on their meat supply, Alastor insisting on having it in most meals always joking about being partly carnivorous. The garden was plentiful, always having at least a few vegetables, and if not there the swamp and surrounding forest always yielded something for them.

Alastor had given her a kiss on the forehead, taken his rifle and went off into the woods. When he went hunting it always took him a while, sometimes well into the next day. He had a hunting shack in the woods that he and his father had been to when he was child. Sometimes he stays overnight, but given the need for meat he had said to expect him back before the sunsets.

She had waited, and waited, made a small meal out of the veggies and little meat left. Then Rosamund anxiously paced from the dining room into the living room. Finally sitting on the couch and reading to settle her mind, she didn't notice time pass. Anxious from the evening she had fallen asleep on the sofa, unknowing of Alastors eternal fate.

In the morning there was a hard knock on her door, startling her out of her slumber. Looking around she could feel dread well up inside her. Al always either joined her on the couch, or carried her to bed.

So why hadn't he this time? Was he still not home? If so, why?

Getting up, feeling all her bones creak, her knee actually popping and causing her to stumble. When she opened up the door, it was a officer. That made her blood go cold, watching the very solemn look on his face as he pulled his hat off.

"Ma'am I'm so sorry to be the one to give the news but...you're husband Alastor has been killed. A hunter whom we currently have in custody, we suspect is the local murderer. He's been at large for a while and seems he was trying to cover up a double murder."

The cop kept talking, Rosamund could see him talking but nothing was registering. Her chest felt tight, huffing and puffing more audibly until the black fully took over and her eyes finally rolled back. When she came to the officer was still there, having moved her over to the couch. He tried explaining and she registered a bit more information than before but everything became sort of...muffled. Nodding along didn't seem to make things go much faster either. Finally he seemed satisfied and left and all the noise in the world seemed to have stopped.

It was when he had knelt in front of her she’d felt part of herself come back, just enough to hear him softly say.

“Ma’am I know this is hard but…we need someone to identify him. We all know who he is but…we need someone he knows to comfirm.” A sob broke out, hunching over as they racked through her frame. She seized that feeling quickly and stifled it, no need for the man to watch her hysteria.

Her Al is gone. He’s gone and they want her to tell them it’s him for sure. Breathing in and out at a steady pace, she collected herself best she can to respond.

“I-If I must, but I must apologize as I will not be in the best state so please don’t hold it against me.”

“It’s quite alright ma’am and understandable, given the circumstances…”

The ride to the precinct wasn’t any better, the young man obviously felt uncomfortable but she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t stop her tears, muffling the occasional sob behind her hand. They had to take the long way, going round and pulling up to the back entrance of the building seeing as interns from the radio station and every journalist in New Orleans was crowding the front. Someone spotted them cause there was a yell and then they were rushing towards them. She saw lights go off here and there, the photographers that work side by side with the journalists. Some more police came out to keep them back, as the young man who brought her escorted her inside. They yelled questions at her as she stepped into the building (“What the last thing you and Alastor talked about?” “When he left that night did anything seem unusual?” “Have you any clue as to who the murdered might be ma’am?”), and when the doors closed they pivoted to as the police men(“Rumor is Alastor Hartfelt was murdered while out hunting, if so why not release the name of who the killer is?” “Is it the murderer who’s been plaguing New Orleans?” “Did you get a motive for the murder?”).

Inside wasn't any better. It smelled thickly of tobacco, you could see smoke on the ceiling trailing back from the bull pen. The young officer asked her to wait a moment, and soon the sheriff came out and brought her to a very cold area. The mourge.

Swallowing she wrapped her arms around herself, walking towards the metal table with a white sheet covering her husband. The coroner lifted the sheet for her and she couldn't help but gag. Covering her mouth and turning around quickly she attempted to swallowed her dread and bile before turning her head just so they hear her.

"I...Its him. Its Alastor." The coroner gave her a pat on the shoulder, giving her condolences as the sheriff guided her back outside. Rosemond's mind was dragging itself through muck and fog, her senses feeling both hyperaware and extremely dull at the same time. Once out the sheriff awkwardly pated her shoulder knocking her out of the mental fog and said that they had called a car for her. He turned toward the oncoming mob of reporters and started to address them and their questions.

It was with that she realized he had brought them to the front of the station, so not only reporters but many civilians now stared at the confirmed widow. She just covered her face with a handkerchief, shoulders shaking. They had tried questioning her as well but backed off when they realized all she could do at the moment was sob. Rosamund wished she wasn't so close, wished the car was here now so she didn’t have to hear or see anyone.

The sheriff to appease the growing crowd, was giving them a statement on the murder. They had actually found two bodies, Al's and another resident of New Orleans, though one of a less reputable reputation. The murderer had been at large in New Orleans going after similar gentleman to the later victim. Many were rumored to have done horrible things some even had been on the force. They suspected the murderer, a local hunter, had been spotted burying the body by Alastor while he had been out hunting. The less reputable man they suspect had just been more planed out, but without a proper autopsy it’s only speculation.

He had started going into detail about Alastors death having more visual ques to tell them his cause of death unfortunately.Thankfully the cab came finally so Rosamund quickly fled into the car, covering her mouth as she cried. Once in the car itself she stuttered out her address and went back to mourning.

Once home she couldn't bring herself to do anything. Rosamund sat on the couch, her husbands unusually pale face in her mind. She saw the bullet hole, there was no way for them to hide it from her. It was at the center of his forehead. She stared at the taxidermy deer that decorated their living room walls blankly. Looking around the room she noted how nothing had been cleaned, she hadn't made anything for the day and the garden hadn't been tended to at all. Usually Al would be chatting away as she listened, his favorite audience, he's always so talkative....was talkative. The silence now closing in on her with its truth, the silence was becoming so loud. It screamed without stop 'He's gone! He's gone! He's gone!' Standing she mechanically moved toward the radio turning the dial.

"-oved Radio Host Alastor Hartfelt is confirmed to be the latest and la-" Click. Her whole frame trembled as she collapsed onto the floor, not needing to muffle or hide her grief for anyone now. She stayed there even after the tears stopped feeling so a bone deep exhaustion take over her heart. Slowly she got up and stumbled along till she found their liquor cabinet. Grabbing Al's preferred bourbon she considered drinking straight from the bottle. Shaking her head she grabbed a glass and sat down at the table, pouring herself a drink.

She doesn't remember much after the second glass. Not a big fan of the darker liquors, a sweet red being her usual preference. Rosamund knows she stopped though, spotty as her memory was if it wasn't completely gone then well it isn't a black out drunk kind of night. She remembers stepping out onto the porch looking at the stars, giggling for Al to come see them only to cry herself to sleep.

This made waking up torture because the sun went right into her eyes. It was all so blurry and her stomach rolled violently, thankfully Al and her lived near the swamps, so puking in the bushes wasn't seen by anyone. Stumbling back into the house she made her way towards the bathroom, needing to get herself together. One night, to grieve, and now she had to be put together enough to....arrange everything.

The process of filling up the bath took her a while, but once it was done she released a bone deep sigh. Her body wanted to rest but her mind….a small part of her brain refused to not think of Alastor. She idly thought to herself she probably always will.

Stepping slowly into hot the water she slowly released the breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. Sinking down she leaned her head back a bit so it leaned on the side. The water felt so nice and warm, along with still being tired from last night....

Eyes so easily slipped closed, breathing slowed to gentle puffs.

Being asleep she didn't realize her body slowly slipped down the tub.

It doesn't take more then two inches of water to drown someone after all.

Rosamund had been confused on waking up to soft pastel clouds and opulent golden gates. She hadn't realized she had passed. Saint Peter cleared that up for her and then actually told her he had someone to summon, as they'd been waiting to welcome me.

Clasping her hands over her heart she held back her smile. Alastor hadn't been very open in his worship to God but it seems he held him closer heart then she thought, but thank heaven he had made...it.....here?

Saint Peter guided over a kind looking doe woman, her hair in the Gibson girl style. Her outfit was old fashioned more 1910's then the more recent 20s styles, a simple light pink blouse tucked into a long dove grey skirt. She had thick gold rimmed glasses and a straw hat, her deer ears(doe ears?) laying flat under the hat. The older woman adjusted her glasses, blinking in confusion at the newly arrived angelic reptilian like woman. The kindly old woman looked as confused as Rosamund felt.

They stared at each other for a minute before the woman with Saint Peter turned to look at him with skepticism, "Where is this? I...I thought I was coming to see him??"

The saint gave a nervous laugh and flew towards me, putting his hands on my shoulders making me tense lightly at the unwanted touch. "Ah, no I'm sorry Ma'am. This is his wife however! Angela Hartfelt, meeeeet~ Rosamund Hartfelt!"

The man floated beside the two of them giving jazz hands, even if his face had a nervous smile. They stared at him, making his smile quiver before looking at each other again. They quietly observed each other for a minute. Minus the added animal features, Mrs. Angela looked similar to how she’d been in life. Rosamund noted Mrs.Hartfelts pinkish red hair, like a pink desert rose. The woman's skin tone was the same as in life, a beautiful mocha color. A thought accrued to Rosamund and she turned to look at the angel troubled, "So...Al isn't here?"

At her question the blonde man wince.

"Oh noooooo, ahem! No. He uh he did not make it….up here."

Feeling her hands being grasped by callused hands she looks back to her mother-in-law. Looking into the older womans eyes, Rosa sees the sad acceptance in her eyes.

Rosamund is slowly pulled into a loving embrace, gently rocked side to side, oh she's crying again. That small hope of seeing him again crushed so swiftly she couldn't even fully register the hurt in her heart. Guess there is a lot of feeling in the moment. Closing her eyes she returns her mother-in-laws hug.

Pastels and gold, fluffy clouds and equally fluffy wings. There was a lot to get used to in the afterlife, but one thing that had gave her true pause was her appearance. A reptile for sure, the rough grey/green scales gave that away. No claws but she has slightly sharper teeth then average. Her hair was two toned. Honestly it reminded her of a swamp with a algae on top. A light dullish green over a amber like brown. She found the no ears very strange at first but summed it up to her more reptilian nature. For all the rainbow pastels heaven had to offer she was rather plain, with the dull greens and browns. Rosa never did like standing out, that was her lovely showoff of a husband.

Rosa had finally decided to ask about a year later, the seraphim what he had done to be down there. Her mother-in-law had advised her not to ask.

"Somethings are better left unknown dear." She had such a complex expression it was hard to tell what the old woman was feeling let alone thinking. Rosamund had been brought to a grey meeting room where Sera, a rather tall seraphim with a elegant appearance explained in a calm voice her husband was a murderer. Not just any either, the very one he frequently reported on and the one police had claimed the man who killed him had been. It was his murder he had been burying when hunting dogs had followed the scent of blood.

She'd went back to her and her mother-in-laws shared living space, and found Angela waiting with cups of coffee and cake. Rosamund sat down in a daze as the older woman looked out the front window.

"Alastors father was a violent man. Towards both of us." Rosa slowly looked up at the woman, it was the first thing either have them said since they sat down. Angelas eyes were wet, a deep sadness to her entire being. "I knew Al was capable of great evil, saw it in his eyes....wasn't the same as his fathers but had the same core. Violence and wrath.

As years passed they both decided to open a shop of some kind. It isn't necessary to have a job in heaven, but it does help pass the time. Eternity is a extremely long time after all. They lived together in a two story house that looked straight out of the French Quarter, so instead of trying to petition a shop they converted the ground floor to look like a tea room. Angela, much like her dear son, loved black coffee. Unlike him however she enjoyed it with a side of spice cake. As Alastors wife Rosamund learned to brew and enjoy enjoy coffee but usually added cream and honey to take off the bitter edge. Actually on one occasion that they were enjoying a cup together is how they decided to make a elegant coffee house!

Angela had taught her son everything she knows, and know Rosamund understood why he'd always lamented that his mothers food was better. It was simply amazing. From the savory to the sweet, when her Mother-in-Law left her kitchen window open many angels would pause mid flight at the delicious aroma.

The first day they had opened Heartfelt Corner, just before opening their doors Angela took her scaled hand in her own and bowed her head to say a prayer. Mrs. Hartfelt did this any time she felt it was important. This prayer was for patience should they need it and for Saint Matthew to bless any possible finances.

(On his penthouse balcony a angel sneezed then looked around confused. “Who’s talking about me??”)

When they opened the doors for the first time, it started rough, no customers for a while. Angela had decided to leave the doors open at one point, and that's when people started to trickling in. Rosamund had the firm opinion that it was Angela's food that drew people in, the smell was always wonderfully appealing no matter what it was.

After a few years the coffee room was very popular. Towards the 50's people started to call it The Heart Café, as apparently coffee houses started to become very popular! Many ladies liked how they'd styled it after a tea room and the 'coffee room specials' meant to mimic a tea room experience but with coffee. Busy gentlemen that came in enjoyed that they could have a quick cup and a sweet.

More cafes opened as tea rooms died down but not out, but Heartfelt became a staple of the Café community. They had only expanded once, and that was to make a back area for outdoor seating as well as two tables out front.

They didn't need to advertise much and if they did it was only via Radio. Angela was very camera shy, while Rosamund never liked so much direct attention. A catlike show woman had come in once, asking them if they would like to be on her show. They declined but she'd mentioned them anyway bringing in a wave of younger generations.

Some complain about the lack of electricity, well more about the lack of out links? No matter, they fashioned a little news and book-nook corner and the complaints died down somewhat.

Rosas after life kept moving on, but whenever someone orders a black coffee she cant help but think of her dear husband. The same happens when she's listening to talk radio for too long. Some try to emulate the hosts of old talking about the news around Heavens Gate. Where the newest generations have a bunch of hosts talk to each other! Can't remember the name the kids told her but her and Mother refer to it as the Hosts Chat. Al probably hates them.

There she goes again, he is never far in her mind. Yes he was....is? A murderer but she's long come to terms with the fact she does still love him.

Hell suited him just fine. Gore didn't bother him, nor how the color red bleed through every available pore the circles had. Alastor grew a taste for human flesh, when he was dropped down in what was the wonderland district he was ravenous.

Starving and angry he tore through that wanna be Overlords district and then kept up the trend. He learned his powers over the radio very quickly, the mic being sentient definitely helped. It didn't tell Al in any straight forward way, rather guided or pushed him in the right direction.

Next to nothing came down into the after life with him, only his rifle and two pictures. The rifle was on a mantle over his fireplace when he summons his incorporeal swamp territory. Surrounded but deer and other prey he's hunted in life.

The pictures are hidden away in a pocket watch that laid under his rifle. The style of it is called double hunter. On one side is of his mother, back straight with her hands folded neatly in her lap. The opposite sides photo was ripped, his human self torn out leaving only her. His pretty wife, in her white wedding gown. Her head was turned to the side, eyes and smile on the camera. His Rosamund had barely glanced for the picture so incandescently happy in that moment.

No need to dawdle on what can not be! The present is what matters, and in the present he has to be rid of his chains.

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Socialite

ok but within normal Batman DC like

Martha is was a Kane, and Thomas was everyone's favorite not sugar baby

it still works even if you see Thomas as the Sicilian jersey man (give me this man in a wife beater smoking through a pack after surgery sayin' the other docs ain't shit[the misogynists'] pLZ)

why? cause I want the socialite older sister he never got to know due to his dads younger days (either an arranged marriage that ended in divorce or she just wanted nothing to do with him cause hes a not so great guy, either way)

like her mother was one(a socialite) and now she is a leading fashion icon for gotham, so what do you mean the skrunly lookin' guy held up by the wall with the bombshell of a wife is her half-brother???

yes ok cool hes a doctor and he runs circles around the mafia, why is he dressed like he is homeless

nothing wrong with homelessness, but the guy HAS money, loads of it. w h y.

flash a lil forward to when they have their two gremlins around the same time

now baby!brucie is a sweetheart, lil guy is a Certified Angel Baby. His autistic eyes are large, observant, and full of curiosity

meanwhile the cousin was a menace to all, first time she was released onto the manor she colored a old painting, the walls, and Bruce. then got him to join in a cookie heist.

only got caught cause of Alfreds 6th sense for cookie thieves (theyre the og adhd baby is what they tell dickie later)

(bruce asked to be colorful "wanna look like mama" his cousin also scribbled on their face for solidarity!)

[inspo for martha an thomas influenced by @bruciemilf]

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Dc brain worm

I’m almost done w/ Alastors death fic I PROMISE but

I had an idea cause Ive been reading a lot of Batfam, which can make me cry or be super wholesome! Batmom will always be pleasant to read for me, but I personally never desired kids much less a literal milita unit of them

WHICH LEAD ME TO

ECCENTRIC BATAUNTIE or BATUNCLE

a second or third removed cousin on Bruce’s Dads side (I always liked the idea of Martha being the true Wayne and Thomas taking her name)

only found out they were related because they did one of those DNA tests for fun. Stressed about trying to reach out cause how many have probably tried laying about this very thing? Of course eventually ends up trying cause some family is better then none right?

In the age of social media it’s just a matter of getting the right account email or number, but given it’s Bruce they probably have to find Lucius or Alfred. they WOULD NOT reach out to the kids. even the adult ones. cause that’s kinda creepy and not their job to let them know of potential family members

OR

Grandpa Wayne disowned his first daughter from an arranged marriage, remarried then has Martha. Martha as an adult finds out about her fathers previous marriage and reaches out to her older sister wanting to connect/is generally curious about her sister

they both are married with kids and after realizing there’s no bad blood between them decided to have their kids meet!

baby Bruce was a know it all and no one can change my mind, while his cousin was thought walls were blank canvases ✨

I do see them getting along purely because of Autism to Autism communication(like lil brucie teaching his new cousin ASL so they can both be nonverbal together but still tell people what’s wrong is v v important to me)

and no I won’t take any criticism on Autistic Bruce, I know what a masking adult look like and that BITCH is one of us

ANYWAY ill go more into either one, might play around w/ both scenarios or just one idk yet

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Death of Angels and Devils

ok so i'm going to be going in the same order so pls bare with me, I am going to try to make it shorter then the last ones as they felt long

Nvm I’m splitting them up again, I tried to make this smaller an brain said no❣️

V to Vox, Stella to Strella

When he died it was a regular day for Strella, the maid had left a while ago and the cook had left not minutes ago. Strella had been writing new songs, tapping out beats and humming vocals when the knock came. She'd pulled on a robe and headed to the door, simple silk and she tied it tight. God forbid V drank himself to oblivion again and had been brought home by his staff. Again.

Laughing and shaking her head she had opened the door to a pair of policemen standing at the door. Looking at them they'd both been remorseful but with a undercurrent of eagerness? She had first thought, 'Oh V why did you have to get caught?' to 'Oh god no' as they explained why they were knocking at her door.

She was a widow now. It was clear that someone had murdered him, his head had been put through a television set multiple times. They had a list of suspects but had wanted to know if their was anyone she could personally think of that could've done it. Strella rambled off a few names, knowing her husbands enemies but feeling like they we're speaking to her underwater.

Was he really gone? Her V? She touched the set of pearls he'd given her, a wedding present one among many from him but her personal favorite. It grounded her enough to finish answering their questions. Apparently having noticed her state, they had at one point directed her to the living room where she now stood looking at the fuzzy carpet they'd bought together. It started to hit her then and tears quickly fell.

She didn't fall to her knees but collapsed onto the couch, staring at the far wall. He....he was gone. She had to make so many plans now. Not even just plans on what to do with his body, but funeral arrangements. Its when a flash went off over her shoulder she'd felt a sense of apathy take over.

Of course the insects would swarm to get a look at the new widow, probably more flies had been sent to the scene of her husbands murder itself. Standing her summons her spine of steel and marches to the window, making sure to give those paparazzi the coldest look she could muster at the moment. It worked great given they didn't raise their cameras for a shot of her as she closed the bind.

Strella had gone through the motions, calling in a funeral home for him, arranging for more coworkers to come then any family members. Strella didn't really talk to her brothers so no one from her side came but a cousin of his had came. Then later had tried to pick the house clean of his items, claiming family should hold onto them.

She doesn't know what had pissed him off more in the end, the fact that V's will made it so she got everything or that she also got his life insurance. Not that she did anything with it really, she'd known a decent charity fund for gay people(i wanna say it lead to the funding of some organizations).

She sold the house, not wanting to be surrounded by memories of their life together. Downsized to a smaller space, kept the maid on payroll but needed her less frequently now. She drank more, wrote many songs but....they were sad. About heartbreak and despair, loss and grief, death and those left behind. She only did songs once in a while on the jubilee show he used to run.

Strella had been walking down a side street when it happened, she'd gone out and left earlier then usual. Friends trying to distract her grief with some parties, but even that had lost its charm.

No one made snide comments with her about other party goers, or drink themselves silly together laughing openly at others by then. It all hurt too much, and too little time has passed.

Strella was dragged into an alley as she'd past it, the person demanded her money, a gun digging into her side. She'd stammered out that it was in her purse, and they'd thrown her to the way side. Strella thought it was over, tried running away when she'd heard the bang.

She'd fallen onto that dirty alley floor, confused at first before the pain really hit her. It was also getting harder to breath too...coughing made blood come out and she knew then she was a goner. When had her pearls broken? She could see them glinting, shiny iridescent pearls. Strella had complained that they hadn't reached the 30th year mark and he had insisted she deserved them. That was what made tears come up, not the pain but knowing she won't be able to leave this world with her favorite item from V. Closing her eyes she gave into the blackness creeping in on her.

Ah...at least she'll be with V again....

Opening her eyes to pearly gates had not been the plan. It wasn't even what she had wanted really. Nor was becoming fuzzy with ears and a tail but no one guessed heaven was so....furry. Apparently she should have horded her wealth instead of feeling like it was blood money, and maybe not have left a will donating anything left behind to charity. She didn't plan on having children, not without V at least and being he was dead well. She didn't want it to go to a bank or something, yes it could have gone to her family but they would have denied it. Pride can be detrimental sometimes.

Strella had taken a step back for a few years, mourning the loss a second time. The Head Seraphim, Sera had scolded her about it saying he had earned his place and so had she in heaven. Sera did not like it when she had told her the only reason she is here is because of her husbands money, if he hadn't died she wouldn't have donated a cent of her wealth. So really he had secured her place.

After that a questionnaire system had popped up, angels of lower ranks deal with the 'winners' inquiry about anything. Strella had to stop herself from laughing because all this because lil ol' her? She was just pointing out the flaws and hypocrisy that seemed to have flown under the radar. It had taken a few months to really see it, she'd been guessing mostly but when politicians started coming through the gates like posturing peacocks and none of her God fearing familia? She knew.

One thing she hadn't seen coming was fame. The songs she'd written in her heartbreak and a few originals she'd sung on the show V ran, got attention after she'd passed. Apparently when going through her things after her death, they'd found her songs. Unable to have them donated to anything, her old band got together once more and published her songs, playing the music with a strand-in for her. A stand-in, like she'd be able to sing on the mortal coil ever again.

More covers made, and really the gays won't let someone who have helped the community go unnoted. It was in the 80's that a producer approached her, they wanted her on their new show for entertaining heavens masses. A sort of jubilee show to be exact! When she'd asked about slots that is when he corrected her.

He was looking for a Host, and had the thought of having Estrella be that Host. Not only having a woman host would spice things up in the industry, but well Estrella always knew how to get peoples attention. When naming the show he had suggested Stellas Show, which had been Meh to her.

So she suggested another name. Strellas Spotlight.

She would have one performance and a small interview portion afterwards. However once a year, she'd pick a day to sing and do a full performance, sometimes inviting popular guests a second time, this time to conduct a interview on Estrella herself.

People started to note that the songs, while not her typical songs, were obviously for someone. One of her guests finally asked and she revealed herself, these songs were for V. Her demon husband.

Honestly she doesn't know what people found more scandalous, the fact she claimed they were still married or the fact she was so openly in love with him. She'd done a segment of just interviews after that, many winners had family and loved ones down in hell and nowhere to actually talk about them without literal heavenly judgement. Feelings are complicated, and even their wonderful afterlife they can mourn in some way for those not with them.

She actually had to stop running the show for a while, her producer under too much pressure from The Seraphim to cancel the show. The only reason it was a hiatus and not a full cancel is because of the roar of protest from winners, new and old. Apparently her bold claim to love got attention, but it was really the follow up of interviews, that softened a decent amount of winners. Not that demons are good of course, but some of them are still loved despite being in hell.

Now its the modern age and the show has adapted along with it, when it comes to music they still do live shows, they just made them more like a concert experience. Strella loves when they add her, like Christion Dior! Lovely man, she hosted him then they did a fashion show to show his new heavenly designs! He even let her keep the dress she wore to open his show with!

Strella does still do a song every year for V, but has a submission period where folks can dedicate songs to loved ones in hell. A way to grieve for them, she would bullshit to whomever would ask. Really she just needs to keep her show on the air and being a goo goo eyed Old Hollywood starlet has these kids eating out of her hands.

The TV head man stared at the screen, the words reflected back on his face. Strellas Spotlight Hour. He didn't move, but the screen before him started to play a lively intro that went into more playful piano. You could hear the live audience start oooooing already, the Host entered through a false door walking down some steps and opening a false closet, taking off her coat and pulled out a cardigan sweater. It was cream with light pink edges and collar. Finally after placing her sweater on, curls cut short in this one so no need to fix them he noted, she turned towards the audience.

"Hello all neighbors!" Squeals of excitement, making the hostess laughing showing pearly fangs, "Yes yes no secret here folks, you loved him in life so please give a generous welcome to everyone's favorite neighbor! Mister Rogers!" An older man steps out of the fake door with steps. He’s an Irish wolfhound, in a red sweater? Sweetly smiling and waving. Strella shakes his hand then guides him over to her hosting area with the enthusiastic crowd following. As they started the introduction he leaned back in his chair, his digital grin dripping red.

In the room itself different screen light up around the room, all with Strella as the focus point. One had her dressed to the nines, singing with a sad expression. Another she’s leaning across her desk to hold someone’s hand, consoling them. Her figure on replay shimmying sensually out of a large coat to start Christian Diors fashion show. Her screaming but also laughing, climbing on top of her desk as some Australian brings in a live crocodile. Her slowly looking at the camera, eyes wide in shock, a secret revealed only in the afterlife.

Too bad he can't sit and watch her shows all the time, ok that’s a lie he had that shimmy on a loop in his processors. Thank whoever let heavens network occasionally send down a few episodes, like that stupid cherub commercial. They never got the newest stuff down here, that reserved for up top unfortunately. Standing and adjusting his coat he turned to the elevator platform, the screens all winking out but one. The audio plays as the elevator starts to move upwards.

“And I am Estrella Torres de Abbot and thank you for staying tuned! Have a wonderful day my dear-“ Vox sighs, pinching between his brows. Ugh. He has to fix that cut, too short, doesn't sound like her.

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Extended Wives

Sorry this took forever, lifes been kicking my butt and keeping me busy unfortunately so i havent ben able to have time to write, back to it tho!

Husk's Partner

To start with these two sour pusses they meet in a bar a year or two before WW2. (Husk gives me soldier vides and him enlisting to the Korean war didn't make sense, world war 2 however? made a bit more sense to me.)

The reason that they actually got married was because of their families actually. Brennan Feidlimid McKabe and Cian Aodhan O'Flaherty were both unmarried and seemed to have no plans to get with anyone anytime soon. What were their poor Irish immigrant families to do! Husk, once Cian, was raised by his immigrant grandfather and Brennans mother had been pregnant with her on the ride over to the states, basically giving birth once they'd touched American soil.

While it had been arranged Bren and Husk actually got along very well. She never really minded his heavy drinking, the most he did to her is make a pass at her and well that's more then most husbands. She didn't mind the drunken sex as Husk was a giving lover.

However she never fully put down her walls. Probably because of her parents relationship, but she never tried to get to know Husk. He was a decent man after all, but she just...was waiting for him to. Do something.

They never talked about it and though it wasn't spoken of, it was certainly the underling cause of many fights between them. The the whole world blew up in a war again, thing was they both were only teens when the first world war had broken out. They'd called it The Great War growing up thinking it'd be the only one. It was also the reason Bren's da had...changed.

Husk wanted to enlist, and while Bren could see why it was good or him to do so. She was afraid. She didn't want him to come back different like her dad did, she didn't want to finally see what kind of monster will emerge from this.

Brennan sat down with him and told him straight that if he comes home he can drink himself to oblivion but don’t become mean without cause. Don’t be cruel to her or anyone else.

Husk had kissed her hands and cheeks promising to not be terribly changed and to come home. She didn’t really expect him to keep either of those promises, war is a hard thing to come back from after all.

Bren let him make love to them on that couch after that conversation. Then they did it again because well, she didn’t really expect him to be loyal to her and her alone while deployed. Did tell him she’d take a lover herself to pass the time as well.

Of course a fat lie, she…liked him. It wasn’t long after he left for basic training and then off to a platoon or unit.

Brennan went to work of course, as many women did. Liked the hard work and building up a sweat, liked the camaraderie that comes from being around like minded women.

I see them having lived near Seattle, Washington, so Bren worked on Boeing B-17s!

Took having to leave the work force hard, but didn’t try to make them make her stay. Went home with her newly learned skill and don’t just mean drilling.

House broke down a few times so she rolled up her sleeves, went to the library to get a Plumbing for Dummies book (probably didn’t exist but whatever was the equivalent) and went to work fixing. Helped some of the wives in the neighborhood as well.

Then the war ended, ladies needed to hand back the jobs and go back to their lives with their husbands. Bren was looking forward to Husk being home, but she had liked working and was one of the many disappointed to have to leave it.

Husk had changed, many men had. Thankfully he didn't become violent but they both became poorer then they'd ever been their entire lives.

Drinking had always been Husk's vice but when money started going missing Brennan looked into where it could be going. Thinking at the time his infidelity had crossed the ocean back with him. That's when she learned of his newer vice, gambling.

Introduced to him while on leave overseas, Husk grew a taste for the highs of it. The money didn't hurt either when he was on a hot streak. But the lows hit hard when you don't have the consistent funds to keep that up. And they had both been raised poor, many men had fallen into similar habits so Brennan knew the signs.

They had ignored them however, a mistake on their part really. They should have talked with him. Done something before it got real bad! But they didn't. And then that night happened....

On a foggy spring night in the 1950's Husk had went out gambling.

He had come in like a hurricane, sweeping through the house grabbing some clothes and packing frantically. She remember waking up due to the noise and groggily asking whats wrong.

He hadn't said anything back, that is what got her attention. Sitting up she'd asked all kinds of questions, but he didn't say anything. Asked him why, what she did, where is he going, and more she can't recall.

Followed him out of their room down the hall and to the front door. It's there he finally spoke, but it wasn't a answer to any of her questions.

"I wish I had more time to love you better. You deserve that but all you got was my love. I'll probably lose that too when I leave..." Then he had kissed them as they had been too confused to think of anything to say. They'd cried like they were some teenager, snot and tears with those heavy sobs.

It was the last the saw of him, but they heard what happened years later....

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Hello dearies!

Lmao I knew yall wanted the Alastor x reader difnjwkdjdjd (he’s one of my favorites too guys I feel)

Glad you liked it tho!! I have one more to go of the wives, Husks wife who is actually my favorite ngl, and then we get into the deaths!!!

That came off too excited but honestly I’m just excited to gab about these ladies, they’ve been on my mind for a minute and others need to enjoy them

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Expanding on the Wives

everyones favorite asexual serial killer and his cute wifey! this one is marked mature as it is his serial killing days. I will be going into all their deaths on the third part so stay tuned~

Alastors wife

Okay so I said Al doesn’t remember how they first met and he doesn’t mainly because I personally headcanon that he has a lot of trauma in accordance with that time. Mainly at the hands of his father, which more then likely is one of the core manifestations of his future MO for being a serial killer, being that he killed ‘bad people’ and never outright leaned toward killing women. Do I think he did? Yeah someone had to have seen something at one point and Alastor isn’t one for lose ends. (I’m sorry guys you’re gonna see a lot of me info dumping, serial killers psyche and the types are a special interest of mine)

They meet when they were kids, him just running around New Orleans learning the streets and how to use the alleys to make a quick getaway. It had helped him more then on one occasion growing up in that day and age, more so when people knew of his parentage. Not that he was ashamed but rather no one Likes Pain much less children, and unfortunately other children will do as they see their parents do. Rosalind had been reading on the steps on the library when he had ran into her. It wasn’t any kind of meet cute considering they got into a argument about who’s fault it was, kids am I right?

They kiddos had decided that they both were ultimately at fault, him for running when Mama said not to rush and Rose for sitting on the steps where people walk. They’d shook on it and had spent the day talking about some radio stories, Alastor eventually telling her about his dream of being a host himself.

They meet up regularly and talked about the many things kids find important. Until Rosalind’s Pa died and her mother had to move them back up north. The saddest part was it all happened so rapidly, Rosalind hadn’t had time to find Alastor to tell him. Her mother kept Rosalind close to her through out the process of the funeral and the move, having heard of the company her daughters been keeping but also to grieve with her daughter.

Thus she moved away and Alastor slowly forgot the face of his friend. He remembers having a dear childhood friend but figured they, like everyone else heard of his heritage and left him.

Meanwhile up north Rosalind was dreaming of going back to the south. She thanked her lucky stars her fathers family lived down in Louisiana still, she sent letters often down to her cousins asking about life and how is dear New Orleans changing?

When she was 18 Rosalind decided to make the choice to move down south. Her mother had gotten a urgent letter from her aunt raving about how her cousins were living in sin and needed a good girl like Rosalind to guide them. Of course this was only partly the case, their cousins mother had actually passed in the fall and one them impersonated her as to fool Rosalind's mother.

They made this plan as to get Rosalind out from her mothers thumb, wanting her to stay close and up north together. It was not that Rosalind didn't love her mother she just didn't want to be smothered by her anymore.

Now for the second and remembered meeting!!

Once secure in the South her cousins had decided to celebrate! What better way to celebrate gaining independence in the 20's then going to Mimzy's club! Bonus her cousins worked there as showgirls(have to make money somehow...) so they were familiar with the atmosphere.

It had been fun, they drank and danced some. It was only when her cousins had been swept onto the dance floor by two different gentlemen that Rosalind finally felt conflicted. Truth be told she had been having mixed feelings all night, but now alone with the gazing of hungry men feasting on her flesh.

Heading to the bar she ordered herself a drink, trying to call the bartenders attention. It was when a smooth voice called above her head that the bartender finally looked over.

"John my good man! My usual drink for me, and one for the lady as well."

Now at this time Al has been establishing himself in his career for a while, I imagine at this time he had actually just scored his first segment. It was some news on event in town and weather reports, he still has a small way to go till he can report on what he really wants. The Local Crime segments, the man who does it now Tyler put people to sleep the way he drones.

He had come to Mimzy's tonight to stalk his next hunt. His radio career wasn't the only one he had been curating and growing with time. He started his murder career with a truly vile man, his father. No one thought much of the hunting accident, his father was a drunk and many had the opinion it had been bound to happen. Filled eith righteous fury, he went after only villainous people. Muggers, rapists, a fellow murderer, and well an unfortunate witness.

Alastor had been eyeing this particular prey for a while, a rapist who preyed on woman. Alastor had watched his prey pick out his own prey for the evening, watched him circle like a vulture. He took notice of the woman, a soft smile on her face but discomfort colored her brows. It stirred something in him, a flash of his mothers face making his grin feel strained.

Alastor doesn't know why and could only put it to words after when he was in Hell. He interrupted his preys hunt to intercept the woman, buying her a drink. The conversation was stimulating, and having her not fawn over him was a nice change. Despite his small role in the station his popularity grows by the day. What can he say, he has a voice made for radio!

They hit it off from there, him quietly offing his prey another night. No need for vermin like him to linger around. After all Ms. Rosalind frequently met him at Mimzy's so there no reason not to keep the place...tidy so to speak.

Rosalind felt like she was in a fairytale, not only was she able to get a job as a poster painter(lots of prints were handmade back then!) but Alastor, a radio host with a career on the rise, seemed to fancy her.

She didn't realize who Alastor was until they'd gotten married, saw a picture of him and his mom he kept in the back of a bible. She also realized he didn't remember her, it made her a little sad but she remembered the bruises he would show up with and forgave him in her heart.

Speaking of, they were only together for like a month before getting married. And the proposal was at his house! He made dinner and lit candles, and made sure to be his most charming.

Rosalind could only say yes to her dear sweet Al. The thing that had gotten people talking is that she hadn't gone home that night. Alastor was never huge on touch but always seemed to gravitate towards her space. That night they'd cuddled on the couch, exchanging small kisses until they'd fallen asleep.

It’s had started the rumor mill but what made it a full function factory was how the wedding ended up being a month later. So many older ladies comforted her saying ‘first babies are always late’, Alastor had gotten a good laugh out of her flushed face after. She had scolded him but couldn't put any heat behind it, weak as she was to his smile.

They never were physical together, it just wasn't something either of them wanted. They didn't desire each other for the body itself, but for the company and conversation. It was a lovely union, Alastor being attentive to her labors praising her work in the house and garden.

Speaking of her garden, since I see the house being his parents before his own. The garden was originally his mothers. It had fallen into deep disrepair since she had passed, as he had no talent for gardening. With his little wife however it had returned to its old splendor.

Where he didn't have a talent for the green, he did take well to his fathers old hunting lessons. Something he found himself indulging in as a married man. Fresh vegetables and herbs along side some fresh venison, made for a wonderfully fresh meal you couldn't find anywhere else. Who knew all it took was one these hunts for him to disappear from her life forever?

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Expanding more on the wives

Will be 3 parts, this one is going to focus more on when they were alive then their time in heaven, I'll be doing a separate 3 parter for that. Going in order of my first post

Vox’s Wife

She was a white passing Hispanic woman in her mortal life. Named Estrella Torres Cárdenas when she was born, her family nicknamed her Stella hoping she would have it even easier later in life.

Choose in her adult life to just have her last name be Towers. This had been suggested to her by another budding star, a man who also was white passing but had changed his full name. Estrella loved her name, rare though she got to use it but still changed her last name and thus made Stella Towers her stage name.

When she meet Vox, he of course still went my his mortal name Victor Abbott but Stella just called him V. A cocky son of a bitch from the start, he had crushed lesser men to get where he is now and has no plans on stopping. TV is the future after all, and being a producer to this one show is just his start. He had big ideas and was not letting any man get in his way. (Sorry my fem presenting friends 50s was full of misogyny)

That didn’t change with meeting her, really there first meeting could have been better but that isn’t what happened. She, a raising star, had an original song ready to fly when the director told her off handedly she had to sing a cover. The bastard hadn’t even looked at her properly, talking to her tits the entire time. She had been frustrated but her manager had been furious, it was not what had been agreed on after all. The pot bellied director seemed more annoyed he couldn’t keep talking to her tits than the actual argument her manager was trying to have on her behalf.

“And what seems to be such a problem here, hmm?” That got all three head present looking over to the Producer of this jubilee, Victor Abbott. His hair was slicked back with gel, the color so dark it seemed to have a blue shine to it. He had a fresh cut cigar in one and his other nonchalantly in his pants pocket. His aura was intimidating to most, but Stella learned quickly to grow a backbone stronger than steel.

“Your director decided, just shy of 10 minutes before I go on, to inform my manager and myself that we’re doing a cover instead of the agreed upon song.” Stella craved a cigarette but that could come after her performance, she settled on drinking in the tall producer. Victor blinked then groaned, it sounded more like a growl and stirred her interest.

“That fat fuckin-“ he heaved a sigh before pulling out a cigar case, placing the cut cigar inside and snapping it closed. It was with that snap Stella noticed how the argument had died out with his presence. She couldn’t read the director well but she knew her manager was nervous. Looking back to Victor he was smiling at her, it was horribly fake and if she was a lesser actress she would have cringed. Good thing she knew how to play her role huh.

“I am sorry for the inconvenience, I can have our band play for you as they’ve been playing that song on and off all week.” Victor turns to glare at the director, “It’s someone’s favorite, not mine but they won’t be my issue after this.”

Stella…should not have been as attracted to that as she had been. Whatever, this suits her needs fine. Stella placed a gentle hand on his arm and smiled coyly up at him, watching his cheeks turn pink from under her lashes.

“That suits me just fine love.”

Those six words were said a lot by Stella, there wasn’t much her man could do that would upset her. Stella always had a grey moral compass personally so as long as she was unaffected or gained something from it, she didn’t care what he did. Never wanted to know exactly what was going on either, she knew the glam of Hollywood is covered in blood. Just didn’t want to ever personally see it.

Smoked and drank heavily, she was a starlet after all. Definitely a photograph out there of V lighting her cigarette with his cigar. Some award ceremony they went to or another. Speaking of photos, she preferred white clothes with pinks and purple accent pieces. The contrast to her husband was something they both delighted in, a glowing star to his pitch night sky. There’s very few photos of V smiling, the most popular being one of their wedding photos. It was at the after party, she’s chatting animatedly with a crowd as V holds her waist in one hand, looking at his now wife with loving eyes and the smallest smile.

Loved fur, the closer to white it was the better in her opinion. Favorite of hers was a shrug V got her on their 3rd anniversary. Had a boa for when it was warmer but she still wanted to be That Girl, after all what better way to show off all her lovely jewelry then to pair it with a fur!

Speaking of their marriage, she definitely had a sit down with him before they decided to even be engaged(yes decided, think this, but she agrees to both vacations). The sit down was basically to tell him her real ethnicity and full name, Stella knew it could be a risk but she wanted to be her full euthentic self. In their home and only there he calls her Strella. First time she heard it she thought he was drunk and slurring his words. He was drunk but he had pulled he close and mumbled into her dress,

“ ‘S yer nickname….from yer name. Estrellaaaa.” The half hearted jazz hands had set off her giggles and then there was nothing else but to love and take care of the fool.

Next one is going to be Alastors lovely lady! I’ll be going into everyone’s death before I go into their heaven lives~

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Angelic Wives

Vox, Alastor, and Husk

There is a spoiler for helluva boss is Voxs part, just a heads up

Summary: just a stream of thought on their wives, who they are and how they’d act in life and heaven

Vox

I see him running a TV program like a new up coming producer

he produced one of those musical/comedy jubilees, so people preformed or did comedy acts

meet his wife as she sang some cover of an older song, she had wanted to do her own original song but the studio vetoed it

he loved her voice and natural elegance, she thought his secretly pathetic nature was adorable

Old Hollywood IT couple vibes, but like any photos of them he’s blank or stoic looking

he just liked the contrast of his radiantly glowing wife to his darkness

she had no illusions about how terrible he was. She drank and smoked sure but she knew she had nothing on him morally

my headcanon is he got his head repeatedly smashed into a TV by someone he definitely stole the position from

I’ll say this once: She’s Only Heaven because of Him

Like she was a good person but if you’ve seen Helluva Boss you know you can like buy you’re way into heaven(donate it to good causes and the like)

Idk if they were a thing but i can see Vox taking out a life insurance policy on both him and his wife, either way when he passed she ended up loaded

didn’t want it, actually was SUPER depressed due to him passing so she kept enough to sustain herself but donated everything else

only went on TV on his death date, sang songs he loved or would’ve liked

did make only 1 album but it was very sad and it wasn’t popular when she was alive

was also murdered!! But in a mugging, her favorite pearl necklace got destroyed but she got to keep her ring(she wanted those damn pearls)

my first idea for her in heaven was to have a spotlight head akfbwjnxjdndkskd

honestly tho I think she’d be a Sand Cat, very rare but definitely not a house pet

people have mixed feelings about her being in heaven

it was cause she had a more ‘sexy starlet’ persona cause many people unconfirmed rumors

Now it’s mainly due to how she’s publicly admits to still loving her demon husband

knows they technically aren’t married “death do you part” and all, but she kept the ring dammit that’s her man

would be thrilled to know he had found a partner!!(partners of polyvees)

not the jealous type has a more “I can share as long as you have space for me in your heart” thought process

For Just Valentino

• “oh wow he found someone with the a similar moral compass! That is to say: none! Good for him.”

• think he’s very beautiful tbh

• “why are they both so damn tall…” jealous only of their height

For PolyVees

“I love the Evil Power Couple vibe….what? I can like it and know they are not good people! Logic people, come on.”

Craves velvettes designs, like heavens fashion has Christian Dior but she likes Velvettes fresh styles

would be curious about the relationship dynamics tbh like is her husband a hinge or what

Back to my HeadCannons!!

actually started her own jubilee program in heaven! Still takes a segment on Vs death day to sing him a song

It’s popular cause new souls who remember miss old MTV(I know I do) and older souls miss the performance aspect I bet

Heaven does have to check over what she’s putting on the program, it has to be clean and by heavens many rules after all

does a hosting segment on the weekends, she apparently got really popular after her death!!

People in heaven were gagged to see her being a TV host(Hell too if the Cherub commercial is anything to go by)

Alastor

met when they were young adults at Mimzys club, it was a slow romance like spring thawing out winter

A slow realization but quick to accept their love for the other, got married so quick people actually started to gossip

that was a theme in their life together, being gossiped about but no one confronting them

he was a famous radio host after all! And she was his lovely housewife, even if she was a yankee

(he doesn’t remember her but they meet when they were younger but only she remembered, didn’t say much cause she knows it wasn’t a happy time for him)

loved to forage and garden, paired with his hunting they always ate very fresh food. (He misses it not that he’d actually say to anyone)

I can see him living outside of New Orleans, not in the bayou but close to the swamps

she didn’t know about his murder hunts, and as he became a cannibal after death she never ate a victim

so while he was shot in the head, my personal headcanon was that people thought the hunter was the mass murderer and a mob got to him before police

I will write about this somewhere else because I have A Lot of thoughts on police work back then, plus the forensics that aid in this

she was of course devastated, she barely ate and when the police told her what happened the first time she fainted

they had to repeat themselves 3 times till it registered that her husband was dead

so many assumed she offed herself, but she just fell asleep in the bath after a breakdown

having drowned and gone to heaven, she finally got to meet the other most important person to Alastor!!

Abigail is also a deer, and was thrilled to meet she lil Al’s lady! Always lowkey knew what kinda person her boy was so is not surprised he isn’t in heaven

his wife is Upset and Confused, he should be here? Why isn’t he in paradise!

I t’s not a-typical but Sera had a meeting with her and basically was like “listen you didn’t know this so you were safe but…”

tells his wife everything, doesn’t hold anything back. Sera knows Abigail has an idea, but not the full picture

now she is Upset and Confused but for very different reasons.

She’s upset for many reasons; he lied to her, many times and in so many ways. She felt like a fool

Confused at herself because she still…misses him. And loves him. He was her Al, sweet with terrible jokes and his mamas recipes.

She shouldn’t. Right? He’s evil and where he belongs.

Opened a coffee shop because she needed something to do, and with no forests to forage she turned to Abigail who turned her to cooking/baking

her menu has his favorite snack foods, and a handful of sweet items that she rotates out

expanded to matcha and espresso in the modern years, but kept her coffee shop in a vintage design

think a tea room design but for a coffee shop

Husk

Ok so Husk always gave me ex-solider vibes, like the drinking and gambling? Coping mechanisms

Husk was probably a very hard man to love and did a lot of learning down in Hell

I can see him leaving his family, but only cause he saw it as the debt leaving with him

(It did and ended up being the reason he died, owing money to the wrong people)

His wife, the reason he can not love, was tough as nails at least on the outside

Would and did roll up her sleeves and did the “man’s work” around the house; fixed up the car, plumbing, made a table out of a tree that fell in the yard

If she could learn how to do it, she put her all into it

When he left took up neighborhood odd jobs, many actually used her for childcare and it inspired her to open her home to kids in need.

They didn’t get to have any kids before he left, they tried but…well she always ended up saying her kids came to her later in life

Caring for and loving those kids are why she’s in heaven, she thankfully passed while not fostering any young ones

Spontaneous heart attack, wasn’t surprised liked her meat and potatoes

Mainly white Calico, long haired to Husks medium(fluffycatsfluffycatsfluffycats)

Not surprised Husk isn’t in heaven, he was a soldier he killed people. Is a lil surprised she’s there

She was a kind woman, a hard life made her have a hard exterior

She did what she could for the children she could, but never saw it as enough

If Hell has children then Heaven probably does too

Opened a few orphanages, got permission from the Seraphim’s and everything

Isn’t a director but does do monthly check ins to make sure everything is to her standards. Wants the best for these kids.

Thinks about Husk in a bittersweet way, knows he’s probably enjoying all the gambling dens and ladies

He was faithful in life and that’s more then most women got, she doesn’t mind him seeking others

It doesn’t matter that she hasn’t tried looking for another, she always preferred her own company anyway

She had been annoyed and angry at him in life for leaving but in the afterlife…..in small quiet moments she thinks about him

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