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[silentbutsadistic]

◸What kind of place do you even come from?◿

It was mere curiosity, really. Speaking of a place filled with monsters but that didn't deserve torture was, rare. Or perhaps the monsters in question were just misjudged.

At the very least, Neo seemed amused, enjoying the taste of the cupcake and even looking at Sakuya to give her a thumbs up- a way to congratulate her for the job on these.

Funnily enough, the assassin seemed pretty casual even when asked about preferring the discretion over a position of power; leaning back against the chair and letting her wings flap a few times.

◸Hmh...I'm not interested in fame, or money...or having responsibilities. I'm an assassin because I like the rush I get from killing and torturing, but that's all that matters.◿

...and Roman wanted to become an Overlord. She would've helped him get there, but he was gone now- it didn't matter anymore.

"Hmmm, a woman with hobbies then? It's been too long since I've done a nice little torture. Despite living in a place full of monsters, nobody is really deserving of one."

The talk of torture methods makes Remilia feel nostalgic about her days in the outside world. Back when she was a vampire who controlled territory, and made use of torture methods against other vampires and even humans to assert her power.

Now that time is long gone, and Gensokyo is mostly peaceful which has left her a lot of time to just relax. Even if it is a bit boring sometimes.

"Although something does confuse me. It seems that Hell is a constant battle for dominance over one another, and you seem to have the means to climb your way to the top. Why stay in the shadows as an assassin?"

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While Remilia picked one of the cupcakes, Neo would try the tea first- blowing over the surface a little before finally taking a sip.

She had to admit...it tasted pretty good.

Now that she could take one of the cupcakes, the assassin would be very careful to not get her gloved hands touched by the sweet directly, just using the wrapper to not dirty her hands, even if they were covered.

Good thing about telepathy? She could keep using her mouth to eat while replying.

◸Actually...my targets tend to be against big losers, so hunting them is usually not as entertaining as it could be. It's been a while since I've found myself with some challenge...which is sad.◿

Perhaps it was the fact she was pretty much created to hunt Sinners en masse that she was so used to face the majority of them by now.

She tried to think, though, taking a small breath while calmly taking small bites off her cupcake...and trying very hard to ignore the curious demons around them, albeit squinting one eye.

◸I do have a liking for torturing demons that owe me money, or those who are simply completely despicable...if you asked me which torture method is my fave, I would say it's the Judas Cradle.◿

"Suit yourself then!" Remilia takes a red velvet cupcake and begins to peel back the wrapper.

"So, do you have any juicy assassination stories? Anything messy or fun? I'd imagine that murdering sinners would be a lot more exciting than a regular human." As the two chat, a couple of sinners in the street set their gaze upon Sakuya with jaws agape in awe and confusion, one taking our their phone to snap a picture.

The maid shoots a hard glare at them, but Remilia holds out her hand in a 'stop' motion, causing Sakuya to turn her attention back to guarding the two women.

"Oh, and speaking of messy and exciting, do make sure to leave the details in." Remilia takes a small bite of her cupcake while eagerly waiting for Neo's answer.

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Her good sense of smell was making it hard for the mute to not attack the cupcakes right away, but she took a small breath and wrinkled her nose while the tea was served; the scent of blood easily recognizable even before the maid served it inside the cup, perhaps because Sakuya came here with some blood on her or...

Her mismatched hues were fixated on the small glass tube at first, and for a second, her tongue passed by her lips to wet them, which were starting to grow dry in anticipation.

However, once she was asked more directly, the assassin cleared her throat and was quick to shake her head once. Out of her small trance.

◸No, thanks. I think I will balance by adding even more sugar to the tea.◿ Could it be a guilty pleasure? Perhaps, but only because since her body has gotten this corrupted by staying here and sinning, she's been developing instincts that have been more difficult to control...and she hated losing control of herself.

With Sakuya having just finished setting up the table, Remilia too takes a seat right in front of Neo and waits to be served. The tea is piping hot, and the cupcakes are freshly stacked on top of a rotating tray. Sakuya did everything her master asked of her, with a small blood stain on her apron to show for her efforts.

One cup is filled and handed to Neo, then another for her mistress. Before handing it to her, Sakuya brings out a glass tube filled with a red substance.

"Would you care for some blood, my lady?" With the question in mind, Remilia looks at Neo for a moment then back to Sakuya.

"Just a few drops. I don't want to get too full before dinner." The maid obliges by putting three drops into the drink as well as a few more sugary additives. While she stirs it, Remilia looks back at Neo and delivers a grin that shows off her fangs. The finished drink is placed in front of Remilia.

"Oh, where are my manners. How about you, Neo? Would you care for some blood in your tea? I'm more than willing to share." She asks before bringing up her cup to take a sip.

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Many could see it as cruel, but for others, it could be mercy if you counted with that Sinners ended here to be tortured forever. Their eternal damnation in Hell...while a true death would save them from that.

But, it was sadly true that many of the Sinners were just unfortunate bastards that weren't evil deep inside. Poor souls...

Neo couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and smile rather smugly at Remilia's comment, however; a hand resting on her hip just before they stood in front of the table.

◸The bloodlust and my disrespect for authoritarian figures in the long run were a thorn in their side.◿

She added, while playfully moving her three tails at the same time, just right before the maid would come back- could the vampire just summon her with her voice or something?

Efficient.

Without rejecting the offer to sit, the mute would do that, before crossing her legs in lady-like fashion and crossing her arms over the surface of the table.

Killing sinners forever? So she's always been in the murder business it seems. To think that Christian heaven could be so cruel. How amusingly vile it is that they chose not to hide it after death.

◸Hmmm, too intense for even the mass murdering angels?◿ She passes by Neo, giving her a subtle look. "I've always liked a bit of intensity in women. They keep things interesting." After walking past her, Remilia spots a table with two seats. How perfect.

"Sakuya! Are you done yet?" As soon as she calls, Sakuya appears with a full tray of tea and cupcakes, just as her master had ordered. She immediately begins to set the table with a tablecloth and placing cushions on the two seats.

Remilia turns towards Neo.

"Come now. Let's rest our legs and have some tea."

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Ah, she still remembers the first months in the barracks.

There were two twins that hated her specially. They were the kind of popular bitches that acted differently when the Lieutenant or Adam weren't around. Those kinds of people that started the pranks for the new girls and that the rest seemed to fear a bit.

She still remembers the first week, they destroyed her uniform and she had to attend the trainings in her pajamas. Embarrassed in front of everyone, and the fault of not dressing up according to the rules fell onto her.

Almost no one stopped to listen to her first, because she had no voice. Everyone always had the time to be faster than her and come up with an excuse because they could speak.

Then in the public dining room.

At first, she stood uncertainly with her food tray, looking around the room for a welcoming group or a friendly face who might gesture for her to join them, but no one did. Each time she moved to take an empty seat, she was told, “Oh, we’re saving that.” The other girls ignored her like she wasn’t even there—until she eventually found an empty table and sat by herself. Then she became the center of attention, as people snuck looks at her, their expressions an array of amusement, malice, and pity.

Somehow Neo always ended up alone, even in a crowd.

Granted, she wasn’t much of a conversationalist, but she was a great listener. So she listened. She forced down the tasteless food while really feasting on gossip about her fellow Exorcists. She heard about how one of them still slept with her stuffed cat and wet her bed every night and how another had an older boyfriend in Halo City. There was another that was the girl who cried herself to sleep every night, and Neo wasn’t the only one who hated her.

There were two that were supposedly a thing again (yay?), the third time they had broken up and gotten back together again this month. They were so romantic and cute together, but would they ever last?

She didn't fit even when she tried to not close herself to the rest. But she learnt how to listen and withhold interesting information.

One night, there was another that tried to cut her hair while she was asleep, but she's such a light sleeper, that it didn't take Neo long to wake up and react by mere reflex. Taking the scissors the other carried, and slashing half of her face.

For being a bitch.

...she really received a correctional beating for that one. But well, they started calling the other girl 'Scarface' for a time until she healed, so it was funny while it lasted.

It was almost nostalgic to think about it, but, on the other hand, it was sad.

She always had that seed of rebellion in her, but was she really that bad? Or did her circumstances just make her worse?

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˜”*°•.˜”*°• Me, Myself and I •°*”˜.•°*”˜

She went out to train. Isolated, and for the moment? All alone in a hole that no other demons had interest to go to.

She sold her soul so no one else could have it. She sold her soul for protection, but not in exchange for nothing.

'I don't want a power that will be a simple renting of what you already have.'

She said back in the day to Lucifer, with whom she negotiated.

'I want something that will feel like myself. Powers that will be the manifestation of my very soul.'

And that's what she got.

She was an illusionist. Her powers were born from her imagination and her loneliness. The power to create her own fantasies- the one to fabricate lies.

She was face to face with a mirror, that beautiful reflecting surface that, until not long ago, was the root of her torment -and at the same time a blessing- because of her mind and the hallucinations she suffered from.

She would start with something easy.

[Maniac - Cover by DIAMANTE]

✨ Just a steel town girl on a Saturday night Lookin' for the fight of her life In the real-time world no one sees her at all They all say she's crazy ~♪ ✨

Neo has always had hidden talent. She learnt fast. She had a good memory. Attentive to detail. Her height had proven to be an advantage to go unnoticed, and her silence, even if a disadvantage in the day to day, turned out to be another kind of weapon.

Once she stood in place and intently gazed at her own reflection, in front of her, the fallen angel would smile for herself, and not long after blinking once, her body got covered from bottom to top by a pink glow and small pieces of broken glass.

After being fully covered, the appearances she could see in the mirror weren't herself. They shifted through various people she's seen around enough.

Lute, Alastor, Vaggie, Lucifer...the Princess of Hell herself.

She stopped to look at herself while still wearing the appearance of this last one, smiling in a very playful and sadistic manner, very Neo.

Definitely not something that fit Charlie too much.

She shifted through a few more appearances. People from the hotel. People she met in the last weeks...who she was in the past before she was abandoned here.

After letting a soft sigh escape her lips, she went back to be herself and let both of her hands rest against her hips. That was easy. Changing felt almost natural to her. The sensation was really close to when she tried to modify her dreams, but now this was part of reality, and even with that, still a simple illusion.

She tilted her head to look to the side, and there she was, her other self standing with her, resting on the assassin's shoulder a bit. That side of her conscience that would've been making her company for many years. That who would've appeared to her in the mirror, and that now could have a physical form thanks to her new powers.

Neo and Neo. Her and herself.

She let herself fall against the arms of her other self and this one caught her, before the both of them would start to dance in synchronization to the music that the mute left playing in the background.

As she moved around the basement that was practically empty, the mute let her powers manifest to decorate the room with more illusions.

Lights, colors, perfect and clean walls and a floor completely covered by an elegant rug. In the center of the room, a large and long table, filled with teacups, dishes...tea, cookies and other sweets, and empty chairs.

But she didn't stop her dance, she continued, now around the table before her other self held her by the lower side of her back; the original one flexing herself rather dramatically after.

That unmistakable pink glow kept spreading through the basement, giving life to those lies who would soon materialize in the form of the people she's been turning into a minute ago.

Around the table, they sat down, each of them with their own personalities and their own voice. At first glance, as if they had their own conscience.

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She wanted to see how many she could create at the same time. How many people and how many clones she could make until she was really exhausted. Testing her limits and pushing herself to the hardest limit she could give herself.

Her heart was beating as she moved around the basement with grace, dodging every new decoration that her imagination materialized, but never stopping the dance with herself.

The table was full, the voices almost drowned the music. One, two, three, four...she could count up to twenty people. And she was sweating. Maybe mental fatigue, worse than those physical trainings that she was so used to.

Once she twirled around the table a few times, she stopped in front of the chairs on one of the ends of this one, letting her other self hug her from behind and let her chin rest against her shoulder.

After one of her gloved hands moved up to caress the side of her clone's face, Neo let out a soft chuckle and felt her throat closing, before she stomped on the floor with one of her paws and let her powers manifest a bunch of Jabberwalkers.

One, two, three...she could count up to six.

Twenty people, six of her own monsters. And this was only making a small effort. Like running around the racing track three or four times.

After observing her own tea party, her other self stopped hugging her so she could go, and, with a small hop, Neo got on top of the table and started to dodge with skill all those little things that decorated the surface.

The Mad Hatter was condemned to an eternal tea party for 'killing Time' in a concert for the Queen of Hearts. Neo would enjoy her eternal tea party for being condemned for 'killing the Time' of her superiors years ago.

Once she got to the center of the table, the assassin manifested her weapon in hand, and after looking at all her 'guests' for a moment, she made all of them change their appearance so they would look like herself.

To who she was now.

Obediently, the twenty copies stood up, and a second after, the real Neo started to rush towards the clones with all her strength, one after the other, swinging the parasol with mastery as if it was some kind of club, but from time to time, also elegantly and with a hand behind her back.

Maybe another person would've been incapable of 'killing themselves' from beating themselves to death. Twenty times. With reactions as normal as if they would've been real.

Her illusions could take a beating. Now laying on the floor, bloodied in their own golden blood after having endured the original's beating, and not long after, Neo started to kill them for good, unsheathing the hidden blade of her parasol to do so.

Every time she impaled one of them with her sword, these finally disappeared the same way they appeared at first- broken in a million pieces of pink glass until they disappeared completely, as if the wind had blown away the dust left behind.

Engrossed in her own illusion, the fallen angel would end up with cleaning the whole room with her murders, letting herself fall on her knees on the floor before she started laughing.

The moment that another drop of exhaustion slipped from her forehead to one of her cheeks, the mute snapped her fingers and everything around her started to disappear.

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No more decorations, or lights, not even her monsters or the eternal tea party. Not even her other self.

Only Neo and the lies that she was now capable of fabricating.

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“Whisky and a smoke, gotta say, I like the way you relax.”

◸I could've said that if I was still in Heaven, I would've shared. But that would be a lie. And lying is baaaad.◿

Oh, woah! Telepathy! At least she can mock while having her mental voice have a shitty British accent.

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Sometimes a bitch just wants to relax.

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Of course she got her attention by revealing she was an angel, or well, still is, in some capacity. It actually had Neo's smile widening slightly, even if she would let her parasol hang from one of her arms so she could put her hands together for a moment.

◸Lucifer was once a high ranked angel indeed.◿ And she wasn't anything close to him, but she was prideful enough to not say how inferior she was.

Instead, she hummed softly and let her wings open a little, before taking the first steps inside the park they were originally heading to.

◸We Exterminators are created to come down to Hell in order to kill Sinners forever. It happened once a year. I was simply too intense even for them...I haven't exactly been a good girl since I was abandoned here either.◿

Only 253? So young, Remilia thinks. It makes her chuckle a bit to think that this woman is only about Sakuya's age. Although when Neo mentions that she's actually not a human, it piques Remilia's curiosity. She decides to respond with telepathy just in case this information is confidential.

◸An angel, you say?◿ The vampire's pupils dilate briefly upon receiving this new information. She knew that something good was going to come out of this trip, but another person with angel's blood? Remilia simply can't let this woman slip from her fingers, so she inquires more.

◸I've known from myths that Lucifer himself was once a high ranking angel, but I've never heard of these 'Exterminators'. What is that, exactly?◿ Has Charlie been hiding something from her?

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...she was over 500 years old?...

Well, Neo was used to find herself surrounded by old people, but suddenly, she felt a little small around the other, being younger and everything.

Although, as she got distracted thinking about it, she was grateful Remilia reacted as quickly as she did earlier, saving them from getting dirty.

◸I see...I am actually only 253 years old.◿ Compared to Sinners, that was already quite a bit, though. Not every Sinner managed to survive for long, with the Exterminations and everything.

◸But I'm no human.◿ Not that she knew of...she had no idea she was created using a human soul as a base. ◸I was actually from Heaven. I'm a fallen angel. An ex-Exterminator, to be more precise...but I feel you may not know what that is.◿

The guts flying their way catches the vampire's attention, but she doesn't react as Neo seems to already have them both covered. Remilia also avoids the corpse threatening to trip them.

"Of course I was human. Vampires don't just appear out of thin air, silly. But that was a long time ago. More than 500 years now." In front of them on the street is an oncoming automobile, with a puddle of blood right at the side ready to splash them. Remilia reacts fast and opens her own parasol to protect the two women getting soaked.

"And what about you, dear? Were you once a human as well? Or are you one of Hell's natives? It can be so difficult to tell you lot apart."

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There was a park not far from here, so Neo had the idea of having them walk there. Although, perhaps closing the parasol wasn't exactly a good idea.

As they walked, the assassin would react by reflex, opening her own parasol to stop some guts from falling directly into them, before swinging it a little to clean it, and then closing it again before dodging a corpse on the floor.

So, the other was a vampire...no wonder she was so calm and even happy while walking around here.

◸Weren't you a human before? Or were you born a vampire?◿

She may be the first vampire she meets, so the mute had no idea how vampires exactly worked. Aside of having read some books on them, but those didn't count.

Right, maybe it was a bit stupid to as if there was a 'nice' place to sit in 'Hell'. As much as Remilia likes this place, one of the obvious faults is that there aren't many ideal places rest.

Regardless, Remilia opts to close her parasol and follow the fallen angel to wherever she's taking her. After a few moments, Remilia flaps her wings to get closer.

"I understand this place isn't meant to be pleasant for the human souls that come here, but for a vampire like me it's actually quite comfortable. The dreary air, the screams, the violence, and the lack of shame. It's all so, invigorating."

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Gensokyo...it was the first time the assassin heard of such a name, but she was going to make sure she kept it in mind.

That aside, the woman crossed her arms while the vampire pretty much gave a list for her maid to get all those things. Maybe even if they were new, it wouldn't be surprising to realize they were open to use violence in order to get what they wanted.

...sweet.

With the lack of police or minor rules here, it felt like they would be able to survive just fine, but that also made the fallen angel a bit more wary about who she was dealing with.

She would never judge a book by its cover, after all.

Instead of replying with telepathy, though, she rolled her eyes and her expression soured a bit, not directed to Remilia, but to the surroundings once she gestured around with one of her hands.

There wasn't really a 'nice' place to sit, but with how Neo nudged her head in one direction, it felt like she had at least an idea or two of where to go.

"Then it's settled then- Oh dear. We didn't bring our tea set when we left Gensoyko, did we? Well that only leaves one option, Sakuya." Remilia's servant hands her master the parasol and brings out a pen and notebook, ready to hear the vampire's request.

"Find an exquisite tea set somewhere here in Hell, and prepare some chamomile. Once you've got that covered, prepare us some red velvet and chocolate cupcakes. Do not buy them, I will know if you do. Just find a nice kitchen and prepare them there. Don't forget to bring sugar, cream, and honey. Oh, and don't worry about paying for all the stuff. You can use whatever methods you deem necessary. Just make sure the tools you use are quality and more importantly, washed."

Sakuya's blank expression does not change once as Remilia makes this long-winded request. She simply notes it all down and once Remilia is done, she bows and suddenly disappears.

"Well, while my servant is gathering our treats, why don't we find somewhere nice to sit? Any ideas?"

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She raised an eyebrow at first, but soon enough, her own smile was growing.

She had no idea where these two came from, but if anything, Neo was as curious as the vampire was about her, probably.

So to her surprise, the mutual telepathy even made her swing her three tails at the same time; a hand moving up to cover her lips a bit while she laughed softly.

◸I can't promise anything, but I accept that offer of tea and cakes- it's not every day I find someone outside of Cannibal Town that would spend their time having some tea with a complete stranger.◿

Hearing the voice in her head speak to her causes a wide smile to draw across Remilia's face.

"Oh, I like her." She says to her servant before turning her attention back to Neo. Since Neo was using what Remilia could only assume was telepathy, she would do the same.

◸I suppose we all have our secrets, but perhaps I could persuade you to tell me more over some tea and cakes?◿ Remilia would definitely like to get to know this woman better, as she loves meeting new and interesting people.

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The mute observed as the other two bowed to her; one of her hands moving up to salute with an imaginary hat.

Obviously, she didn't really need to be a genius to notice that these people were new to Hell, so she couldn't help but smirk a little, hesitant about getting into detail.

◸I have my little secrets. And I may only kill Sinners, but I can assure you that I kill them for good.◿

Remilia would hear a voice echoing inside her mind. Unfortunately, Neo could only do this with one person at a time, so it was the vampire only 'hearing' her mental voice.

It was feminine, and with a British accent, but it was obvious it was the fallen angel's.

Sakuya takes the card and hands it to her master, who curiously looks over the information. She clicks her tongue and hands it back to Sakuya, who places it in her apron pocket.

"Neo, then? Well you may call me Remilia Scarlet." She bows with a curtsy, then turns her attention towards her maid. "And don't think I didn't notice my darling servant caught your eye, this is Sakuya." Sakuya also performs a curtsy towards the fallen angel.

"You say you are an assassin, and yet... From what I understand the people here are immortal, so how would one go about making their profession killing them?" There's a certain scent this woman has to her. It's not like the other sinners but it smells a bit familiar, almost divine.

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"You look like a refined woman who enjoys a nice tea party. Quite exquisite taste in fashion as well. It's so difficult to find someone polished in a place like this." Remilia is currently on visit to Hell, but has decided to abandon her royal chaperone for a bit and explore with her human servant guarding her.

"You've sparked my curiosity, would you mind telling me your name?"

One of Neo's ears twitched when hearing the voice of the vampire. At first, she didn't know if she was referring to her, but all in all, she was the only one with some class around this neighborhood.

Cannibal Town was another story.

The small fallen angel raised an eyebrow once facing Remilia better, eyeing the other from top to bottom, and letting her wings flap a few times, specially as she took notice of...the...human? That accompanied her.

This felt so out of place for some reason...

After narrowing her eyes a little, she then smiled, and let out a soft hum before offering the vampire a business card that now rested between index and middle fingers.

In this one, 'Neo' could be read. And just right under her name, 'Assassin', her profession. If the vampire was to turn it around, she would also find her phone number...or at least one phone number, and the address.

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˜”*°•.˜”*°• Me, Myself and I •°*”˜.•°*”˜

She went out to train. Isolated, and for the moment? All alone in a hole that no other demons had interest to go to.

She sold her soul so no one else could have it. She sold her soul for protection, but not in exchange for nothing.

'I don't want a power that will be a simple renting of what you already have.'

She said back in the day to Lucifer, with whom she negotiated.

'I want something that will feel like myself. Powers that will be the manifestation of my very soul.'

And that's what she got.

She was an illusionist. Her powers were born from her imagination and her loneliness. The power to create her own fantasies- the one to fabricate lies.

She was face to face with a mirror, that beautiful reflecting surface that, until not long ago, was the root of her torment -and at the same time a blessing- because of her mind and the hallucinations she suffered from.

She would start with something easy.

[Maniac - Cover by DIAMANTE]

✨ Just a steel town girl on a Saturday night Lookin' for the fight of her life In the real-time world no one sees her at all They all say she's crazy ~♪ ✨

Neo has always had hidden talent. She learnt fast. She had a good memory. Attentive to detail. Her height had proven to be an advantage to go unnoticed, and her silence, even if a disadvantage in the day to day, turned out to be another kind of weapon.

Once she stood in place and intently gazed at her own reflection, in front of her, the fallen angel would smile for herself, and not long after blinking once, her body got covered from bottom to top by a pink glow and small pieces of broken glass.

After being fully covered, the appearances she could see in the mirror weren't herself. They shifted through various people she's seen around enough.

Lute, Alastor, Vaggie, Lucifer...the Princess of Hell herself.

She stopped to look at herself while still wearing the appearance of this last one, smiling in a very playful and sadistic manner, very Neo.

Definitely not something that fit Charlie too much.

She shifted through a few more appearances. People from the hotel. People she met in the last weeks...who she was in the past before she was abandoned here.

After letting a soft sigh escape her lips, she went back to be herself and let both of her hands rest against her hips. That was easy. Changing felt almost natural to her. The sensation was really close to when she tried to modify her dreams, but now this was part of reality, and even with that, still a simple illusion.

She tilted her head to look to the side, and there she was, her other self standing with her, resting on the assassin's shoulder a bit. That side of her conscience that would've been making her company for many years. That who would've appeared to her in the mirror, and that now could have a physical form thanks to her new powers.

Neo and Neo. Her and herself.

She let herself fall against the arms of her other self and this one caught her, before the both of them would start to dance in synchronization to the music that the mute left playing in the background.

As she moved around the basement that was practically empty, the mute let her powers manifest to decorate the room with more illusions.

Lights, colors, perfect and clean walls and a floor completely covered by an elegant rug. In the center of the room, a large and long table, filled with teacups, dishes...tea, cookies and other sweets, and empty chairs.

But she didn't stop her dance, she continued, now around the table before her other self held her by the lower side of her back; the original one flexing herself rather dramatically after.

That unmistakable pink glow kept spreading through the basement, giving life to those lies who would soon materialize in the form of the people she's been turning into a minute ago.

Around the table, they sat down, each of them with their own personalities and their own voice. At first glance, as if they had their own conscience.

L̸̤̚i̸̝͠e̷̝͑s̵̪̃.̶̯͛

She wanted to see how many she could create at the same time. How many people and how many clones she could make until she was really exhausted. Testing her limits and pushing herself to the hardest limit she could give herself.

Her heart was beating as she moved around the basement with grace, dodging every new decoration that her imagination materialized, but never stopping the dance with herself.

The table was full, the voices almost drowned the music. One, two, three, four...she could count up to twenty people. And she was sweating. Maybe mental fatigue, worse than those physical trainings that she was so used to.

Once she twirled around the table a few times, she stopped in front of the chairs on one of the ends of this one, letting her other self hug her from behind and let her chin rest against her shoulder.

After one of her gloved hands moved up to caress the side of her clone's face, Neo let out a soft chuckle and felt her throat closing, before she stomped on the floor with one of her paws and let her powers manifest a bunch of Jabberwalkers.

One, two, three...she could count up to six.

Twenty people, six of her own monsters. And this was only making a small effort. Like running around the racing track three or four times.

After observing her own tea party, her other self stopped hugging her so she could go, and, with a small hop, Neo got on top of the table and started to dodge with skill all those little things that decorated the surface.

The Mad Hatter was condemned to an eternal tea party for 'killing Time' in a concert for the Queen of Hearts. Neo would enjoy her eternal tea party for being condemned for 'killing the Time' of her superiors years ago.

Once she got to the center of the table, the assassin manifested her weapon in hand, and after looking at all her 'guests' for a moment, she made all of them change their appearance so they would look like herself.

To who she was now.

Obediently, the twenty copies stood up, and a second after, the real Neo started to rush towards the clones with all her strength, one after the other, swinging the parasol with mastery as if it was some kind of club, but from time to time, also elegantly and with a hand behind her back.

Maybe another person would've been incapable of 'killing themselves' from beating themselves to death. Twenty times. With reactions as normal as if they would've been real.

Her illusions could take a beating. Now laying on the floor, bloodied in their own golden blood after having endured the original's beating, and not long after, Neo started to kill them for good, unsheathing the hidden blade of her parasol to do so.

Every time she impaled one of them with her sword, these finally disappeared the same way they appeared at first- broken in a million pieces of pink glass until they disappeared completely, as if the wind had blown away the dust left behind.

Engrossed in her own illusion, the fallen angel would end up with cleaning the whole room with her murders, letting herself fall on her knees on the floor before she started laughing.

The moment that another drop of exhaustion slipped from her forehead to one of her cheeks, the mute snapped her fingers and everything around her started to disappear.

L̸̤̚i̸̝͠e̷̝͑s̵̪̃.̶̯͛

No more decorations, or lights, not even her monsters or the eternal tea party. Not even her other self.

Only Neo and the lies that she was now capable of fabricating.

[silentbutsadistic]

“Listen up, short shit. When I say we’re done in Hell. I mean we’re done in hell! Next time you decide that your ears don’t work along with your voice, I’m leaving your scrawny ass down there to deal with the rest by yourself. Got it?”

(HC: Neo often gets lost in the sauce during execution day and neglects orders to leave)

For the time that Neo was an Exorcist, she was pretty much this meme: