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Galexia Nova

Galexis is known to be a singer throughout the universe but isn't much of a show off. She lost her planet because of her ex girlfriend just as she was noticed by other creatures for hr talent and Mt Sylvia and Wonder. She has sibling relationship with those two but mostly Sylvia as they have some things in common and joins them on thir helping others even distracting her crush Lord Hater which she hits from Wonder no matter how nosey he can be. I think her music would be a mix of Billie Eiilish and Kami Kehoe.

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Lady of Shadows

Summary: Isra was born different than anyone from conjure magic to being able to control darkness like shadows. She can do as she please when it came to being on her own after letting her parents die for not being there for her endless torture in the streets of the place that was supposed to be her home. Anyone who saw her or heard of her feared for their lives as she isn't too kind to strangers. Her ability of mastering the shadows can very useful when it comes to being a criminal all on her own showing no mercy. When she sets foot into Agrabah. Thing are about get interesting.

Ch4

Isra went on her day going around the city buying herself food when Razoul the head guard stood behind her which she was aware of. She felt his shadow before he even got close, like a dark stain spreading across her senses.

Without turning, she grabbed a fig from a nearby cart, tossing a coin behind her.

"I can hear you breathing, Razoul," she said, biting into the fruit. "Still as loud as a camel."

The guard cleared his throat. "The Royal Vizier wants to see you."

Isra turned slowly, fig juice running down her chin. She wiped it away, eyes locked on Razoul's nervous face. His hand kept twitching toward his sword.

"Tell Jafar I'll come when I feel like it," she said, checking another piece of fruit. "And don't think about dragging me there. That wouldn't end well for you."

Razoul's jaw tightened. "One of my men already told us what you can do."

A smile crept across Isra's face. "Ah, the survivor. At least one of your guards has brains."

She looked at him with serious expression once she was done eating tossing in the small basket with the others.

"Fine. I'll see what your boss wants. But remember," she leaned in, dropping her voice, "nobody in Agrabah controls me. And if they try . . . well your man what was name Azeil knows what happens. Don't test me."

Razoul led Isra through the winding streets toward the palace. She followed at her own pace, making him glance back nervously every few steps.

"Walk faster," he grumbled.

"Make me," she replied with a smirk.

When they reached a small door at the palace's side, Razoul pointed down a spiral staircase. "The Vizier is below."

Isra descended alone, her footsteps silent. The stairway opened to a dim chamber filled with strange contraptions and scrolls. Jafar stood with his back to her, hunched over some mechanical device.

She melted into the shadows, watching. A red parrot perched nearby suddenly squawked.

"Boss! We've got company!" Iago flapped his wings frantically.

Jafar turned, scanning the room. "Show yourself."

Isra emerged from darkness like smoke taking form. "You summoned me?"

"Ah, yes." Jafar's voice was silky. "I've heard fascinating things about your... abilities."

"Most people who hear about me run the other way."

"I'm not most people." Jafar smiled thinly.

"What do you want?" Isra crossed her arms.

Instead of answering, Jafar asked, "Where did you acquire such power?"

Isra's patience vanished. In one fluid motion, she crafted a dagger from pure shadow and pressed it against his throat.

"I don't like questions," she hissed. "Talk."

Jafar's composure cracked slightly. "Very well. I need someone to enter the Cave of Wonders. I seek a lamp—"

"The magic lamp?" Isra laughed bitterly. "That's a children's tale."

"It's very real," Jafar insisted. "And only a 'diamond in the rough' can retrieve it."

"And you think that's me?" Isra withdrew her shadow blade. "You're desperate."

Jafar studied Isra thoughtfully, his eyes narrowing with sudden interest. He stepped closer, his tall frame casting a long shadow that she could feel stretching toward her own.

"Such power... and beauty to match," he said, voice dropping to a silky purr. "We could make quite the team, you and I."

Isra scoffed. "Does that line work on all the women you drag down here?"

"You're not like other women," Jafar replied, circling her. "Most fear power. You wield it."

He reached out as if to touch her face but stopped just short. "Once I have the lamp, I'll become Sultan. Imagine what that means for someone... close to me."

"And what exactly would I have to do to be 'close to you'?" Isra asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Jafar chuckled. "Such fire. Help me retrieve the lamp, and you'll never need to hide in shadows again. Unless you wish to."

His fingers brushed her arm lightly. "Think of it—the entire kingdom at our feet. No more scraping by, no more running."

Isra pushed his hand away. "Don't touch me."

"My apologies," Jafar said with a slight bow. "But consider my offer. A woman of your... talents deserves more than skulking in alleys."

Iago fluttered down to Jafar's shoulder. "Yeah, toots! Palace life beats street life!"

Isra's shadow lengthened behind her. "If this lamp is so valuable, why not get it yourself?"

"The Cave permits only certain people to enter," Jafar explained, his eyes lingering on her lips. "Someone special. Someone like you."

"Its not. The diamond in the rough means a good hearted thief. Perhaps Aladdin can do the job. He did try to offer me half a melon he stole two days ago." isra suggested.

Jafar's eyes lit up at her suggestion. He stroked his beard thoughtfully, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"Aladdin, you say? The street rat?" He chuckled. "Perhaps you're right. A common thief with a heart of gold... how poetic."

"Just seems like the type the cave would want," Isra shrugged. "Not someone like me."

Jafar moved closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But I'd rather keep you close, my dear. There's something... fascinating about you."

His fingers traced the air near her shadow. "I could arrange quarters for you here. In the palace."

"What's the catch?" Isra asked, eyebrow raised.

"No catch. Consider it... professional courtesy between people of power."

Isra laughed. "So I just hang around while you send the street boy to do your dirty work?"

"You have... unique talents," Jafar said. "And I always reward loyalty."

Isra considered this. Being near Aladdin with her powers would raise eyebrows. Plus, palace access had advantages.

"Fine," she said finally. "But I come and go as I please. And no questions about what I do at night."

"Of course," Jafar agreed too quickly. "Iago will show you to your quarters."

As the parrot led her away, grumbling about "babysitting duty," Isra felt Jafar's eyes on her back.

She smiled to herself following Iago out of the secret chambers.

Isra glanced at the parrot, noticing how his yellow eyes darted nervously between her and the hallway.

"Cut the act, Iago," she whispered. "I know you're smarter than you let on."

The parrot froze mid-step, then rolled his eyes dramatically. "Well, aren't you just full of surprises?"

"Hmm, so you can talk properly," Isra smirked.

"Of course I can talk! And let me tell ya something, sister," Iago fluttered closer, lowering his voice, "Jafar hasn't shut up about you since he heard about your little shadow tricks. 'Find her, Iago!' 'Watch for her, Iago!' It's been driving me crazy!"

Suddenly, Iago's beak snapped shut as footsteps approached. Isra turned to see a beautiful young woman in fine silks rounding the corner, her dark eyes narrowing with suspicion.

"Who are you?" Princess Jasmine demanded, crossing her arms. "What's your purpose in the palace?"

Isra quickly bowed her head, adopting a softer tone. "Forgive me, Your Highness. I'm new to Agrabah and was exploring. I got lost in the servants' quarters."

Jasmine's expression remained skeptical. "And your name?"

"Isra, Princess. I have no family to take me in," she explained, thinking quickly. "My friend Azeil suggested I ask if the palace needed workers."

Jasmine's face softened slightly. "We're not currently—"

"The girl can help with my scrolls," Jafar's voice interrupted as he appeared behind them. "I've just hired her as my assistant."

Jasmine frowned at Jafar before turning back to Isra.

"Is that true?" she asked quietly.

Isra nodded, forcing a grateful smile. "Yes, Your Highness. The Royal Vizier has been most... generous."

Jasmine hummed looking at them carefully. "Actually Isra can be my handmaiden. Perhaps we can speak with father about this?" She can see isra smirk stepping forward while Jafar didnt look too happy about it. "Yes. Its better if we discuss this with him." Isra says walking next her ahead of jafar with Iago laughing a little behind them.

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Lady of Shadows

Summary: Isra was born different than anyone from conjure magic to being able to control darkness like shadows. She can do as she please when it came to being on her own after letting her parents die for not being there for her endless torture in the streets of the place that was supposed to be her home. Anyone who saw her or heard of her feared for their lives as she isn't too kind to strangers. Her ability of mastering the shadows can very useful when it comes to being a criminal all on her own showing no mercy. When she sets foot into Agrabah. Thing are about get interesting.

Ch3

Jafar strode through the palace corridors toward the dungeon, his robes sweeping behind him. Isra's face kept appearing in his thoughts—those piercing eyes, the way shadows seemed to dance around her. Something about her presence left him uneasy yet intrigued.

"My lord," the head guard bowed as Jafar entered the dimly lit dungeon. "We have few prisoners this week. Mostly thieves and troublemakers."

Jafar nodded absently, scanning the cells while his mind wandered elsewhere. A flutter of wings announced Iago's arrival, the parrot landing on his shoulder with ruffled feathers.

"You look bothered," Jafar muttered to his pet.

"That woman assaulted me with her own shadow!" Iago hissed quietly.

The head guard cleared his throat. "Speaking of unusual matters, my men spotted that woman from the marketplace again—Isra. She was lurking near the palace walls before simply... vanishing."

At the mention of her name, a young guard's face went pale. "Isra? Here in Agrabah?"

Jafar turned sharply. "You know of her?"

"Everyone from the eastern provinces knows the Lady of Shadows," the guard said, voice dropping to a whisper. "She controls darkness itself—no magic required. Just... born with it. They say she can slip between shadows like walking through doors."

"Interesting," Jafar murmured.

"She's killed dozens, my lord. Merchants, soldiers, anyone who crosses her. No prison can hold her. The shadows simply... take her away."

Jafar's fingers tightened around his staff. "And now she's here, in my city."

"What would bring someone like her to Agrabah?" the head guard wondered.

Jafar's lips curled into a thin smile. "Something valuable, no doubt. Something worth having."

"Find her," He commanded, his voice cutting through the dungeon's musty air. "Search every corner of Agrabah if necessary."

The guards exchanged nervous glances.

"My lord," the head guard stammered, "if the stories are true, she's not easily—"

"Do I look concerned with your fears?" Jafar snapped. "Double the night patrols. Check the markets, the slums, everywhere. I want this shadow woman before me."

Iago fluttered nervously. "You're actually looking for her? The crazy shadow lady?"

Jafar stroked his thin beard, a sly smile forming. "Power like hers... imagine the possibilities."

"And if your men fail?" Iago whispered.

"Then I'll find her myself." Jafar's fingers tightened around his serpent staff, its ruby eyes seeming to glow brighter. "Magic calls to magic, even the unusual kind. She can't hide forever."

The young guard stepped forward hesitantly. "Sir, they say she only appears when she wants something. Perhaps if we knew what she seeks in Agrabah..."

Jafar turned toward the palace windows, where the setting sun cast long shadows across the city. "Everyone wants something, boy. Power, wealth, revenge..." His eyes narrowed. "I simply need to discover what darkness drives her."

He dismissed the guards with a wave and walked to the dungeon's high window. Beyond the palace walls, Agrabah's buildings were turning to silhouettes against the dying light—the perfect playground for a shadow wielder.

"Find me the Lady of Shadows," he whispered to the darkening city, "and you'll be rewarded beyond imagination. Fail me..." He let the threat hang unfinished in the air.

Behind him, the dungeon's shadows seemed to shift, though no breeze disturbed the torches.

Back at her abandoned hideout, Isra sprawled on a straw mattress that had seen better days. Shadows danced around her fingers like eager pets as she listened to whispers only she could hear. The shadows were her spies, her eyes and ears across Agrabah.

"So the grand vizier's looking for me," she muttered, flicking her wrist to disperse a particularly clingy shadow. "How cute."

The abandoned building creaked around her, moonlight filtering through cracked walls. Isra chuckled, a sound devoid of humor.

"Find what makes me tick?" She rolled her eyes. "Men like him are all the same—thinking they can just figure me out like some puzzle."

She stood up, pacing the small space. The shadows stretched with her movements, exaggerating her silhouette against the wall.

"Grand vizier my ass," she spat, kicking at a loose stone. "Just another power-hungry fool with a fancy stick."

A rat scurried across the floor. With barely a thought, Isra's shadow shot out, capturing the creature. She watched it struggle for a moment before releasing it.

"Let him search," she whispered, a smile spreading across her face. "Let him waste his men looking in every corner while I walk right through his shadows."

Isra moved to the broken window, gazing at the palace in the distance. Its white walls glowed in the moonlight, practically begging for the touch of darkness.

"Perhaps I should pay the vizier a proper visit," she mused, her fingers trailing through the air as shadows swirled around them. "Show him exactly what he's dealing with."

She laughed softly. This Jafar might be powerful in his own right, but he had no idea what real darkness looked like.

"Come find me, vizier," she whispered to the night. "I dare you."

Isra stretched lazily, a wicked smile playing on her lips. The thought of Jafar's guards scrambling around Agrabah looking for her was just too entertaining to ignore.

"Time for some fun," she whispered to herself.

She slipped into the shadows with practiced ease, moving through the city like a whisper. Near the marketplace, she spotted three palace guards questioning merchants, their faces tight with anxiety.

Isra positioned herself behind a nearby stall, letting her shadow stretch unnaturally across the ground. With a flick of her finger, the shadow wrapped around a guard's ankle.

"What the—" He spun around, eyes wild. "Did you feel that?"

His companions looked confused. "Feel what?"

Isra suppressed a laugh, moving her shadow to the wall beside them. She shaped it into a silhouette of herself, making it wave mockingly.

"There!" the youngest guard shouted, pointing. "Look!"

By the time they turned, she'd already vanished the image.

"You're seeing things," the oldest guard grumbled.

Isra couldn't resist. She darkened all the shadows around them suddenly, making them grow and pulse like living things.

"It's her!" one whispered hoarsely. "The shadow woman!"

She let her voice travel through the darkness, seeming to come from everywhere at once. "Looking for me, boys? Keep looking..."

The shadows returned to normal, leaving the guards trembling.

"I'm not getting paid enough for this," one muttered, backing away. "Tell Jafar we checked the market. Let someone else deal with this witch."

As they hurried away, Isra stepped from her hiding spot, laughing softly. Let Jafar send his men—they'd all run eventually.

"This city's going to be more fun than I thought," she murmured, melting back into darkness.

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Lady of Shadows

Summary: Isra was born different than anyone from conjure magic to being able to control darkness like shadows. She can do as she please when it came to being on her own after letting her parents die for not being there for her endless torture in the streets of the place that was supposed to be her home. Anyone who saw her or heard of her feared for their lives as she isn't too kind to strangers. Her ability of mastering the shadows can very useful when it comes to being a criminal all on her own showing no mercy. When she sets foot into Agrabah. Thing are about get interesting.

Ch2

As the massive gates of Agrabah creaked open, Isra slipped from the wagon like a shadow, effortlessly gliding past one of the guards. His eyes never registered her presence—a skill she'd perfected over years of necessity.

Behind her, commotion erupted. The two merchants were gesturing wildly, faces pale as desert sand at noon. "He's dead! Our driver—his throat—" one stammered, pointing back toward the road.

Isra shook her head at this as this isnt the first time she'd witness death and or done it before moving on.

The bustling marketplace swallowed her as she wandered, taking mental notes. Guards everywhere—more than she'd expected. Their armor gleamed in the harsh sun, hands resting on sword hilts. This would make things... interesting.

"Leila! There you are!" A woman's hand grabbed her shoulder, spinning her around.

Isra looked at the woman confused and surprised by the sudden action. The woman—plump, with kind eyes—blinked in confusion.

"Oh! I'm so sorry," she stammered, releasing Isra's arm. "I thought you were one of the girls who works for me."

Isra's posture softened instantly, her eyes calm with practiced innocence. "No harm done," she replied, voice honeyed with sweetness. "I'm new here, actually. Just arrived."

"Welcome to Agrabah, then! Your first time?"

"Yes," Isra nodded, twirling a strand of dark hair. "I'd love to learn more about this place. It seems rather... interesting." Her eyes flickered toward a merchant's table loaded with jewels and guards standing by.

The woman, Fatima, clasped her hands together. "Oh, you must let me show you around! It's not every day we get new faces."

Before Isra could object, Fatima was guiding her through the winding market streets, pointing at various stalls and buildings.

"That's where you'll find the freshest dates... Oh, and there's old Hakim—best carpets in all of Agrabah," she chattered, waving at merchants who smiled back.

Isra half-listened, her eyes constantly scanning for valuables, escape routes, shadows deep enough to disappear into if needed.

"And of course," Fatima's voice dropped to a reverent whisper as they reached an open square, "the Sultan's palace."

Isra's gaze traveled up the gleaming white walls, golden domes catching the sunlight like trapped fire. Guards stood at every entrance, their posture rigid.

"It's magnificent," Isra murmured, already counting the ways she could breach it.

"The Sultan is generous, but his royal vizier..." Fatima shuddered. "Best to stay clear of—"

A sudden commotion cut through their conversation. Shouts erupted from behind them as a cluster of guards charged through the marketplace.

"Stop, thief!" one bellowed.

A boy no older than sixteen darted past them, a small monkey clinging to his shoulder. He clutched a loaf of bread to his chest, weaving through the crowd with practiced ease.

"That's Aladdin," Fatima whispered. "Always in trouble, that one."

Isra watched with newfound interest as the boy scaled a wall in three swift moves, the guards fumbling below him.

As the boy disappeared over the rooftops, Isra noticed Fatima studying her outfit with curious eyes.

"Something wrong with my clothes?" Isra asked, one eyebrow raised.

Fatima blushed. "Oh! I just... your garments have a certain... quality to them. Like a dancer's."

Isra smiled, seeing an opportunity. "You've got good eyes. Dancing kept me alive on the streets."

"Really?" Fatima's eyes widened. "You must be quite skilled then!"

"Would you like to see?" Isra offered, spotting a potential distraction. Without waiting for an answer, she moved to an open space in the square.

Her body began to sway, arms weaving patterns through the air. Years of moving like a shadow had given her a fluid grace that drew eyes immediately. She kept her power carefully contained – no darkness, no shadows bending unnaturally. Not here, not with guards everywhere.

A small crowd gathered, coins beginning to clink on the ground. Isra spun faster, her hair whipping around her face as her feet traced complex patterns in the dust.

"My, my," came a deep voice from the edge of the crowd. "What have we here?"

The crowd parted, evealing a tall, thin man in rich robes, a cobra-headed staff in his hand. His eyes, dark and calculating, fixed on Isra with unsettling intensity.

"Jafar," Fatima whispered beside her, voice suddenly shaky. "The royal vizier."

Isra kept dancing, not missing a beat. Her feet traced patterns in the dust as coins clinked at her feet. She'd performed in worse places for tougher crowds. A royal lackey didn't scare her.

"You dance remarkably well for a... street performer," Jafar said, his voice smooth as oil.

Unlike Fatima, who was practically trembling, Isra met his gaze directly. She finished with a dramatic bow, sweat beading on her forehead.

"Everyone has hidden talents, my lord," she replied coolly, straightening up.

His thin lips curved into a smile that never touched his eyes. "Indeed they do. Indeed they do."

The crowd began to disperse as Jafar's guards shifted impatiently behind him. Fatima tugged at Isra's sleeve, clearly wanting to leave, but Isra stood her ground.

"Are all newcomers to Agrabah so... accomplished?" Jafar asked, tapping his staff idly against the ground.

"I wouldn't know," Isra shrugged. "I'm just passing through."

"A pity," he said, eyes narrowing slightly. "Talent like yours shouldn't just... pass through."

Their eyes locked for a moment - predator recognizing predator. Then Jafar turned with a swish of his robes, guards falling in step behind him.

Only when he disappeared around a corner did Fatima exhale loudly.

"Are you mad?" she hissed. "Nobody stares at Jafar like that!"

Isra just smiled, collecting the scattered coins. "Seems like I just did." 

Isra smiled, pocketing the coins as she walked away from Fatima, whose worried expression had become tiresome. She needed space to think, to plan.

The twisted alleys of Agrabah darkened as she moved away from the market, sunlight unable to reach between the tall buildings. Perfect. This was her element. "An abandoned house, or anything really," she muttered to herself, scanning the crumbling structures.

Some showed signs of occupation—laundry hanging from windows, the smell of cooking. Others stood silent, forgotten. A flutter of wings made her look up. Perched on a nearby ledge sat a parrot with vibrant red feathers.

Its beady eyes followed her movements with unnerving intelligence.

"What are you looking at?" she snapped.

The bird tilted its head but didn't fly away. "Nosy little thing, aren't you?" Isra narrowed her eyes, glancing around to ensure no one was watching. The alley was deserted.

With a subtle flick of her wrist, she summoned a tendril of darkness from her own shadow. It snaked upward, stretching toward the bird like a striking cobra. The parrot squawked in alarm, wings flapping frantically as the shadow brushed against its tail feathers.

It took off with an indignant screech, disappearing over the rooftops. "That's what I thought," Isra smirked, retracting the shadow back into herself. The brief use of her power felt good, like stretching a cramped muscle. She continued deeper into the maze of alleys, finally spotting a building with boarded windows and a door hanging off its hinges. Home sweet home—for now, at least.

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Lady of Shadows

Summary: Isra was born different than anyone from conjure magic to being able to control darkness like shadows. She can do as she please when it came to being on her own after letting her parents die for not being there for her endless torture in the streets of the place that was supposed to be her home. Anyone who saw her or heard of her feared for their lives as she isn't too kind to strangers. Her ability of mastering the shadows can very useful when it comes to being a criminal all on her own showing no mercy. When she sets foot into Agrabah. Thing are about get interesting.

Ch1

In the desert heat stood a very small village bustling with merchants and buyers. They scurried about like beetles under the merciless sun, haggling over goods and seeking shade.

Among them moved a woman unlike any other. Her long hair cascaded past her thighs, a dark waterfall that swayed with her steps. She wore a deep blue outfit that contrasted sharply with the dull browns of the village. A translucent mask covered the lower half of her face, adding mystery to her allure.

But it was her eyes that truly captured attention – crystal clear and piercing, they seemed to look through people rather than at them. Those caught in her gaze often found themselves unable to look away.

"Isra dances again," whispered villagers to one another, both excited and fearful.

As drums and flutes played nearby, her body began to move. Not just dance – she seemed to become the music itself. Her movements were fluid, hypnotic, impossible to ignore. The crowd grew, mesmerized by her performance

Coins landed at her feet – meager offerings that she barely acknowledged. When she attached her veil to her fingertips, the thin fabric floated around her as if alive, defying the laws of nature in ways that made the audience gasp.

"Beautiful," murmured an old merchant.

"Dangerous," corrected his wife, pulling him back slightly.

They all knew her name – Isra – but none knew her truth. Those who had crossed her path and discovered what lurked beneath her beauty were no longer able to speak of it. Or speak at all.

As she danced, shadows at her feet seemed to dance along, moving in ways that shadows shouldn't.

As the final notes of the music faded, the crowd erupted in applause. Isra stood motionless, watching them disperse until she was certain no one lingered nearby. With a casual flick of her wrist, the shadows at her feet rippled to life, stretching and twisting to collect the scattered coins. They swept across the ground like dark water, gathering every piece of gold and silver before floating upward and dropping them into her pouch.

"There she is!" a gruff voice called out.

Isra's eyes narrowed. She recognized that tone – hunters. Always someone looking to capture or kill what they didn't understand.

She slipped into the crowd, her movements fluid as she weaved between market-goers. The shadows beneath carts and stalls seemed to reach for her as she passed, offering protection. Three men pushed through the throng behind her, their hands hovering near weapon hilts.

Turning a corner, Isra spotted a large wagon loaded with fabrics, spices, and ornate lamps. A merchant was securing the last of his goods.

"Departure for Agrabah in moments!" he called to his assistant.

Agrabah? Isra had heard whispers – a wealthy city of opportunity and danger. Perfect.

While the merchant argued with a customer, Isra transformed her veil with a touch. The delicate blue fabric darkened to pitch black, expanding until it enveloped her completely. She slipped into the wagon, nestling between silk rolls and spice barrels.

As the wagon jolted into motion, Isra smiled beneath her makeshift cloak. The hunters would search the village for days while she journeyed to a new playground. Agrabah, with its riches and shadows, would never know what hit it – until it was too late

As night fell across the desert, the rhythmic swaying of the wagon had lulled Isra to sleep among the silks and spices. She jolted awake to angry voices cutting through the darkness.

Carefully lifting her veil just enough to see, she spotted a short, round man gesturing wildly at the wagon driver. The moonlight caught something gold clutched in the shorter man's pudgy hand.

"You fool! Half a scarab is worthless without its mate!" the short man hissed. "The Cave of Wonders demands both pieces!"

The driver spat into the sand. "Not my problem, Fazim. You said good coin for safe passage, not treasure hunting."

"The sultan's advisor would pay a fortune for this," Fazim insisted, waving the golden beetle piece. "The Cave holds more wealth than you'll see in ten lifetimes!"

Two workers sat at the wagon's edge, exchanging nervous glances as the argument intensified. Neither noticed the shadows beneath them stretching unnaturally, curling upward like curious fingers.

Isra's interest piqued. A cave of wonders? Unlimited treasure? Perhaps Agrabah offered more opportunities than she'd anticipated.

She shifted slightly, causing a small bottle of perfume to roll against a wooden crate. One of the workers turned.

"Did you hear that?"

Isra froze, her fingers instinctively calling the shadows closer. They gathered around her like a protective cloak, deeper than the night itself.

"Just the wind," the other worker mumbled, clearly wanting no part in their employer's dangerous schemes.

As the men continued arguing, Isra smiled beneath her veil. This journey was becoming far more interesting than a simple escape. A golden beetle, a mysterious cave, and a sultan's advisor willing to pay fortunes...

Her fingers stroked the shadows like old friends. Agrabah's wealth was calling, and Isra was very good at answering such calls.

As Isra listened, the argument between the men grew more heated, their voices rising against the quiet desert night.

"I won't be cheated!" Fazim shouted, his face reddening beneath the moonlight.

"And I won't be threatened by a weasel like you," the driver spat back.

What happened next was so quick that even Isra, accustomed to the darkness, barely caught it. A flash of metal in Fazim's hand, a quick slashing motion, and then the wet sound of blade meeting flesh. The driver's angry words turned to a gurgling gasp before his body hit the sand with a heavy thud. Isra's eyes widened slightly—not in horror, but interest. The men who had been lounging nearby jumped to their feet, cursing in fear.

"You didn't have to kill him!" one hissed.

"Shut up and get the camel," Fazim ordered, wiping his blade on the dead driver's clothes.

"We need to move before someone comes." The men scrambled to obey, unhitching the camel from its post and attaching it to the wagon.

Blood pooled beneath the driver's body, a dark stain spreading across the sand. No one bothered to move him. Isra pressed deeper into her hiding spot, her fingers idly stroking the shadows that clung to her. The short man was clearly dangerous—and desperate for whatever treasure this cave held. 

Such desperation often led to carelessness. The wagon lurched forward, leaving the driver's body behind in the desert for scavengers to find. As they moved away from the grisly scene, Isra smiled beneath her veil. Murder for treasure... how delightfully familiar. Perhaps this Fazim would lead her right to the riches of Agrabah—before meeting an unfortunate end himself.

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Fired Up

Summary: Lexi has been know around Hell as another employee with a temper when shes pushed over the edge. Just wait until she meets the King of Wrath.

Ch14

Lexi never imagined that dating the ruler of Hell would turn her into a celebrity overnight. The news had spread faster than hellfire, and suddenly everyone wanted a piece of her story. Demons with microphones and cameras lurked around every corner, their hungry eyes following her every move.

"Miss Lexi! Just one question about your relationship with Satan!"

"Is it true you tamed the Dark Lord's heart?"

"What's it like dating the most powerful being in Hell?"

Ozzy had been forced to assign four Hellhound bodyguards to shadow her constantly. The massive beasts, with their glowing red eyes and smoke billowing from their nostrils, were actually pretty sweet once you got to know them. Still, their presence was a constant reminder of how much her life had changed.

"Back off!" growled Brutus, the largest of the Hellhounds, as a particularly persistent reporter tried to slip past him.

Lexi sighed as she made her rounds in the kitchen. At least here, surrounded by the chaos of clanging pots and the sizzle of hellfire grills, she could almost pretend things were normal.

"Chef Raul, these deviled eggs are perfect," she said, sampling one from a tray. "And Margo, the blood pudding is spot on today."

The kitchen staff beamed at her praise. At least her employees still treated her like regular old Lexi, not some celebrity curiosity.

The swinging doors burst open, and Yogirt came in balancing an enormous gift basket wrapped in shimmering black paper and tied with a red ribbon that seemed to move like living flames.

"Special delivery for the boss lady," Yogirt announced with a grin. "From your royal boyfriend."

Several of the kitchen staff snickered, and Lexi felt her cheeks flush. "My office. Now," she muttered to Yogirt.

Once safely behind closed doors, Lexi collapsed into her chair.

"I can't take much more of this, Yogirt. Yesterday, a demon from Hell Weekly tried to climb through my bathroom window. My bathroom window!"

Yogirt placed the massive basket on her desk. "Being famous has its downsides. But hey, the perks aren't bad." She gestured to the basket, which Lexi now noticed contained rare Hell-grown fruits, expensive bottles of brimstone liqueur, and what appeared to be jewelry boxes.

"He's too much," Lexi sighed, though she couldn't help smiling.

Yogirt plopped into the chair across from her. "So, it's been two weeks since your psycho ex showed up. Any word on what happened to him?"

Lexi shook her head. "Satan just told me not to worry, that he'd handle it. Then he disappeared for three days."

"Well," Yogirt leaned forward conspiratorially, "I've got the inside scoop."

"You do? How?"

"My cousin works security at the Ninth Circle. You know, where they keep the worst of the worst?" Yogirt's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Satan didn't just throw Jake in a random torture pit. He created a special one, just for him."

Lexi felt a chill despite herself. "What kind of special?"

"It's like a mirror world," Yogirt explained, lowering his voice. "Jake has to live through every moment of pain he ever caused you, but from your perspective. Every insult, every shove, every threat—he feels it all, over and over."

"That's... intense," Lexi whispered.

"And that's not all," Yogirt continued. "Satan made sure Jake knows exactly why he's there. There's a plaque outside his pit that reads 'The Price of Hurting What's Mine.' It's become quite the tourist attraction."

Lexi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Part of her felt vindicated, but another part felt uncomfortable with such possessive phrasing.

"Oh, and get this," Yogirt added, "Satan assigned Fizz as Jake's personal tormentor three days a week. Apparently, Fizz was very... enthusiastic about the opportunity."

That did make Lexi laugh. "Of course he was."

"You okay with all this?" Yogirt asked, suddenly serious. "I mean, Jake was absolute garbage, but Satan went full... well, Satan on him."

Lexi stared at the gift basket, fingers tracing the living flame ribbon. "I don't know. Part of me thinks Jake deserves it, but it's weird having someone be so protective. I'm used to fighting my own battles."

"Well, you're dating the Devil. 'Normal' left the building a long time ago, honey."

Lexi couldn't argue with that. Her life had become a bizarre circus, complete with Hellhound bodyguards and demon paparazzi.

"By the way," Yogirt said, pulling out his phone, "your boyfriend sent a message. He can't make your date tonight. Some big trial that's giving him trouble."

Lexi tried not to look disappointed. "I get it. Ruling Hell is probably a full-time job."

"Plus overtime," Yogirt added with a smirk. "No benefits package, though."

A knock at the door interrupted them. Lexi's assistant, a nervous imp named Pim, poked his head in.

"Sorry to bother you, Miss Lexi, but there's someone here to see you. Says his name is Vox."

Lexi's eyes widened. "Vox? The media mogul Vox?"

Yogirt whistled low. "The one and only. Controls every screen in Hell."

"He's been asking about you for days," Pim added, fidgeting with his tie. "Much more persistent than the regular reporters."

Lexi groaned. "What could he possibly want?"

"Only one way to find out," Yogirt said, wiggling her eyebrows. "Want me to stick around as backup?"

"Please," Lexi said, straightening her clothes. "Tell him I'll be right out, Pim."

As her assistant scurried away, Lexi opened one of the jewelry boxes from Satan's gift basket. Inside was a stunning pendant that seemed to hold captured starlight, twinkling and shifting in patterns too beautiful to be random.

"Well,"she said, clasping it around her neck, "if I'm going to meet the second most powerful demon in Hell, I might as well look the part."

"That's my girl," Yogirt grinned. "Show him who's boss."

Vox was waiting in the main lounge, looking completely out of place among the raucous crowd. Tall and immaculately dressed in a pinstriped suit that probably cost more than Lexi's monthly earnings, his most striking feature was his head – or rather, the old-fashioned TV screen that replaced it. The screen flickered with a handsome face that smiled when he spotted Lexi.

"Ah, the famous Lexi," Vox's voice crackled with a slight electronic distortion. "Even more captivating in person."

"Cut the crap, Vox," Lexi said, crossing her arms. "What do you want?"

The face on the screen raised its eyebrows. "Direct. I like that." He gestured to a private booth. "May I have just five minutes of your time? I have a proposition that might interest you."

Lexi glanced at Yogirt, who shrugged but followed close behind. The Hellhounds positioned themselves strategically around the booth.

"I'm listening," Lexi said as they sat down.

"I'd like to invite you to dinner," Vox said smoothly. "A purely professional engagement, of course."

"Not interested," Lexi replied flatly.

Vox's screen flickered with irritation. "You haven't heard my offer. I'm prepared to make you the star of your own reality show. 'Dating the Devil' – catchy, isn't it? The ratings would be astronomical."

"Absolutely not," Lexi said, already standing up. "Thanks for stopping by."

Vox's hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. "Think about it, Lexi. This is a once-in-an-afterlife opportunity. The exposure alone—"

"Let go of me," Lexi said quietly. The temperature in the booth seemed to drop.

"Not until you agree to at least consider my offer," Vox insisted, his screen glitching slightly with static. "You could be the biggest celebrity in Hell."

"I said," Lexi's voice dropped dangerously low, "let. Go."

When Vox's grip only tightened, Lexi moved with startling speed. In one fluid motion, she twisted her arm free and slammed her fist directly into the center of his screen. The glass cracked with a satisfying spiderweb pattern.

"What the—" Vox's voice distorted wildly as his hands flew to his damaged face.

"Get out," Lexi said, her voice calm but leaving no room for argument. "Get out of my club before I break more than your screen."

Vox staggered to his feet, static buzzing across his fractured display. "You'll regret this," he hissed through the distortion. "No one turns down Vox. No one!"

"I just did," Lexi said, standing her ground. "And unlike most people in Hell, I'm not afraid of you."

The four Hellhounds moved in, growling menacingly. Vox looked around, assessing his odds, then straightened his tie with as much dignity as he could muster.

"This isn't over," he said, backing toward the exit. "Not by a long shot."

As he stormed out, the patrons of the club burst into applause. Lexi hadn't realized the entire place had gone silent to watch the confrontation.

"Damn, girl!" Yogirt cackled. "That was badass!"

Lexi couldn't help but smile, though a flicker of worry crossed her mind. She'd just made an enemy of one of the most influential demons in Hell. Satan wouldn't be happy about that.

But as she touched the star pendant at her throat, she felt a strange warmth pulse through it. For a moment, she could have sworn she heard Satan's laugh echoing in her mind.

Maybe he wouldn't be upset after all.

[perlapulido]

Fired Up

Summary: Lexi has been know around Hell as another employee with a temper when shes pushed over the edge. Just wait until she meets the King of Wrath.

Ch13

Lexi sat perched on Ozzy's shoulders, fingers flying across her laptop keyboard. The courtroom buzzed with the usual demonic energy as overlords filed in for the trial. Her job was simple: record everything important, stay focused, and remain invisible.

"You good up there?" Ozzy asked, his voice rumbling through her legs.

"All good," she replied automatically, eyes fixed on her screen.

The doors at the far end of the chamber swung open. Lexi glanced up, expecting to see another minor demon or sinner being dragged in. Her fingers froze mid-keystroke.

No. Not him. It couldn't be.

But it was. That same smug face. The same cold eyes that had watched her scream. The same hands that had—

Her breathing turned shallow. The laptop wobbled on her knees.

"Lexi?" Beelzebub noticed first, her head tilting in concern. "You're looking rather pale, even for a human."

Ozzy reached up, steadying the laptop. "Hey, what's wrong?"

She couldn't speak. Her throat closed up as memories flooded back—glass shattering, skin tearing, blood trickling down her arm.

"I—I—" Her voice came out as a strangled whisper.

The defendant scanned the room, taking in the collection of Hell's most powerful beings with an unsettling calm. When his eyes landed on Lexi, recognition flashed across his face, followed by something worse—a smile.

"That's... him," she managed, her voice breaking. "My ex. The one who... who..."

She couldn't finish, but her hand instinctively moved to the scar on her forearm.

Ozzy's body tensed beneath her. The temperature around them rose several degrees as his fur bristled with rage. His claws extended, digging into the wooden bench.

"That's the fucker who hurt you?" His voice was dangerously quiet.

Before Lexi could respond, the ground shook. Satan himself entered, his massive form making even Ozzy look small by comparison. He took his seat on an obsidian throne, eyes burning with ancient fire.

"Bring forth the accused," Satan commanded, his voice echoing through the chamber.

The defendant stepped forward, chains rattling. Instead of showing fear, he continued scanning the room until his gaze fixed on Lexi again. He actually had the audacity to wink at her, as if they shared some private joke.

Ozzy growled, the sound vibrating through Lexi's entire body. Several nearby demons edged away nervously.

Satan's enormous head swiveled toward them, his attention caught by Ozzy's reaction. The Lord of Hell's eyes narrowed, taking in the trembling human on Ozzy's shoulders and the defendant's inappropriate smirk.

"Is there something I should know?" Satan's voice rumbled like distant thunder.

Ozzy's claws dug deeper into the bench, splintering the wood. "That piece of shit is Lexi's ex," he snarled, his voice thick with rage. "The one who threw acid at her face when she tried to leave him."

Lexi flinched at the words. Her hand unconsciously moved to touch the faded scars on her cheek down to her body—the ones she usually covered with makeup. The memories crashed over her in waves: the burning sensation, her own screams, the hospital lights.

Satan's eyes widened slightly, then narrowed to burning slits.

"Is this true?" Satan's voice was deceptively soft as he addressed the defendant directly.

The man—Jake, Lexi's brain unhelpfully supplied his name—rolled his eyes. "She's always been dramatic. It was just a little argument that got out of hand."

"A little argument?" Lexi found her voice, though it shook. "You tried to melt my face off!"

Jake scoffed. "See what I mean? Total exaggeration. The bottle slipped. It was an accident."

"Bullshit!" Ozzy roared.

Lexi felt herself spiraling. The room seemed too hot, too crowded. Her chest tightened painfully. "I need to—I can't—" she whispered, her vision beginning to tunnel.

Ozzy immediately reached up and gently lifted her off his shoulders, setting her down on the bench beside him. His massive paw rested protectively on her back.

"Breathe, Lex," he murmured, but his eyes never left Jake.

Satan rose from his throne, his enormous form casting the entire courtroom into shadow. The temperature plummeted as he stepped down, each footfall causing the floor to crack. Demons scrambled out of his path as he approached the defendant.

"You dare stand in my court and lie?" Satan's voice was barely above a whisper, yet it filled the entire chamber. "You dare harm what is mine?"

Jake's smugness faltered. "Yours? What are you—"

Satan bent down until his face was inches from Jake's. "That sinner you tortured? She is under my protection. She is my girlfriend."

A collective gasp rippled through the courtroom. Demons exchanged shocked glances and hurried whispers. Even Beelzebub's compound eyes seemed to bulge.

"Satan's dating a sinner?" someone whispered too loudly.

Satan ignored them all, his focus entirely on the now-trembling Jake. "I was going to give you a fair trial. Now..." He smiled, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. "Now I think I'll handle your punishment personally."

Jake's face drained of color. "Look, I didn't know she was your—"

"That makes no difference," Satan cut him off. "Whether she was mine or not, your cruelty has earned you special attention in my kingdom."

He straightened up and addressed the court without looking away from Jake. "This trial is postponed. I have more... pressing matters to attend to."

Lexi watched, still struggling to breathe normally, as Satan grabbed Jake by the collar and dragged him toward a side door she'd never noticed before. Just before they disappeared, Satan looked back at her, his expression softening for just a moment.

"Rest, little one. I'll join you shortly."

As they vanished, the courtroom erupted into chaos—demons talking over each other, some looking at Lexi with newfound fear, others with curiosity.

"Did you know?" Beelzebub asked Ozzy, buzzing anxiously. "About them?"

Ozzy nodded grimly, still rubbing Lexi's back as she tried to calm down. "Found out recently. Wasn't my secret to tell."

"Is he really—" Lexi started, her voice small.

"Going to torture that asshole personally?" Ozzy finished for her. "Absolutely. And trust me, nobody does it better than the big guy."

For the first time since seeing Jake, Lexi felt something other than fear—a small, guilty flicker of satisfaction.

"Come on," Ozzy said gently, helping her to her feet. "Let's get you out of here."

The laptop slid forgotten into Ozzy's massive paw as he guided Lexi through the throng of curious demons. Their whispers followed them like shadows.

"Satan's girlfriend?"

"The Sinner?"

"Did you see his face when he realized?"

Beelzebub buzzed alongside them, using his position to clear a path. "Move along! Nothing to see! Official Hell business!"

Outside, the red sky of Hell seemed dimmer than usual, or maybe it was just Lexi's vision still swimming. Her legs felt wobbly beneath her.

"I got you," Ozzy said, scooping her up easily. "Just breathe."

"I can't believe he's here," she whispered against Ozzy's fur. "In Hell. With me."

"Not for long," Ozzy replied grimly. "Not as you know him, anyway."

The trip to the penthouse passed in a blur. Fizz was waiting for them, his usual energy dimming when he saw Lexi's state.

"What happened?" he asked, tail drooping with concern.

"Her ex showed up for trial. The acid thrower," Ozzy explained, setting Lexi gently on the couch.

Fizz's eyes widened. "Shit. Where is he now?"

"With Satan." Ozzy's mouth curved into a savage grin. "Getting a personal tour of the deeper levels."

Fizz winced. "Ouch."

Lexi hugged herself, still shaking slightly. "I never thought I'd see him again. I thought I was safe here."

"You are safe," Ozzy insisted, dropping to one knee beside the couch. "More than ever now. Satan basically announced to all of Hell that you're under his protection."

"And that you're dating," Fizz added with a raised eyebrow.

Despite everything, Lexi felt her cheeks warm. "Yeah."

"That's gonna cause some talk," Fizz said, hopping onto the couch beside her. "The boss man hasn't dated anyone in... well, ever, as far as I know."

"I don't care about the gossip," Lexi said. "I just... I need a minute. To process."

Ozzy nodded. "Your room's all set up. Want me to carry you?"

She shook her head and stood on shaky legs. "I can walk. I just need some time alone."

The boys watched her go, concern evident in their eyes. As she reached the hallway, she heard Fizz whisper, "Is she gonna be okay?"

"She's tougher than she looks," Ozzy replied. "But yeah, I'm worried too."

In her room, Lexi collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. The panic was subsiding, leaving exhaustion in its wake. Her phone buzzed—a text from Satan himself.

"He will never hurt you again. That's a promise."

A single tear slid down her cheek as she typed back, "Thank you."

She set the phone aside and closed her eyes, trying to believe that after all this time, someone was finally, truly on her side.

[perlapulido]

Fired Up

Summary: Lexi has been know around Hell as another employee with a temper when shes pushed over the edge. Just wait until she meets the King of Wrath.

Ch12

Lexi stood in front of her mirror, adjusting the hem of her black dress. Her hands trembled slightly as she applied a thin layer of lip gloss. Dating was hard enough without adding "literal Satan" to the equation.

"What does 'no pain' even mean?" she muttered to herself, thinking about Satan's cryptic message. "Is that supposed to be reassuring?"

She grabbed her phone and checked the time. Twenty minutes until he'd arrive. Her stomach fluttered with a mix of excitement and anxiety. Despite everything she knew about him, there was something undeniably charming about Satan. Maybe it was the way his eyes lit up when he laughed, or how he listened to her like she was the only person in the universe.

In the living room, Ozzy and Fizz were huddled together on the couch, speaking in hushed tones.

"I don't trust him," Fizz whispered, fidgeting with a loose thread on his shirt. "He's literally the prince of darkness."

Ozzy nodded. "But she likes him. And after what happened with... you know..."

They both fell silent, the memory of the story of Lexi's abusive ex hanging heavy in the air. The screams, the way acid had melted half her face and body before she'd died by them both up and ended up here. Some scars followed you even into the afterlife.

"We're following them," Fizz decided, standing up. "Just to make sure she's safe."

"Spy on Satan? Are you insane?" Ozzy hissed, but he was already reaching for his jacket.

Lexi emerged from her room, smoothing down her dress. "How do I look?"

"Beautiful," Ozzy said honestly.

"Satan won't know what hit him," Fizz added with a forced smile.

The doorbell rang, making all three of them jump.

"He's early," Lexi said, her voice suddenly higher. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

Satan stood there in a tailored black suit, his usual red skin toned down to a more human-looking tan. His horns were gone too, replaced by styled dark hair. Only his eyes gave him away – burning amber with flecks of gold.

"Wow," he said, taking in Lexi's appearance. "You look... breathtaking.

Lexi blushed. "Thanks. You clean up nice yourself."

Satan nodded politely at Ozzy and Fizz. "Evening, gentlemen. I'll have her back at a reasonable hour."

Fizz crossed his arms. "Make sure you do."

Once Lexi and Satan left, Ozzy turned to Fizz. "Give them a five-minute head start?"

"Three," Fizz replied.

---

Satan's idea of a date turned out to be a private dinner on a floating platform above a lake of fire. Somehow, it was actually romantic – the flames cast a warm glow over everything, and the heat was pleasant rather than scorching.

"This is your surprise?" Lexi asked, taking a sip of wine that tasted like liquid starlight.

Satan smiled. "Part of it. I wanted to show you that hell isn't all torture and suffering. There's beauty here too, if you know where to look."

"It's lovely," Lexi admitted.

"I thought about what you said, about wanting normal," Satan continued. "I can't give you normal, but I can give you this." He gestured around them. "Moments where you're not afraid."

Something rustled in the bushes nearby. Satan's eyes narrowed.

"Did you hear that?" Lexi asked.

"Yes," Satan said slowly. "We have company."

With a flick of his wrist, two figures tumbled out from behind the decorative hellfire bushes – Ozzy and Fizz, looking very much like they'd been caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

"Oh, hey!" Fizz said with fake cheerfulness. "Fancy running into you here!"

"In my private garden? At my personal lake of fire?" Satan's voice was dangerously calm.

Lexi stood up. "What are you two doing here?"

Ozzy at least had the decency to look ashamed. "We were worried about you."

"Because of him?" Lexi pointed at Satan, who was starting to smolder slightly around the edges.

Fizz stepped forward. "Because the last time you trusted someone, he threw acid in your face when you tried to leave him! We couldn't... we can't watch that happen again."

The anger in Satan's eyes dimmed. He looked at Lexi, then back at her friends.

"You care about her that much?" he asked quietly.

"She's family," Ozzy said simply.

Satan was silent for a long moment. The flames around them flickered uncertainly, responding to his mood. Then, surprisingly, he laughed.

"Well, I can respect loyalty," he said, his tension visibly easing. "And protectiveness." He snapped his fingers, and the dining table expanded, two more chairs appearing. "Why don't you join us? There's plenty of food, and this way you can keep an eye on your friend without hiding in the shrubbery."

Fizz and Ozzy exchanged shocked glances.

"Really?" Lexi asked, equally surprised.

Satan shrugged. "Anyone who cares enough about you to risk my wrath is worth knowing better." He gestured to the chairs. "Besides, the night is young, and I'm curious to hear more about your life together."

As they all sat down somewhat awkwardly, Satan leaned toward Lexi and whispered, "See? No pain. Just dinner with friends."

Lexi couldn't help but smile. Maybe dating Satan wasn't such a bad idea after all.

The dinner turned out surprisingly enjoyable. Satan was a charming host, serving dishes that seemed to change flavor with each bite to match exactly what each person was craving.

"This is incredible," Ozzy mumbled through a mouthful of what had started as lasagna but now tasted like his mom's apple pie.

"Perks of being me," Satan winked. "I aim to please."

Fizz relaxed a bit after his second glass of wine. "So, what exactly are your intentions with our roommate slash sister figure?"

"Fizz!" Lexi hissed, mortified.

Satan just laughed. "Far question. I enjoy her company. She's... refreshing. Most souls down here either grovel or try to make deals. Lexi just treats me like a person. Even helps me with my temper."

"You're not a person," Fizz pointed out.

"Technicality," Satan replied with a dismissive wave. As the night progressed, the conversation flowed more easily. Satan shared stories about famous historical figures in hell ("Cleopatra runs the best spa in the ninth circle"), and the roommates traded tales about their afterlife adventures.

During a lull in the conversation, Ozzy cleared his throat nervously. "Um, while we're all being honest here..." He reached over and took Fizz's hand. "Fizz and I are... well, we're together."

Lexi beamed at them. "About time you told someone else!"

Satan raised his glass. "To new beginnings, then. All around."

The flames around them shifted to a soft blue, casting a gentle light over their faces.

"I need to use the restroom," Fizz announced suddenly. "Ozzy, come with me?"

"There's one just past those brimstone—" Satan began.

"Great, thanks!" Ozzy cut in, following Fizz away from the table.

Once they were out of earshot, Fizz whispered, "We should probably go. Give them some space."

Ozzy nodded. "Plus, I just got a message from Beelzebub. Something about a problem at the office."

When they returned, Fizz put on his best apologetic face. "We hate to bail, but duty calls. Office emergency."

"At this hour?" Lexi asked, disappointed.

"Hell never sleeps," Ozzy shrugged. "But we had a great time. Really."

Satan stood to shake their hands. "I'm glad you came. Both the stalking and the dining parts."

As they said their goodbyes, Fizz leaned in to whisper to Satan, "Hurt her and I'll find a way to end you, Lord of Darkness or not."

Satan smiled, a genuine one that reached his eyes. "I wouldn't expect anything less."

Once they were gone, Satan turned to Lexi with a soft smile. "Alone at last. Though I must admit, your friends are... interesting."

"They're protective," Lexi said, fidgeting with her napkin. "After what happened to me on Earth..."

Satan reached across the table and gently took her hand. "With me nothing like that will ever happen. I know more about pain than most." His eyes reflected the dancing flames. "Maybe that's why I find your capacity for joy so fascinating."

The air between them seemed to charge with electricity as their eyes met.

"So," Lexi asked, trying to sound casual, "what was the other part of the surprise you mentioned earlier?"

Satan's smile turned mischievous. "How do you feel about dancing among the stars?"

[perlapulido]

Fired Up

Summary: Lexi has been know around Hell as another employee with a temper when shes pushed over the edge. Just wait until she meets the King of Wrath.

Ch11

Lexi was back in Ozzy's and Fizz's apartment after making a full recovery from her intense night with Satan days ago. She was getting ready to head back to work by taking a shower while Fizz snuck into her room to steal her concealer again and noticed her phone light up. Fizz looked to make sure that Lexi was still in the shower before opening her phone, seeing a few texts from Satan, and barging into the bathroom confronting her about it.

"How in the actual fuck did you pull that?" said Fizz looking at her in shock.

"I don't know. I can ask you the abo-"

"You know our story. Ozzy!" Fizz interrupted Lexi before running away.

"Fizz no!" said Lexi chasing after him to the closed office.

Lexi made it to the office finding Ozzy holding her phone, looking just as shocked after reading her texts. His face was a mixture of confusion and worry as he looked up at her.

"What the hell, Lexi? You're texting... him?" Ozzy's voice was unusually quiet, which somehow felt worse than if he'd yelled.

Lexi wrapped her towel tighter around herself, water still dripping down her legs onto the carpet. "I can explain."

"Please do," Ozzy said, setting the phone down carefully like it might burn him. "Because these texts are... well, they're not just friendly chat."

Fizz paced behind Ozzy, running his hands through his hair. "This is insane. Even for you, Lexi, this is totally insane."

Lexi took a deep breath. "I'm dating Satan."

The silence that followed was deafening. Ozzy's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, while Fizz froze mid-pace.

"You're what now?" Fizz finally squeaked.

"Dating. Satan. The actual devil," Lexi repeated, trying to sound casual about it. "It just kind of... happened."

Ozzy stood up, his protective instincts kicking in. "Lexi, do you have any idea how dangerous this is? He's literally the prince of darkness!"

"I know who he is," Lexi said defensively. "And it's not like that. He's actually been really sweet."

Fizz snorted. "Sweet? Satan? Are we talking about the same guy?"

"Look," Lexi sighed, "I didn't plan this. But after that night... well, there were consequences."

"What consequences?" Ozzy demanded, his voice rising with concern.

Lexi shifted uncomfortably. "Just some intense cramps after we, um, you know..."

"Oh god," Fizz covered his ears. "I don't need details!"

"But that's just it," Lexi continued, "Satan felt terrible about it. He refused to leave my side until I felt better. Brought me tea, heated blankets, the works. He was actually... caring."

Ozzy and Fizz exchanged worried glances.

"Lexi," Ozzy said gently, "this is Satan we're talking about. He's literally the master of deception. This could all be part of some bigger plan."

"You don't understand," Lexi protested, feeling water pooling at her feet. "He's different when we're alone. There's more to him than what everyone says."

"That's exactly what everyone who's ever been manipulated says," Fizz pointed out.

Lexi's phone buzzed again on the desk, making them all jump. Satan's name flashed on the screen with a little devil emoji next to it.

"I need to get dressed," Lexi said, reaching for her phone. "And I need you both to trust me on this. I know what I'm doing."

"Do you?" Ozzy asked, his voice heavy with concern. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you're playing with hellfire."

"Just hear me out, okay?" Lexi grabbed her phone and clutched her towel tighter. "We went to this beautiful beach—yes, Satan took me to the human world. And before you freak out more, it was totally private, no humans around."

Fizz's eyes widened. "He took you to Earth? Just like that?"

"Yeah, and it was amazing. The sunset, the waves..." Lexi's eyes softened at the memory. "He was trying to help me relax. He knows about his reputation, guys. He knows everyone's scared of his temper."

"For good reason," Ozzy muttered.

"But that's the thing—he was so gentle with me," Lexi insisted. "After the beach, we went back to his place—"

"His place? Like, in Hell?" Fizz interrupted.

"It's not what you think. It's actually pretty nice. Modern. Lots of black, but still."

Ozzy pinched the bridge of his nose. "And then what happened?"

Lexi blushed. "Well, we... you know. But afterward, I got these crazy painful cramps. Like, the worst pain ever."

"And you don't see that as a red flag?" Ozzy threw his hands up.

"No, because of how he reacted," Lexi said firmly. "He freaked out, but not in an angry way. In a worried way. He felt so guilty, guys. He literally wrapped me in heated blankets, made this special tea from some rare Hell plant, and stayed up all night making sure I was comfortable."

Fizz's face softened slightly. "That does sound... un-Satan-like."

"Exactly! He wouldn't leave my side for three days. Three days! The literal ruler of Hell put everything on hold to take care of me."

Ozzy slumped back in his chair. "I don't know, Lexi. This is a lot to process."

"I know it is," Lexi said, her voice gentler now. "But I really like him. And I think—I know this sounds crazy—but I think he really likes me too."

The phone buzzed again in her hand.

"What's he saying now?" Fizz asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

Lexi glanced at her screen and a small smile formed on her lips. "He's asking if I'm feeling better and if I'd like to try his chef's new souffle recipe tonight."

"Satan has a chef?" Fizz looked impressed despite himself.

"Of course he has a chef," Ozzy grumbled. "He's Satan."

Lexi took advantage of their momentary distraction. "Look, I know this is weird. But can we talk more after I get dressed? I'm literally dripping all over the carpet."

Ozzy sighed deeply. "Fine. But this conversation isn't over."

"Not by a long shot," Fizz added, but his tone had lost some of its edge.

As Lexi turned to leave, Ozzy called after her. "Lexi? Just... be careful, okay? No matter how sweet he seems, he's still the most dangerous being in existence."

Lexi nodded, but as she walked back to her room, she couldn't help smiling at Satan's latest text: "I've got a surprise for you that doesn't involve any pain whatsoever. Promise. 😈"

Maybe they were right to worry. But they hadn't seen the side of him she had. And for now, that was enough to keep her wanting more.

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Fired Up

Summary: Lexi has been know around Hell as another employee with a temper when shes pushed over the edge. Just wait until she meets the King of Wrath.

Ch10

It had been a week since their date. Lexi found herself working from Satan's apartment after what could only be described as a very 'intense' night. The result was some cramping that she didn't particularly want to explain to anyone—though Yogirt and Satan obviously knew the cause.

"You need anything else?" Satan asked, placing a hot water bottle beside her as she typed away on her laptop.

Lexi shook her head, offering a small smile. "I'm fine. Really."

She had reasoned with him that the pain would be something she'd get used to over time. It had taken considerable effort to calm her hot-headed dragon demon boyfriend down from storming off to work out some sort of trial against himself. Satan was protective like that—caring about her well-being to an almost ridiculous degree.

"I just don't like seeing you hurt," he muttered, his tail swishing anxiously behind him as he hovered nearby.

"I'm not made of glass," Lexi reminded him, though she appreciated his attentiveness. She shifted on the couch, wincing slightly as she adjusted her position. "Besides, it was... worth it."

Satan really cared about her and wanted to help her out with anything she needed, just to keep her from hurting herself. But despite his concern, she couldn't help but notice the occasional smirk that played across his lips when he thought she wasn't looking. He couldn't help but feel proud of himself.

"Stop looking so smug," she said, catching his expression.

"I'm not smug," he replied unconvincingly, his sharp teeth showing as he failed to suppress his grin.

"You're practically radiating self-satisfaction," Lexi said with a roll of her eyes, but there was amusement in her voice.

Even if she hadn't told anyone that she was dating the powerful demon that everyone in Hell feared—the same demon who was the cause of her cramping and sore legs—there was something rather sweet about how he treated her. He was surprisingly gentle, trying his best not to leave any marks on her already scarred skin.

As she worked, Satan brought her tea and snacks, adjusting pillows around her without being asked. For someone who commanded armies and struck fear into the hearts of demons, he was surprisingly domestic when it came to taking care of her.

"You're staring again," Lexi said without looking up from her work, her fingers continuing to type steadily.

"Can't help it," Satan replied with a shrug, his eyes tracing the outline of her face. "You're distracting."

It was far better than what she had experienced with her abusive ex who had thrown her around like she was nothing before the acid incident—the one that left half her body and face scarred, making her look like something out of a horror film. The word "vertigo" is what her ex had called her appearance afterward, though it made no sense. It was just another cruel jab designed to make her feel inhuman.

"What are you thinking about?" Satan asked, noticing her expression darken.

"Nothing," she lied, then sighed. "Just... before. Him."

Satan's eyes flashed dangerously, a low growl emanating from his chest. "If I ever meet him—"

"You won't," Lexi cut him off. "And even if you did, he's not worth it."

She was still getting used to it all—not just the scars, but also being treated with such tenderness. When Satan sat beside her, his weight dipping the couch, his fingers traced lightly over the scarred side of her face, and for once, she didn't flinch away.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his voice unusually soft for a creature of his power and stature.

"Liar," she countered, but there was no bite to her words. Her hand came up to rest over his, not pushing him away as she once might have.

"Demon, yes. Liar, no," he replied with a grin that showed off his sharp teeth. "At least not about this."

A sharp knock at the door interrupted their moment. Satan growled, his eyes narrowing at the intrusion.

"It's open," he called out, his arm still wrapped protectively around Lexi. Yogirt poked his head in, his usual cheerful demeanor slightly dampened by the glare Satan was giving him.

"Sorry to interrupt your... recovery time," he said with a knowing glance at Lexi that made her blush. "But you're running late for your therapy appointment, boss." Satan's tail twitched in annoyance.

"Cancel it."

"Satan," Lexi admonished gently, turning to face him. "You can't skip therapy just because I'm here."

"I'm not leaving you like this," he said firmly, gesturing to the hot water bottle and her obvious discomfort. Yogirt cleared his throat. "Dr. Hellbane mentioned last time that if you miss another appointment, she'll have to—"

"I know what she said," Satan snapped, cutting him off. His grip on Lexi tightened slightly before he caught himself and loosened it.

Lexi placed a hand on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of power beneath his skin. "Hey," she said softly, making him look at her. "I'll be fine. I'm just going to take a nap while you're gone." Satan looked unconvinced.

"But if you need anything—" "Then I'll call Yogirt," she finished for him, shooting a smile at the assistant who nodded eagerly.

"I can bring soup," Yogirt offered. "Or more hot water bottles. Or—"

"See?" Lexi said, turning back to Satan. "I'll be taken care of. Your therapy is important." Satan studied her face for a long moment, seeming to weigh his options.

Finally, he sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly in defeat. "Fine. But I'm coming straight back after." "I wouldn't expect anything less," Lexi said with a small smile. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. "Promise you'll stay in bed?" he murmured against her skin.

"Promise," she replied, already feeling drowsy from the warmth of the water bottle and the comfort of his plush couch. "I'll be right here when you get back." Satan stood reluctantly, grabbing his jacket from the back of a nearby chair. "It better be a short session today," he grumbled, shooting Yogirt a look that said he'd be held personally responsible if it wasn't.

"I'll make sure of it, boss," Yogirt said, stepping aside to let Satan pass. Before leaving, Satan paused at the doorway, looking back at Lexi who was already snuggling deeper into the cushions. Something protective and possessive flashed in his eyes—an emotion that would have terrified anyone else but only made Lexi feel safe. "Rest," he commanded softly. "Doctor's orders." "You're not that kind of doctor," she mumbled sleepily, her eyes already drifting closed. The last thing she heard was his low chuckle and the door closing softly behind him.

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Never Cross The Queen

Summary: Daliah never thought she'd be free from the prison thanks to a stranger. She felt lost when she noticed the changes and can't go back from it. But slowly her past pulls her back like endless nightmare and ready to fight back.

Ch7

Daenerys stepped out of the limo not taking Vlad's hand to help her out. She walked with him inside his private penthouse where their date is. It wasn't easy sneaking out with Danny and Jazz on her making sure she was okay with going out with Vlad. He even threatened Danny to get Skulker and more ghosts after him if he tried anything.

She was feeling nervous since she'd never done anything like this with Pariah, even before that she was just a candle maker. She always thought her life would be like that—simple, predictable. Now here she was, wearing a black dress that Jazz had insisted looked "killer" on her, stepping into the kind of luxury she'd only heard stories about.

"I hope the ride was comfortable," Vlad said, his voice smooth as he gestured toward the living room. "I've prepared dinner myself. Nothing too fancy."

Daenerys almost laughed. The man's definition of "not fancy" included crystal glasses and what looked like solid gold silverware.

"It's... a lot," she admitted, fidgeting with the hem of her dress. "I'm not used to all this."

"That makes two of us," Vlad replied with a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Despite appearances, I prefer simplicity. But sometimes..." he trailed off, looking around at his extravagant surroundings, "sometimes we build cages of our own making."

Something about his words hit her hard. Wasn't that what she'd been doing? Living in memories of a past that couldn't be changed?

"I know about cages," she said quietly.

Vlad studied her face for a moment. "I believe you do."

He pulled out a chair for her at the table, and this time she accepted the gesture. The city lights glittered below through floor-to-ceiling windows, reminding her how far she'd come from that small cell.

"So," Vlad said, pouring her a glass of deep red wine, "tell me more about your candle making. I find it fascinating how something so simple can bring such joy."

Daenerys relaxed a bit as they fell into easy conversation. She found herself talking about scents and colors, about how she used to mix herbs to create different effects. Vlad listened with genuine interest, asking questions that showed he was actually paying attention.

"You know," she said, twirling pasta around her fork, "I didn't expect to enjoy myself tonight."

Vlad chuckled. "Is that a compliment or an insult?"

"Maybe a bit of both," she admitted with a small smile.

As the evening wore on, Daenerys found herself laughing more than she had in... well, centuries. Vlad had a sharp wit that matched her own, and though she stayed guarded, she couldn't deny she was having fun.

"It's getting late," Vlad finally said, glancing at his watch. "I should get you back before young Daniel organizes a search party."

The ride back was quiet but comfortable. When they pulled up to Fenton Works, Vlad walked her to the door.

"I'd like to do this again," he said, his voice softer than usual. "Perhaps next week?"

Before she could answer, the door flew open. Danny stood there, green flashing in his eyes.

"You're late," he said, glaring at Vlad.

"By seven minutes, Daniel. Hardly worth the dramatics," Vlad replied coolly.

"Thanks for dinner," Daenerys said quickly, stepping between them. "It was... nice."

Danny grabbed her arm and pulled her inside, slamming the door in Vlad's face. Daenerys yanked her arm free, irritation flashing through her.

"What is wrong with you?" she hissed.

"He's dangerous, Dae. You don't know him like I do."

"And you don't know me at all if you think I can't handle myself," she snapped. Without warning, her chains materialized, crackling with energy. She gave Danny a small shock—just enough to make him yelp and jump back.

"Don't ever grab me like that again," she warned, then turned and headed upstairs to Jazz's room.

She closed the door behind her, leaning against it with a sigh. As she slipped out of Jazz's fancy dress, Daenerys couldn't help but wonder if she was making a mistake. Vlad was dangerous—she could sense that much. But then again, so was she.

Later that night, when the Fenton household had fallen quiet, Daenerys slipped out through the window. The cool night air kissed her skin as she transformed, her human form melting away to reveal her ghostly appearance. The chains around her wrists clinked softly as she soared through the night sky.

The ghost prison loomed ahead, its stark walls a familiar sight that somehow still made her stomach tighten. Walker would be waiting. She'd arranged this meeting days ago, knowing that establishing some control in the Ghost Zone was essential.

She landed silently in the courtyard, where Walker stood with his arms crossed, his skeletal face impassive as always.

"You're late," he said, his voice echoing against the prison walls.

"Had a prior engagement," she replied coolly. "Shall we get down to business?"

Walker gestured toward his office, and she followed him inside. The place was just as austere as she remembered—all hard edges and rule books stacked in perfect alignment.

"I've reviewed the laws as they stand," Walker began, sliding a thick book across the desk. "Most were established under Pariah's rule."

Daenerys ran her fingers over the cover. "And they need updating."

"That's putting it mildly," Walker snorted. "Half these rules were made just to keep ghosts in line through fear."

"And your rules aren't?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

Walker's permanent grin seemed to widen. "My rules have purpose. Order. Structure. Not just punishment for punishment's sake."

Daenerys opened the book, flipping through pages of ancient ghost law. Some made sense—prohibitions against using certain powers that could destabilize the Ghost Zone itself. Others were clearly just Pariah's way of maintaining control through terror.

"I'm willing to recognize your authority here," she said carefully. "The prison serves a purpose. But I want reform."

"Reform?" Walker repeated, sounding the word out like it was foreign to him.

"Rehabilitation for minor offenders. Actual trials before sentencing. No more thousand-year sentences for trivial infractions."

Walker stared at her for a long moment. "You've been in the human world too long."

"Maybe." She leaned forward. "Or maybe I've been imprisoned long enough to know the difference between justice and revenge."

They spent hours going through the rulebook, debating, arguing, occasionally finding common ground. By the time dawn approached in the human world, they had sketched out a framework for a new system.

"This might actually work," Walker admitted grudgingly. "With you backing these changes, even the more powerful ghosts might fall in line."

"That's the idea." Daenerys stood, stretching. "I should get back before I'm missed."

Walker walked her to the entrance. "You know," he said, almost conversationally, "some ghosts are saying you're getting soft. Human world's rubbing off on you."

Daenerys turned to him, her eyes glowing dangerously. "Then remind them that i was human some of those ghosts were and if they dont like it. Let them say it to my face."

Walker chuckled, a rare sound from the prison warden. "That's what I thought. We'll meet again next week to finalize these changes."

She nodded and took flight, the first hints of sunrise warming her back as she headed toward Fenton Works. She slipped back in through the window just as Jazz's alarm clock began to ring.

For a moment, she paused at the window, looking out at the awakening town. She was living in two worlds now—trying to find her place in the human world while restructuring the Ghost Zone. It was exhausting, but for the first time in centuries, she felt like she had purpose.

And maybe, just maybe, she was starting to feel something like hope.

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Dragon At Heart

Summary: Not many now about Uchoa in her life growing up in a tribe that anyone has heard of in Kingdoms but that doesnt stop her curiosity making allies and enemies while theres a battle going on that she wants no part of unless its worth surviving. Those who know dont cross her or her people that will instantly regret that they wished to be killed before she deals with them personally.

Ch3

Uchoa got up from her bedding to put on her long beige dress with a belt then went outside her hut shutting her hidden door seeing the sun is barely up giving her time to eat and go do her task for Ivar. She was grateful that Ivars mother let her and Orion sleep in the forest just close to some friends of theirs. Normally she didnt want to but Orion was misbehaving from eating the meat and pecking everyone which she and Ivar found funny. Uchoa started walking to the village going to going to the farm t oget breakfast for hersel and for the Lothbrok gathering some eggs in her woven baskets that she brought and the baker toa loaf of bread. She has been tasked to get the breakfast prepared. clean, and mostly be by Ivar's side to do what he says for the rest of the day. Most of the people give her stares, call her names, or assault her whenever she goes to the Lothbrok's home which she is used to it and cant say any or do anything about it which she knows has been going on for six months now. She put donw her basket on the table for the one servants to handle making breakfast and heard Ragnar get up hid bed walking over naked holding his dirty clothes tossing them in the pile he has for Uchoa to wash with the others. "Wheres Orion?" said Ragnar looking at her. "Off hunting. He does that before the sun peaks over the mountains." said Uchoa looking at him.

"Good. My wife expects you to be with our son at all times. Do you understand?" said Ragnar going to to his chest to put his clothes on. "Yes, Ragnar." said Uchoa using her other basket that she leaves aside to pick up the clothes. She then went to Ivar's bed finding him just waking up and doing his stretches before crawling out but Uchoa stopped him when he saw her. "Uchoa i can do things on my own." said Ivar. 'Yes. Your parents wont allow it. let me carry you to the table." said Uchoa. "Fine but after your done washing come back and " "I know our routine." said Uchoa looking at him before turning around lowing her back. Ivar wrapped his arms around her shoulders with Uchoa wrap his legs around her waist to walk to the table to his chair. "Go get your chores done." said Ivar looking at her. Uchoa nodded and placed the basket on her back to carry it down the servants quarters at the edge of the village by the water. She did what she was instructed to do of washing the clothes with the other servants that are older than her around. They have kind enough to help her know how things are done that her people arent allowed to do in exchange Uchoa gives them useful tips like herbal medicines or others things. 

Its been hours at least when she was fine with the clothes and cleaning the Lorthbroks house before taking Ivar where he wants to go. To be with his brothers or in secret spend time to her and learn about her home. Which was the second one taking she did taking him to her hut as it was a quiet place. Uchoa had Ivar sit on her bed while she took the ground making a fish catcher by weaving the thin vines she collected the other day. She was glad they became close in secret so none of them would be in trouble. 'Ivan.' Said Ivar in Ichoas language. "Close. You said Ivan. Again ." Said Uchoa. "Use a bit more tongue." She says. Ivar hummed before trying again until Uchoa yell in pain when a rock hit her back. "Who is out there?!" Said Ivar looking outside through the door. "Ivar. Don't." Said Uchoa looking at him. "You're more than just my slave. I'm not having anyone disrespect you." Said Ivar getting off her bed and crawled out. Uchoa got out herself for another rock to hit her left brow with Ivar looking for person hiding. "Come out you bastards!" Said Ivar. "Would you look at this the cripple cares for the savage slut?" Said a boy laughing with his friend who threw another rock at them. "Enough! Leave now!" Said Uchoa not caring for the blood pouring down on her face. "Shut up. You are nothing like him." Said The other boy. Uchoa got up using her foot to pick up a large stick the she 0lan to use for he fire and twirled in her hands ready to fight. (btw the rest below was done by ai which idki if i should continue using it.)

The stick felt solid in her grip, familiar like the weapons her father had taught her to use. Blood trickled down into her eye, but she blinked it away, focusing on the two boys who emerged from behind the trees. "Put that down, savage," sneered the taller boy, his red hair matted with dirt. "Or we'll tell everyone you attacked us." Ivar pulled himself forward, his eyes blazing. "And I'll tell my father you attacked his son and his property. Who do you think he'll believe?" The boys hesitated, exchanging nervous glances. Everyone knew Ragnar's temper. "You shouldn't be out here alone with her," said the shorter boy, trying to sound brave. "It's not right. She's bewitching you with her tribal magic." Uchoa lowered her stick slightly but kept it ready. "There is no magic. I'm teaching him my language. Nothing more." "Liar!" The red-haired boy threw another rock that Uchoa deflected with her stick. The impact sent vibrations up her arm. A screech from above made everyone look up. Orion circled overhead, his wings stretched wide, his shadow passing over them like a warning. "Your devil bird!" The shorter boy backed away. Ivar smiled, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "My father gave Orion to Uchoa. He's as much Lothbrok property as she is. Harm either, and you answer to my family." Uchoa whistled softly, and Orion swooped down, landing on a branch just above their heads. His fierce eyes fixed on the boys, his beak open in threat. "We meant no harm," the red-haired boy said quickly, his courage evaporating. "We were just having fun." "Find your fun elsewhere," Ivar commanded, his voice carrying the authority of his bloodline despite his young age. "And if I hear you've spoken of this to anyone, I'll have my brothers deal with you." The boys retreated, throwing dark looks over their shoulders.

When they were gone, Uchoa dropped to her knees beside Ivar, the stick falling from her hands. "You shouldn't have done that," she said softly, touching her bleeding brow. "Now they'll talk." Ivar reached out, wiping blood from her face with surprising gentleness. "Let them. I'm not afraid." "But I am," Uchoa admitted. "Your mother already dislikes me. If she thinks I'm... corrupting you..." "Teaching me about your people isn't corruption." Ivar's face softened. "Besides, I asked you to." Uchoa helped Ivar back into the hut and retrieved a small pouch of herbs from her belongings. She mixed it with water from her flask, creating a paste that she dabbed on her own wound. "Here," she said, offering some to Ivar for a scrape on his hand he'd gotten while crawling outside. "This will stop any festering." As she treated him, Orion flew in through the doorway, settling on her shoulder with a soft chirp. His weight was comforting, familiar. "How did you know to come back?" she whispered to the hawk, stroking his chest feathers. "He always knows when you need him," Ivar said, studying the bird with admiration. "Will you teach me that whistle you used?" Uchoa smiled despite her aching head. "It's not magic, just something my father taught me. Birds understand tones better than words." They sat in comfortable silence as the sun climbed higher. Soon, Uchoa would need to return Ivar to his home before questions arose, but for now, this moment of peace felt precious. "Try the word again," she said suddenly. "In my language." Ivar looked at her, determination in his eyes. He formed the word carefully, his tongue finding the right places this time. "Iivaaar." Uchoa's face broke into a genuine smile. "Perfect." The bruise forming under her eye and the cut on her brow would be difficult to explain later, but somehow, hearing her language spoken correctly by someone else made the pain worth bearing.

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Never Cross The Queen

Summary: Daliah never thought she'd be free from the prison thanks to a stranger. She felt lost when she noticed the changes and can't go back from it. But slowly her past pulls her back like endless nightmare and ready to fight back.

Ch6

"Danny hurry up!" Said Daenerys from the living room. She adjust her shoes then made sure her clothes weren't wrinkled. "Dahlia. Youre alright and I'll be sure to drop off your things in your apartment." Said Maddie. "Thanks. I better get going. Don't want to be late." Said Daenerys grabbing her bag. She walked to her workplace to a nice restaurant that just opened and started working there for a week with everyone helping her out after explaining her relationship issue. The person who helped her out the most is a young men named Nate that she seemed to take a liking but wasnt sure enough to ask him out as Danny and Jazz told her. Speaking of him coming over with dirty blonde hair brushed back walking to her smiling the second Daenerys came to the back to clock in. "We have a full house today with our boss supervising along side his new partner." said Nate handing her the note pad with the pen. "Well it can't be any different than the others unless it's a nutcase." Said Daenerys. "Hey listen. I was wondering if you wanted to go out for dinner." Said Nate as she passed by having her turn around. "Really." Said Daenerys. "Yeah. I just never thought that we should do something." Said Nate looking over her shoulder to see Vlad coming in with their boss. "Looks this has to wait." Said Nate walking over with Daenerys going to the break room to her stuff in her locker. "Hello, sir. Mr. Matthews. Shall i bring you gentlemen to your table?" Said Nate smiling. "Yes and who was the lovely woman that were speaking to?" Said Vlad knowing fully it was Daenerys.

"Thats Dahlia. She's new and very excellent waitress., Mr . Masters." Said Mr. Matthews looking at him. "Im sure she is. How about you bring her us the best wine while we discuss business?" Said Vlad."Of course." Said Nate walking away. He went threw the doors seeing the cooks and Daenerys drying her wet hands. "Dahlia. Mr. Matthews and Mr. Masters need one of our best wines." Said Nate. "Masters?" Said Daenerys. "Yeah. Is everything alright?" Said Nate. "I'm fine. We met before." Said Daenerys. She walked down to the wine cellar, her steps measured and careful. The cool air sent a slight shiver down her spine, but it wasn't the temperature making her heart race - it was the name Nate had just mentioned. Masters. Vlad Masters. Of all the people to show up here, why him? Daenerys took a deep breath as she scanned the shelves of bottles. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for one of their finest reds, a vintage Cabernet Sauvignon that Mr. Matthews saved for special guests. "Get it together," she whispered to herself. "He's just another customer." But Vlad wasn't just another customer, and she knew it. Their past encounters had left her with an unsettling feeling she couldn't shake. Something about his eyes - calculating, observing, always seeming to know more than he let on. She grabbed the wine and a corkscrew, pausing to check her reflection in a small decorative mirror on the wall. Her new identity as Dahlia had been working fine until now. She straightened her shoulders and headed back upstairs. "You got this," she told herself. "Just serve the wine and walk away." Nate caught her eye as she emerged from the cellar.

He gave her an encouraging smile that somehow calmed her nerves. At least she had allies here. "Excellent choice," he whispered as she passed him. "Need me to come with you?" "I'll be fine," she replied, though she wasn't entirely convinced. The main dining area buzzed with conversation and the clinking of silverware. Daenerys made her way to the corner table where Vlad sat with Mr. Matthews, their heads bent close in conversation. As she approached, Vlad looked up, his eyes widening for just a moment before his lips curved into that familiar, unsettling smile. "Ah, here she is," Vlad said smoothly as she presented the wine. "The famous Dahlia I've heard so much about." "Good evening, gentlemen," she said, keeping her voice steady. "I've brought our 2010 Cabernet. One of our finest." Mr. Matthews beamed. "Excellent choice, Dahlia. Mr. Masters here appreciates fine things." "Indeed I do," Vlad replied, his eyes never leaving her face as she uncorked the bottle with practiced movements. "Very fine things." Daenerys poured a small amount into Vlad's glass for tasting, acutely aware of his gaze following her every move. When their fingers briefly touched as she handed him the glass, she felt a chill that had nothing to do with the wine cellar's temperature. "Perfect," he said after tasting, his voice silky. "Just as I remembered."

Daenerys tried to maintain her composure as she poured wine for both men, but her hand betrayed her with a slight tremor. "Well i will be going back to serving tables. let me or our other servers to assist you of anything." said " she says turning to leave. "Actually," Vlad said, leaning back in his chair, Dahlia stopped to turn back around. "I was hoping to speak with you privately, Dearest." Mr. Matthews looked between them, confusion evident on his face. "You two know each other?" "Old acquaintances," Vlad replied smoothly. "We have much to catch up on." Daenerys forced a smile. "I'm working, Mr. Masters. Perhaps another time." "Oh, I insist," Vlad said, his voice pleasant but his eyes hard. "Mr. Matthews, would you mind terribly if I borrowed your excellent waitress for just a moment? A personal matter." "Of course not," her boss replied. "Take all the time you need." Trapped, Daenerys followed Vlad to a quiet corner near the kitchen doors. "Enjoying your freedom?" Vlad asked, his voice low. "Playing house with the Fentons, working in this... charming establishment?" "What do you want?" she hissed. "Simply to ensure your wellbeing," he said, adjusting his tie. "After all, if word got out about who—or rather, what—you really are, I imagine these nice people wouldn't be so welcoming." Ice formed in her stomach. "Are you threatening me?" "Threatening? No." His smile widened. "Offering protection. The ghost world is still looking for their queen, my dear. And humans... well, they don't take kindly to supernatural beings living among them." "I'm handling it fine on my own.""Are you?" Vlad chuckled. "One phone call about your true identity and the Fentons become targets. They hunt ghosts, remember? What would happen if they learned they're harboring the queen of them all?" Nate appeared behind them. "Everything okay here, Dahlia?" "Fine," she said quickly. "Just catching up with an old friend." Vlad handed her a business card. "My new address. I expect you tomorrow evening at eight. We have much to discuss about your... living arrangements."

"I'm not—" "For the Fentons' sake," he whispered. "Unless you want young Daniel discovering what you really are? Or perhaps Jazz? They've been so kind to you." Daenerys swallowed hard. "Until tomorrow then," Vlad said, patting her arm. He turned to Nate with a charming smile. "She's quite special, this one. Take good care of her tonight." As Vlad returned to his table, Nate touched her shoulder. "Hey, you're pale as a ghost. What was that about?" The irony of his words made her want to laugh hysterically. "Nothing. Just... complications from my past." "Your ex?" "Something like that," she muttered. "Want me to kick him out? Just say the word." She shook her head. "He's too powerful." Seeing Nate's concerned expression, she added, "Politically, I mean. He knows people." "Well, I still want to take you to dinner. Get your mind off things." Daenerys glanced at Vlad, who raised his wine glass to her from across the room. "I'd like that," she said quietly. "I could use a friend tonight." What she didn't say was that it might be their only chance for dinner before everything changed. Tomorrow at eight, she'd be facing her past—and possibly losing her newfound freedom.

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Dimensional Witch

Summary: Selene never really fit in her home due her powers and what she can do with them. So what better way is leaving to a place where she doesnt exists finding where she belongs with others who understands her.

Ch4

Selene walked out of her room going to the kitchen to make herself some tea seeing Beast Boy stepping out of the elevator holding two grocery bags. "What you bring?" said Selene. "Im going to make us a vegetarian dinner." said Beast Boy putting the bags on the counter.  "Well im gonna be busy doing something tonight." said Selene . "Thats cool. Do you want me to save you leftovers?" said Beast Boy. "Whatever is fine with you." said Selene walking to her room. "Hey Raven. Im going to shop for some things for a spell. Wanna join in?" said Selene seeing her in the hall. "By the way Beast Boy will be making dinner." She says. "Thanks for the warning. What spell are you doing?" said Raven. "Im doing a cleanse on the monsters killed. I need to do this in a full moon. It's better that way and to recharge my energy from anything evil that would been attached to me." said Selene. "Understandable." said Raven. "What is it you need for the spell i can help?" she asked. "Candles, a dagger, and a black mirror." said Selene. "Candles i have but the Black mirror i can look." said Raven. "Thanks. I'll bring them back when im done." said Selene as Raven nod her head and floated to her room. Selene went back to her room checking her phone for any messages from Melinda before she grabbed her satchel bag. She walked out of the tower texting Melinda back about where she'll be meeting her vanishing into smoke and reappeared near a different bar where she saw Melinda and her friends. Selene walked out of the alley looking around seeing the shop across the street finding one or two people going inside. She looked for any cars before crossing going in seeing Dean behind the counter restocking the shelves. Selene looked the candles and incense before Dean looked at her smiling. "What are you lookin for?" said Dean. "Im working a spell and i know this will sound weird but you got a dagger or Black Mirror?" said Selene looking at him. "Dagger. No and i do have regular mirrors but you make one from removing the glass painting the inside black. Does that help?" said Dean.

"Very thank you." said Selene looking at the mirrors section. She looked at each one until one of the customers knocked over an item behind her and stopped it in mid air with her open hand moving it towards her to grab. "What the fuck?" said Dean and the customer who was a young teen looked at her in shock "Let me guest. You're gonna have to kill me for being a real witch." said Selene. "No. I never seen a witch in real life." said Dean. "Same here. That was awesome." said the teen. "Sorry about the killing part. Where i am from everyone is like Salem. And i never worship anything satanic or anything involved with evil except slaughtering actual demonic creatures roaming my old home before i left." said Selene moving the object back where it was. "Wow. Um so you're the real thing. How long have you been doing this?" said Dean. "When i was maybe six. But look the only reason im telling you and him about this is because if you told anyone would lead to trouble not to yo but me as well." said Selene. "By that you mean experimentation or mental asylum." said the teen. "Yeah. Look im just gonna take this mirror and the candles.  The Dagger i can find somewhere else." said Selene. "The items are on the house. It's fine and we wont say anything about this." said Dean. "Thanks. Seems like youre the first normal people who are okay with me. Anyway im gonna go see some friends." said Selene packing the medium size mirror into her bag and left almost running into elder woman. 'Sorry i didnt hear you.' signed the woman. 'Its fine. i shouldve looked where i was going.' signed Selene before she left the shop. She walked down a few blocks until Selene stopped for a guy to run into invisible force she used on herself knocking him to the ground. Selene looked at him then picked up the purse as the woman came running for her bag. "Thank you. He just snatched it from me when i was getting into my car." said the woman hearing a groan. The guy went to get up until Selene knock him out by a kick to the jaw hearing crack surprising the woman by looking at her. "That was a normal crack from the neck. He'll wake up in a few hours. Not the first time." said Selene walking away. She headed down to the coffee shop seeing Melissa and Dylan who was on a leash by the time she got to their table. "So what are we doing?" said Selene looking at them. 

After sometime Selene was seated inside a nice restaurant table talking with Kenna and Melinda. She told them about her life leaving out her being from another dimension and her age. "Thats tough to go through. And your friends with the Teen Titans?" Said Kenna. "Yeah but i never really fit in with the team since they dont really know me besides Raven. We both keep something to ourselves and know everything spell related. I just need to find a better living space so i wont be interrupted on my practice by the team or the alarms." Said Selene. "We got new apartment buildings around Jump City. We can help find you some jobs." Said Melinda. "Thanks. Hopefully they understand my decisions." Said Selene as a waitress placed a drink down. "I didnt . . ." "The Gentlemen from one of tables ordered this for you." Said the waitress before she left. Selene looked at Kenna and Melinda confused then dragged her middle finger along the glass rim to see anything. She then took a drink looked to enjoy it and looked around spotting the Gentlemen across the room seated by himself raising his drink to her with a nod. Selene does the same taking a drink then faced Melinda and Kenna. "Go to his table. Talk to him." Said Kenna. "I never talked to a guy in my fucking life." Said Selene. "Move your ass over there. Hes eyeing on you when he passed our table an hour ago. Be yourself and relax. We'll right here." Said Melinda. Selene got up taking her drink walking to the gentlemen's table. "Is this seat taken?" She asked. "By all means. Im glad you like the drink. Im James Wilson." Said the man shaking her hand. He watched Selene hang her bag on her chair before sitting down across from him. "Selene and thank you for that. This is the first time anyone offered me a drink that wasnt contaminated." Said Selene. "Maybe they didnt realize what their eyes are missing. You certainly are drawn my interests." Said James.

"Really? How so?" Said Selene. "A man just knows when they see a real beauty. Im guessing your partner tells you that." Said James. "Single as hell. If i did started dating it wouldnt last less than a day." Said Selene. "Try me." Said James as the two talked for a while until Kenna and Melissa left. He then looked at the time and had one of the waiters come to collect glasses. "I have to cut our time short. Have people to see. We'll meet each other again if you want." Said James. "If we arent busy. This was nice." Said Selene getting up. "Do you need a ride? Ive seen your friends leave earlier." Said James. "Its fine. I can get someone else to pick me up. Bye James." Said Selene walking away. She went outside seeing it was late looking for Melissa's car but found no sign of her. Eventually Selene began walking down a few blocks until she turned to alley once she checked no one was watching. She teleported to her room to get the items she needs for the spell and teleported to the woods. Selene walked to a good spot and began drawing the pentacle on the dirt with her blood drawn by the dagger Raven left on her bed and lit each of the five candles placing them on each points of the star. She pulled out a belt buckle that she wore all the time and twisted it counter clockwise to see it glow red and put in the middle of the drawing and waved her hands above it to form a force filed to keep the evil in. Her eyes began to focus on the buckle opening up letting the demons that she killed and trapped out and moved her hands to spin the drawing opening a gateway to Hell. It didnt take long or quick the spell was forcing the demons back to where they belong and a white light burst out a beam for a moment then disappeared. Selene gasped as the drawing as gone and the flames were out meaning the spell is done and carefully picked up everything since the spell costed her energy to be drained out of her body.  Once it was over Selene went back to her room change and drop herself on the bed to rest. 

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Dimensional Witch

Summary: Selene never really fit in her home due her powers and what she can do with them. So what better way is leaving to a place where she doesnt exists finding where she belongs with others who understands her.

Ch3

It was late as Selene walked down street like she normally does find new places looking to see people socializing with each other. She saw a bar going in to take a look until she saw Melinda talking with her friends by the corner table in the back. "Hey Melinda." said Selene. "Sel. Hi. What are you doing here?" said Melinda. "I like exploring." said Selene. "But you cant just waltz into a place like this." said one of her friends who had short brunette hair. "Because i look like a teenager. i get that way too much." said Selene. "Got ID?" said the ginger woman. "Never had one in my life." said Selene. Kim. Amelia. Enough. She can join us and get to know each other better." said Melinda. "So what brings you to Jump City?" said Kim. "Finding a better life. I just left after being treated like shit." said Selene. "Boyfriend?" said Amelia. "No. Hated by everyone for being myself." said Selene. "You mean a Wiccan? or a Witch?" said Melinda. "Its both the same thing. i never performed any of those satanic or devil worship in case you three are wondering." said Selene. "So is everyone like Salem?" said Melinda. "Yeah." said Selene. They continued talking until Selene felt Raven close by looking at the girls. "Im sorry but i have to go. Can we meet again like this?" said Selene. "Sure. How about Saturday?" said Melinda. "Perfect. bye Girls." said Selene leaving the bar. She walked to where she feel raven's energy until Starfire tackled her into a tight hug. "Oh dear friend. We have been looking for you. Where have you gone?" said Starfire holding her tightly. Selene looked at her then saw Robin coming with the rest of the team. "Starfire. You let go now." said Robin seeing Selene looked like she's ready to pass out. "Oh I'm sorry." said Starfire letting go. "Thanks. Why are you guys looking for me?" said Selene. "You kinda disappeared on us after the fight against the Hive. Why did you leave?" said Robin. "Look i kinda helped out you guys on getting your home back. I figured you guys handled this before and didnt want to interfere." said Selene. "Come on. You were amazing back there." said Cyborg. "You'd be perfect for the team?" said Robin. "Joining the Titans? You all barely know me." said Selene. "Then hang out with us. it'll be fun." said Beast Boy. "Won't kill anyone to make friends." said Cyborg. "Please. We shall watch a movie of your choosing as our guest." said Starfire.

"Fine. Let me take care of something at my place." said  Selene walking away but Cyborg stopped her. "We can drive you." said Cyborg pulling out his car keys clicking it. A car in similar design as Cyborg pulled over fast with the doors opened on its own with Robin and Beast Boy going in. Selene went in the back with Beast Boy giving Cyborg directions to the abandoned house seeing the confusion on their face. "You live here?" said Cyborg as Selene just got out and walked inside.  She walked up the wall to the second floor pushing the door open since the door knob was found broken off. She looked around for anything that was moved while she was gone knowing that there have been times squatters tried to take her stuff. Selene turned to see Raven who emerged from the walls looking at her 'home' then at her. "I like your alter." said Raven. Thanks. I needed to make none of the squatters were in here." said Selene. "Everything good in there?" said Robin outside. "You might wanna get your ass in the car. There's been needles everywhere." said Selene loud enough for him to hear. "Ready to go?" said Raven watching her take a belt buckle with a star in a circle. "Yeah." said Selene walking through the wall with Raven. They got to the tower to the main room with Selene looking at the movies curiously while the popcorn was being made. "Did you find anything you like?" aid Beast Boy. "I dont normally do this kind of stuff. Why dont you guys choose? Whatever is fine with me." said Selene. "Dont you have friends?" said Beast Boy. "One but not anymore." said Selene. "Wanna talk about it?" said Beats Boy. Selene shook her head side to side and went into the hall to find a bathroom until she saw a open door way going towards it. "OH. sorry where the bathroom?" said Selene after seeing raven inside. "End of the hall take a left two doors down." said Raven. "Thanks." said Selene following her directions. She did her thing and went back to the room sitting on couch next to Raven who was reading a book as the movie started. Selene watched the movie half the time seeing most of the team except her and raven were awake using her power to stop the movie. She got up stretching then took each of the team to their room with her help and cleaned up the mess. "Why did you come here?" said Raven out of no where. She walked over helping putting the dishes away listening. "I wasnt wanted for what i am. My only friend didnt defend me over the countless times of saving our home due to his family reputation. He was seen as a Hero and me not so much. So i left that dimension to start a new life. grew tired the same bullshit for many many years." said Selene. "I wont say anything." said Raven. "Thanks." said Selene smiling a little. 

The next morning Selene was on the roof practicing with Robin to see what she is capable of beside her magic powers been going at it for good couple of hours. She finally fought against Robin remembering the times she done this with Blake when snuck around to learn different fighting techniques. Robin groaned after Selene took him down feeling his whole body sore and stood up stumbling a bit but Selene helped him get inside. "Very impressive fighting skills you had up your sleeve." said Robin. "Never too late to learn something new." said Selene leading him to his room. "See you guys later." said Selene. "Where you going?" said Starfire stopping her from going to the elevator. "Please tell me your not going back to the house." said Cyborg while playing video games with Beast Boy. "You live your way. I live mine. its not the first time i live like that." said Selene. "But you can live with us. we have plenty rooms." said Starfire. "Sweet of you but none of you can handle me." said Selene vanishing into smoke. She emerged from the brick wall between two buildings casually walking out blending into the crowded sidewalks. This gave her the opportunity to pick pocket enough to get something for the day then saw a toddler pass her running towards the street and quickly picked him up before a car hit him. "Dylan?!" said the mother rushing out of the shop. "Here lucky for you i saw him." said Selene placing Dylan on her hip. The mother breathed in relief taking Dylan from her to make sure he was okay while Selene walked away until Melinda came over to them. "Selene wait. Wait." said Melinda blocking her way from crossing the street. "You just saved my nephew." said Melinda. "it was a natural instinct." said Selene. "Still. i know we barely know each other since last night. Kenna. This is Selene. The one i was telling you about." aid Melinda. "Thank you so much. He often escapes from us. Look how we go out for dinner as a thank you." said Kenna holding Dylan in her arms. "It wasnt a big deal. Anyone wouldve done what i did." said Selene. Please. I can give you our numbers and call you. You are going with us." said Melinda pulling out pen from her purse. She grabbed Selene's arm pushing the sleeve up writing down the numbers with their names. "You are not going to let this slide. Arent you?" said Selene. "No. Call us alright." said Melinda waking away with her sister and nephew. Selene turned around going to the house not realizing someone was watching he every move under supervision along with other videos of her using her powers and one fighting against Robin. A man seated on a throne kept his visable eye locked on the screen humming in thought as his servant placed a cup on his ar rest. "She's interesting. Find everything you can about her." said the man looking from the screen to a woman with a uniform and white hair tied in a neat bun holding a file in her arms. "Of course, Slade." said the woman before she left.

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Dimensional Witch

Summary: Selene never really fit in her home due her powers and what she can do with them. So what better way is leaving to a place where she doesnt exists finding where she belongs with others who understands her.

Ch2

Its been a week since i left everything behind me and got out my hideout which was an abandoned house with danger written all over from the looks of it. I walked into the city looking around the dumpsters after i found some bedding in very good condition and kept on exploring. I soon enough found myself at the food court where i pick up the leftovers and walked up the stairs seeing one of the employees that met every time i come here. "Sel." said the woman. "Melinda." said Selene feeling something. She looked to find a group of teens talking feeling the same feeling again and looked away to have a seat at the corner with Melinda handing her a cup of water. "Thank you." said Selene pulling out her notebook that was used for grocery. Ever since her previous book was burned along with her other belongings Selene had rewrite everything. The girl with the blue cloak looked over while her friends talked seeing Selene sketching feeling something from her. "Hey guys. I'll be right back." said the girl getting up walking over to her. "Hey." said the girl making Selene shut her notebook. "Sorry I know the routine." said Selene standing up putting her notebook away. "No. i was wondering about what brings you here to Jump City." said the girl. "Doesn't matter." said Selene looking at her. "Just making a conversation. Im Raven." said the girl. 'You're a witch. Aren't you?' said Selene in Raven's mind. "You can say." said Raven then noticed her friends watching them. "You want to join us?" said Raven. Selene looked at her and the group confused before walking with her to the table sitting next a bionic man. "Hello friend. Im Starfire." said the red haired girl wearing a two piece purple and silver outfit. Selene didnt say anything but looked at the group cautiously until the bionic man spoke up. "Cyborg. Are you okay?" said the bionic man. "Yeah. Just that i never get to meet new people that much." said Selene. "Well Im Robin and thats Beast Boy." said the boy with dark hair wearing a tight costume. "You a vegetarian?" said the boy with green skin and hair. "No." said Selene. "Then we'll get the pepperoni." said Cyborg as they started arguing. Selene watched them talking about what they want until she looked at Raven who shrugged until they stopped to hear something. She looked with them seeing a bus moving down the hill to a baby stroller in the middle of the street making her curious of what was going on. "Titans Go!" said Robin as the group scattered.

Selene watched Starfire fly to move the stroller and Cyborg slowing down the bus while Raven use her power to put on the breaks. She didn't hear what was going on once Robin, Starfire, and Beast Boy checked on the 'baby' before it blew up. "And i thought Xjankia people were idiots." said Selene walking away from the food court. She walked down the block while the titans fought not wanting to help two reasons. Not going for repeat and barely knew them besides their names. The other was this dimension was all new to her which is why she needed to know more without getting any attachments to the Titans. She didnt want to let her guard down to just anyone that easily until she look back to absorb a pink energy fired at her by accident from the girl a updo hair style shaped like horns with black and purple outfit. Selene kept on walking but the girl wasnt done with her by jumping high in the air to attack her but in slow motion Selene made her freeze in midair for a second before forcing her back to the large man and the boy with a very strong to create a slight crater from the impact. "Way to girl." said Cyborg until the boy threw a device on his back making him fly way with Starfire going after him. Selene took her chance to walk right into the glass door next to her like water and emerge at a random place in Jump City. She walked around seeing she was somewhere in downtown by the many shops and restaurants until one area caught her interests going inside. The shop had crystals in any shade size or form, dried herbs, candles, and books that looked new or old. "Hello. interested into buying?" said the cashier walking in. "Just looking." said Selene pulling off her hoodie to let her hair breathe. "Let me know if you need help with anything?" said the cashier. "Do you perhaps have blank books?" said Selene looking at him. "In the back one the left shelves. Im Dean by the way." said the cashier. "Thanks." said Selene following the directions. She looked through each one feeling the material before taking one and pulled out some money she picked pocketed using it to pay. "Care to look at our Quills. They just came in." said Dean handing her the change. "Next time." said Selene keeping the receipt. She walked home talking the long route crossing he bridge seeing the T shape building on an island seeing four figures getting washed out to shore. "uh what the hell just happen?" said Selene getting the fours attention to her.

"You want to know what happened?! We just got thrown out of our home. They won and we lost." said Cyborg. "Why didnt you help us back there?" he asked. "Its not my business. I just did my thing and left you guys to handle it figuring you guys have fought like this before." said Selene. "She's got a point." said Beast Boy. "How? Robin is gone and she couldve joined in to prevent it from happening." said Cyborg. Selene rolled her eyes walking away passing Robin who came out of a sewer pipe leading to the ocean making himself known to the team. She then stopped for Raven land in front of her and looked at the team. "Wouldn't hurt to help out some friends especially new ones?" said Robin. Selene snapped her fingers to make her hoodie disappear showing her outfit. "Looks like someone has done some fighting before." said Robin. "Lets just focus getting your home back." said Selene vanishing into smoke. She emerged from the walls getting the groups attention with the large guy charging at her. He swung his large fist at her who slides down between his legs standing up and swung her leg up around his thick neck hooking it and swung to the other side making him bend and flip him on his back. Then looked over her shoulder seeing the girl coming her way and ripped off her black choker from her neck flicking it straight to turn into a staff stick it to the floor to laugh a kick to her stomach. Selene jumped backwards for Starfire to take the big guy into the hall and looked at the boy screaming to get the robot arm off of him until she snapped her fingers to make a portal appear underneath him. "Where did he go" said Cyborg after reattaching his arm. "No where. I created a infinite void making him fall nonstop." said Selene. "Good now meet us on the roof. We arent done yet." said Cyborg. He lead her up to the top of the tower with the portal opening up for the boy to fall on the big guy while Beast Boy and Starfire got the pink haired girl. Selene disappeared and reappeared on top of the new structure to looking down seeing the big guy being knocked into the boy and girl finishing them off. She waved her right up to make her disguise appear again and fall back vanishing to her place.

[perlapulido]

Dimensional Witch

Summary: Selene never really fit in her home due her powers and what she can do with them. So what better way is leaving to a place where she doesnt exists finding where she belongs with others who understands her.

Ch1

Roar! Bang! The black smoke bursts out of the building with a figure landing in a backflip with one hand on the ground while the other stretched out and one of their knees bent to the ground sliding away from the explosion. The figure turned out to be teenager standing up with a few scratches and blood pouring from her busted lip wiping it off. She stood facing two black flaming figures with four arms, deer skull head silhouette, hooves, and wolf like tail walking out snarling at her. The teen flicked her hand back making a black whip made of shadows appear in her left hand striking at the creature a good distance away from her neck and threw them far from the building to a open lot behind her letting the whip go to tie itself round the creature and twirled her now free hand to create a symbol under the creature and closed it by making a fist leaving behind a black marble ball. The other creature let a piercing shriek charging at the teen biting its sharp fangs in her arm throwing her up while enlarging itself to devour her whole. While she's high in the air the teen made her whip turn into a double bladed axe doing a side flip and raising her axe above her head on her way down slicing its head off. The teen landed on the ground with redish black blood in her face and head ignoring it dripping down on her clothes to create the same symbol like she did before picking up the two marble balls and turned her belt buckle to contain them. She walked off while her powers restored all the damages that were made from the fight against those creatures like nothing ever happened. "Selene? Selene?" Said an adult stumbling down the street seeing everything going on behind her. "Nineteen of those bastards contained. Youre fucking welcome no thanks to you." Said Selene looking at him. "I was thrown across four buildings. Im not a invincible and powerful witch like you." Said the adult.

"Yeah because everyone is acting like The Salem Witch Trials that happened nine hundred years ago. And here i am busting my ass on the isolated city from being destroyed by the Zierqons and others that almost ate or left you half dead." Said Selene. "Yet everyone thanks me because of my blood and steps over you lile a decaying road kill." "Blake. Im tired of this. Every battle and fight i win. You get the credit and me blamed." Said Selene seeing the people coming out the sewers. She quickly splash the blood on Blake with a fast of her hand vanishing into smoke. Blake sighed in defeat as the people surrounded him talking over each other and cheering. "Idiots. Theyre all fucking idiots." Said Selene from top of the very building that was destroyed before. She shook her head walking off phasing into the wall and appeared at her home. It was much just a small room with a cracked window covered by duct tape. Her home was literally outside the barrier keeping the city safe so Selene hasnt figured out why or how are attacks happening but didnt care less since she is treated entirely different. Selene plopped on her bed pulling out a a very worn book made of a leather like material opening where the mark is. She had been working a way to leave this place and looked down at the spell drawn out and written down some notes.  Never really thought about leaving behind her only friend Blake but knew he was needed as the next ruler of Xjankia like his father has ever since she lived her whole life there. Growing tired of the same thing over and over again of her endless protection of the people and the city. No one believed her to be the Great Protector like Blake who couldnt stand a chance in the battles without any powers and the men being killed. Other than the fact she's a witch was that Selene is a very skilled thief that takes want she wants without being caught. No evidence to be found due to her wiping the footage and use her spells of illusions. Nothing has changed when she had Blake around her with him being the popular one and had things that kept him busy. But never stopped then from seeing each other by sneaking around and practice on their skills.

Going back to her spell Selene believed this could work as along no one can bother which is rare since they have come to harass or even try to kill her when they can. Selene felt her stomach rumbling and put her book back in its place to head out. She grabbed black baggy sweatpants with a matching hoodie before she left going in the city looking for any food that were good in the dumpsters. "Thought you'd be here." Said Blake coming over with a bag of take out. He saw that she didnt say or even look at him just kept on digging through the garbage. "Selene? Come on." Said Blake reaching his hand to grab her arm but recoiled back from an electric shock. "Can you at least take the food i bought you? No one pays much attention in the back alleys." He says. Selene rolled her eyes groaning in annoyance snatching the bag from him walking past him but felt him following her. "Look I'll make this up to you." Said Blake. "Yeah right. You just care about your family reputation and never once you mention our three long years of being friends. Ive done so much for you and our home but never get a . . ." Selene smelled something with Blake noticing it too until they looked to find a large smoke coming from outside the city. She dropped the food going to a full sprint to the barriers to see a huge group of people surrounding her only home engulfed by the flames. "People of Xjankia for tonight is the night this Evil Bringer is to finally be brought back where she belongs. Years we have dealt the very creatures that taken away everything we feared the most." Said the man standing in front wearing a suit. "We have coward in fear for long enough. My son has done everything to protect us and now here he stands before watching the evil die in the flames of her destruction." Said the man seeing Blake running towards the ruined building in flames. Selene wanted to do something about this but knew theres nothing that can stop their hatred towards her and get some kind of sense into them. She stayed there the entire time watching her only home burn down to ashes with the people leaving. Blake stayed looking at Selene with guilt and sympathy written on his face reaching his hand out to her right shoulder. "Im done." Said Selene walking away. "What you mean done?" Said Blake following her but Selene turned around pushing him back hard making him slide a few feet away from her. "With you and everyone. You all want the Evil Bringer gone. Fine." Said Selene making her black index finger nail long. She pressed her sharp nail into her palm cutting it deeply using her blood to create the pentacle. Selene moved her hands to turn the pentacle like a spin dial as it glowed creating a portal before being dropped into the void closing itself before Blake could run and grab her.