#Observer just joined the game and immediately got the fucking rare ones out of pure mouse clicking skills
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Player 1: Dude, why are [WEAPONS] so hard to get!? It's insane!
Player 2: Honestly? It says it's rare but it only appears like, one out of two hundred, right Krotis?
Hollow Julieta, who went to a server that was giving it away for free: Hm? I got it for free. I have 16 of it, would you like one?
Observer Mirabel: HOLLOW PLEASE JUST GRAB MY [RARE MATERIALS] ALREADY I DON'T WANT IT-
Hollow Julieta: Observer you literally have 232 of the materials WHY DO YOU NOT WANT IT
Observer Mirabel: IT'S FUCKING USELESS FOR ME
Player 1:
Player 2:
#encanto au#random thought i had lmao#hollow julieta au#Hollow was in a game and went to a multiplayer server#she got like so many rare and expensive items for like 50k and she had like 89k coins she deems USELESS.#Trader: Hey want this sword? I don't need it anymore (Actually knows she's new and wants to give her a reward)#Hollow Julieta confused: Sure?#She has been deemed professional from the Gaming AUs when she actually just wants to have fun and take a break lol#mirabel madrigal#observer mirabel au#mirabel au#julieta madrigal#Observer just joined the game and immediately got the fucking rare ones out of pure mouse clicking skills
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Fallen Angel (Venable X reader) Part 4
So, I went back and read the past instalments of this series and oh my I enjoyed it. I swear I enjoy my Venable stories the most out of any of mine ever. Also realised I left out details that I need to include in my sequel and some I need to add to this one so... I fixed the minor problems and might have fixed another. I mean no one is analysing this but I like to have details correct. The only issues I saw was that I mentioned in part one was the character used to wear glasses so I have to add that to the sequel and that I said that the character was an inch shorter than Michael (in my head Michael’s about 5′10) but I forgot to mention like in the sequel the character wears four inch platformed boots (similar to the ones that all the cool goths wear) I added that in to this part but it might be forced. Oh well.
I hope this chapter isn’t two jumpy.
Prequel Link: The Angel Among Us (Cordelia x reader) Plot: The event’s leading up to Y/N joining Michael and the Cooperative.
Summary/idea: Two strangers come to ‘save’ the occupants of outpost 3. Neither are what they seem.
Warnings: N/A
Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 , Part 4, Part 5 (Will add as I go)
“When was the last time you took a break? Had some fun?” You splayed yourself out on the chair in front of her desk, one of your legs flung over the armrest. The fabric of your skirt flowed perfectly down the gap between your legs. The material outlining where your frame ends giving Venable a rough idea of your body's frame while unfortunately still being clothed. Her eyes stared at you with an unquenchable level of thirst. She cursed you for wearing that long skirt.
“I have fun-”
“I bet you do.” You rose from your chair, your skirt elegantly falling back into place without the need of adjustment. You prowled closer, eyes drifting around the room, refusing to give Venable the attention she deserved. “Torturing the residence.” Your hand swept against the surface of Venable’s desk. “I had to stop myself from laughing when I heard about your little ‘incident’ with Stu.” You turned to her, smirking. “So clever, I would never have thought of something like that.” You were so close to her; she was forced to look up at you. She didn’t feel the urge to stand or push her chair back, that would show weakness (and standing wouldn’t help since you were taller) but not only that, she didn’t want to. “But have you ever thought about your wants? Needs? Desires?”
“What are-” Your close proximity froze her in place as if your coldness had spread to her. She memorised all your details, the alluring smile that tugged her closer to your presence without having to move. She found your temptress ways magnetic.
“Come on V,” you purred. You elegantly found your place on her lap. When had you gotten there? Her hands were clenched tight around the armrests of her desk chair in an attempt to ground herself. Her mind was in heaven, but her body remained on earth.
“-It’s Ms Venable to you.” She stuttered. You chuckled, it was deeper than your normal, forced high pitch voice. This was natural. You were yourself? Must be an act, Venable would have thought if she hadn’t already fallen for it. You leant against the edge of her desk, peering down at her.
“Are you sure about that?” She couldn’t speak so she nodded. You chuckled. “Alright, Ms Venable. Is there anything I can do for you?” Your hand found its way to the waist of her skirt, pulling it away from her body to only to play with the fabric.
“Y-Yes, you can-”
BANG. BANG. BANG.
FOR FUCK’S SAKE.
Venable’s eyes flew open. She huffed before easing herself out of bed. The knocking continued, Venable yelled out that she heard the first time. Who dare disturb her slumber? Mead stood at the door; the woman apologised before informing her of two purples breaking the copulation rule. Those two purples were going to pay for interrupting her dream.
She found the two in the chamber they use to clean the exposed and execute the ill-behaved. The two purples, Timothy and Emily stood their ground, confronted Venable about her made-up rules. She pulled Mead to the side and requested for her to make it as painful for the pair as possible. Mead happily agreed. Venable exited heading back to her bedroom to relieve some stress.
Disturbed once that night was enough. Twice that night when trying to make up from the tension build for the first time was ridiculous. She didn’t expect to find a shot Mead expelling white fluid from her wound nor the damaged circuitry. The woman wasn’t even human. Her closest resident/worker was a robot, that’s got to be some cosmic joke. She’d spent a large amount of years working for those dim-whits at Kineros Robotics but for god’s sake she has HR not a robot scientist.
She did the best job she could, “I think there’s a damaged cable and I can’t tell what it’s connected to-” she sighed. Weren’t you working on the generator, you’d have to have some experience in order to do that right, or at least have a better clue than her? “Stay here, I’m going to get some help.”
You weren’t in your room, Michael’s office or her own. She checked your secret getaway. The lights in the main room were already on. She closed the door behind her before calling your name. She didn’t gain a response forcing her to continue the game of hide and seek.
She found you in the generator room tinkering with the machine. You had stripped down to your undergarments to avoid getting oil on your clothes. Venable’s eyes widened, her cheeks tinting to a shade of red as she didn’t expect you to be lacking clothing.
“You work in the nude?” You jumped at the sound of her voice. “You’re barely covered, you might as well not wear the additional fabric. It hides your best features.”
“If I knew you were stopping by, I would have worn less.” You wipe your hands on a rag. You thought about what she said, “Wait- how do you know they’re my best features if you haven’t seen them?”
“You could always prove me wrong.”
You smirked. “That’s not why you're here.”
“I need your assistance and not in that way.” Unfortunately.
“Can I go like this?”
“And risk someone else seeing you like that? Get dressed, I’ll fill you in on your task on the way.” Once dressed, Venable walked you to her room, filling you in on the night's events. “I thought you’d ask more questions.”
“It’s not surprising.”
The damage wasn’t too bad, nothing that could be fixed by soldering the metal together. Venable observed the whole process. You checked in with Mead as you worked as she was sentient and most likely felt pain. You extracted the bullet placing it into an empty candle holder. You hid that of view as you fused the broken cable. When the bullet was seen again it was a mouldable putty constancy that you covered and blended over the entrance wound to stop anything from getting inside. The only problem was you couldn’t cover up the patch she was shot, a silver ‘wound’ would remain.
“If you experience any problems” you said to Mead. “-or you notice any problems,” that to Venable. “Notify me immediately.” You pick up your gear and back them away. “Night Ms Mead, Ms Venable.” You exited before Venable could say goodnight back. You called her Ms Venable, that’s odd. As much as the woman would have loved to join you back in your secret getaway, she had to stay and catch up with Mead.
You hadn't been spotted wandering about in two days causing Venable to grow nervous. She scoured every corner of the fallout shelter three times before she found you curled up on your bed in the least amount of clothes you could wear in winter. You hadn't bothered to climb under the covers, nor undo your hair from the style it was done up in. Your clothes tossed to the floor; an outfit she hadn't seen you wear before. She was unsure where you obtained your clothing but put it down to you having put it aside until you came here.
Venable ventured closer to your bed, moving as silently as she could with her cane. She stilled when she reached the closer side to the door (saving her the unnecessary effort of walking further than needed). Your back was fully exposed to her, the faint markings of a white tattoo gone wrong, resembling more of a removal of a piece than a work done itself. It left your skin with a scarred embossing in the shape of wings.
She reached out to run her fingers over the scarification. Were the markings an attempt of beauty gone wrong? Intentional? Or a memory of a time you’d tried to forget? She was surprised she hadn’t noticed it when she last saw you lacking coverage. She hadn’t had long to take in your physical body before you noticed her presence.
You stirred causing the red head to stiffen. Her gaze darted to you; afraid she’d awoken you. You mentioned you’d spend your days in your now shared secret location. You avoided answering how often you spend your days there. This could have been one of the potentially rare times you slept and she dared to disturbed you.
“Hmm~” You wiggled under her touch, moving into the warm hand. “It’s too early,” you mumbled in a soft but childlike voice. “Five more minutes.” Venable chuckled a deep, throaty laugh at your response. You felt over your body trying to find the woman’s hand. Once you wrapped your hand around hers you smiled sweetly.
“I missed your presence.” What did she just say?
“I haven’t been anywhere Dee.” Venable pulled away from your touch. ‘Dee?’ No that couldn’t be right. She must have misheard. She a hundred percent said ‘V’. Who would ‘Dee’ be anyway? “Baby?” You weren’t talking about her. No one called her baby.
“Dinner’s in an hour, if you aren’t dressed and there in an hour, I’ll send a grey to drag you there.” You tensed up, your mind realising your mistake. You spun around to stare at the outpost leader with a look of pure horror. She refused to acknowledge you as she left your room shutting the door behind her. You cursed under your breath.
The woman held herself together as she ventured down the corridor. She passed a few greys and two of the purples on her way to her quarters. Coco and Gallant knew something was up when they passed her, and she didn’t make a snarky comment.
For a moment you gave her hope, that someone was capable of showing interest in her. She was wrong. Tricked into having feelings for someone then- no, don’t think about it Wilhemina. She crumbled on her bed, allowing her emotions to get the better of her.
You got changed putting on a black blouse with ruffled sleeves and collar. The collar had a dark purple and red brooch in the centre appearing like a choker over top of your clothing. Paired with the same long black skirt and shoes. You felt ridiculous, not understanding Venable’s' thing for Victorian clothing (or a slightly modernised version of it).
You made an effort to show up to the dinner 15 minutes early. Five minutes you were expected to have taken you place at the table; Ms Mead requested a word. You moved off to the side, to ensure you had complete privacy.
“Ms Venable will not be attending dinner this evening.”
“...Okay~ Why does this concern me?”
“You're the highest ranked member present, you’ll take her place this evening.”
“What about Mickey?” He wasn’t there but you assumed he’d be considered the highest in rank in the outpost and have the rule offered to him.
“I was given explicit instructions from Ms Venable that you were to take her place in the unlikely chance she couldn’t attend.”
“Alright~” This had to be something to do with earlier. That’s why she wasn’t here. “I’ll be at the head of the table. Uh~ Can you tell the greys to place her dish aside? I’ll see it gets to her later- personally.” Mead nodded before leaving you to command the purples into a night of wonder. How hard could this be?
“Where’s Venable?”
“Are you our new outpost leader?”
“Are you here to announce who got in?” God, this was going to be a long night.
Venable couldn't wallow in her own self-pity all night. You showed her a room you used to escape, maybe she could use it two. You were bound to search for her, she'd only be delaying the inevitable.
Once there, she didn't know what to do with herself. She recalled what you’d said to her, “I’m not telling you what to do...it may be good for blackmail or getting to know your residents, guests or workers. Again, it’s down to you.” The cursor on the search button, who to search up? Start with someone simple… boring, to test the waters. Jumping to the guests would be too risky, Venable thought. It was your machine so she could search you up and who knows what Michael knows about this room. A resident would be fine, but who?
She typed in Coco’s full name into the search bar and pressed enter. She was easy enough to find, she had an Instagram page with 5k followers, not as much of an influencer as she claimed to be. The further she scrolled the more she sees the woman’s desperate attempt to become famous. The earliest photos from late 2018. She turned to the book you’d told her about to see if there was anything interesting in it when she caught a glance at the monitor to her right. She noticed the option to log in bold lettering. She doubted she’d find anything interesting, maybe a deleted photo where she thought she looked back or didn’t get a lot of likes. She clicked on it, the computer automatically filling in the details for her. You must have done some programming since then.
Venable now had access to all her deleted and archived photos. The left monitor gave her all the details to Coco’s account, especially when it was created, 2012 which means there are six years of photos missing. Venable scrolled through all the photos again, the occasional new photo with less likes than the rest.
She reached the photos from 2018. Things got more interesting. The whole layout of her. There were photos of her and a group of young women who all appeared to be having a fun time. Unlike the others these women were stereotypically beautiful, they were normal, everyday people, something her page lacked prior. She was curious as to why Coco suddenly changed her entire page. She recognised the grey the girl ordered around. In this photo they were pals. She kept scrolling down, slightly more interested than before.
She stopped on one with the caption, Hands down the best teachers ever. A group of women posed for a photo, the younger ones (including Mallory and Coco) from before messing around. There were multiple photos in that post, but it was the first that caught her eye. To the left of the women mucking around was two women, an older blonde woman and- you? Your arms loosely wrapped around the significantly shorter woman, holding her close to your person.
Your voice popped into her head and that out of place question with it, ‘Have you ever been in love?’ You had asked when you’d been brooding. ‘You aren’t missing out on much... I thought I was in love once. I wasn’t myself... We had a falling out. Conflicting morals.’
So, there she was, the ‘love’.
‘...-and Coco's assistant Mallory- I know all about her...I'm sure it was pure coincidence that Coco's family were on vacation at the time of the apocalypse and not some external sources doing.’
You knew them and you never mentioned it to her. You must have had a falling out with the lot of them- you mentioned moral differences, was Michael that? Or was it simply a parting of ways? None of them acted like they knew you; they couldn’t have forgotten you if what Coco’s caption stated, were one of the best teachers, how do you forget the best? There was more at work than you were letting on and she’d get to the bottom of it.
You were stunning as usual. You were a natural beauty even in the layers of clothing you drowned in. Golden wire framed glasses that perfectly framed your e/c eyes and made your face more adorable. From the height you were compared to Coco, Venable assumed you wore your staple platform boots that you’ve worn religiously since your first day. You’d told her that the only reason you hadn’t warned them was that day was because walking on rocky ground in four-inch platforms and spraining your ankle wasn’t the best introduction. Venable detested that you were naturally taller than her and then still decided to wear those ridiculous shoes. She guessed the world wouldn’t be able to handle you if you were short, it might explode from you being too cute. Venable chuckled, blushing as she thought about you. Wait-she’d meant to be angry, upset. She couldn’t be upset at you. She blamed that blonde who infected your mind.
The blonde you had your arms around looked familiar. Was she active in the public? Venable took a screen clipping of the woman before running it through the computer's search engine. An interview popped up along with a collection of articles about a school of witches in New Orleans. The blonde lady you were more than comfortable around was the head of the coven, the supreme as she called herself. Venable knew she wouldn’t like this woman. She was gorgeous and if she was as powerful as she claimed, she could understand why you would like her.
Meanwhile at the dinner, you had to listen to the purples complain about Venable for half an hour. Mead hadn’t stepped in which surprised you, maybe she expected you to say someone or order her to stop them.
“Alright, just because the woman isn’t here doesn’t give any of you the right to speak about her,” You projected your voice to the purple’s. “I thought you guys wouldn’t be dumb enough to speak about anyone negativity especially since she has the power to kill you all and no one will be stopping her this time,” the last bit directed to the young lovers who got their arse saved because Michael stopped them from getting killed. “The saying ‘the walls have ears’ exists for a reason. Did any of you notice that Mead or any of the workers were listening? One word of what you’ve said tonight gets back to your leader and you're done for. So, you best all apologise now.”
“She’s not even here-” Coco said.
“Do you want me to bring her here and have to explain why I am making you all apologise?” That would be worse off for all of them. The blonde ‘influencer’ shook her head. They all apologised. “Good. Now once you're done you can wash your dishes. The greys on dinner can take the rest of the night off.”
“What?”
“My orders were clear. What do you not understand?”
“You want us to work?”
“Yes, Gallant. Need I remind you the only reason you're a purple is because Vanderbilt was kind enough to persuade the woman you’ve all been insulting tonight to allow you to be a purple.” You settled back down in your spot. “Mallory you too can have the night off. I know Coco will end up making you do her work. During the next hour while they are working, you can use the hot water in my quarters to freshen up and relax if you like. I know the greys don’t have good showers.” Mallory thanked you.
“You have hot water?” Coco asked peeved that they had access to hot water this whole time and she didn’t know.
“Yes, and if your behaviour impresses me, I may allow you to use it two,” You said to Coco. “However, Mallory would you be kind enough to fetch me the last plate before you take your night off.” She nodded and left to retrieve the plate for you. You looked at all the purples in front of you. “What are you waiting for? Get to work.” Everyone stood up and tucked their chairs in. “Oh, Dinah, you don’t have to help, you didn’t do anything.” Once you had Venable’s plate you left to find the woman.
"V?" You called out into the darkness. Down the other end of the auditorium, you saw a small pinhead-sized light where the piano was. A low-pitched sound echoed through the auditorium. You crossed the floor to get to her. "I brought you your dinner."
"I'm not hungry." She pressed another key. Similar in sound to your tone death ears.
"Come on please eat. It's only one meal a day, I'm sure you're hungry." She shook her head then played another key. You gazed followed her left hand to the keyboard. You nudged her to move over on the bench to make enough room for you to squeeze on. She did it without complaint. She’s never been this deathly silent. You guessed you’d have to be the one to initiative the conversation. "Do you play?"
"I used to as a child. My mother forced me to play the instrument to show off to her friends,” She told you. She refused to look in your direction, not that you minded- at least she was talking. Venable avoided thinking back on her past. She was the only child of two not so loving parents. Venable learned from a young age to keep a good appearance. Her mother made the family to appear far wealthier than they were. Her mother’s circle always chatted about luxuries that they couldn’t afford- not to say they didn’t have them; they were in deep debt as a result. Her father- well Venable couldn’t remember much of the man; he was always out. She didn’t blame him, the moment she could she was gone too. Wilhelmina was deemed the family disappointment in her mother's eyes. Her back along with an assortment of other health issues she had as a child made her an easy target. As a result of her ‘shame’, she was forced to make up for her deformity through her grades but as always, they were never good enough. Her mother forced her into learning instruments, started with the piano, then moved onto the violin. If you could name it, she knew how to play it. Go to school, come home practice, do homework, sleep, repeat." She said. "I used to loathe the routine. I haven't played since I was a teen." Venable pressed another key. "I tried out your computer."
"-and?"
"You lied."
"About what?" She remained silent. "V, what did I lie about?"
"You don't care about me." Who could, she was unlovable.
"Why would you think that?"
"You said her- your ex's name- you still-"
"Mina- '' you try to take her hand, but she moved it away. "I do still- hold feelings for her but by no means am I not into you. I- love is crazy. I wasted years on a woman that couldn't see that I loved her, did that stop me? No. I waited. Far longer than I should have. I got the girl, but I don't think I ever rightfully had her. I was hyper fixated on my work, she on hers, it wasn't the right time. She's dead now. Killed by the man I work with. Do I still love her? Yes, but it's the idea of her I am. The reality was never really, truly mine."
"I don't get-" what you are saying?
"You won't get it. I don't even."
"Oh, god, my mother was right, I am unlovable."
"No. You are loveable." You pulled her so she was forced to face you. "Mina you are loveable."
"No one else would agree."
"Then they are wrong."
"Who do you know the others?"
"Who? What?"
"The Vanderbilt girl and her grey."
"How-is this relevant?"
"Answer the question."
"I can't- it won't make sense."
"Your ex was supposedly a witch, that's hard to believe."
"So am I." You guessed, it was more of an identity and you had to choose to identify as one, but the power wasn't a choice. If the witches counted Michael as a warlock then you could bend the imagination for you. Venable didn't believe you. "We'll, that's actually a human thing. But for your understanding, let's just say I am."
Now were belittling her? Human thing? Can’t you give it to her straight. She can take it.
"I knew you were full of nonsense but this-"
Nothing added up about you. You spoke about times that would have occurred before you were born. Now that she thought about it, you’ve never mentioned how old you were. You’ve spoken so little of yourself, she hadn’t the slightest clue of the person you were before.
"I'll prove it,” You said. “I'll … correct your spine."
This caused her to look at you properly for the first time since you joined her. "What?"
"Yeah,” You leapt up and faced her. She turned her body to face you. “It can't be too hard, I read about this sort of thing a couple years ago. I have my power back so it's safer to do."
“You would- why?”
“It will prove I’m not lying, and wouldn’t it be nice to relieve the pain it’s caused.” Venable teared up. “I’ll fix not only the physical pain but emotional- if you let me.” She considered it. No one had been able to fix it, the doctors- “Doctors are limited to their equipment Mina. I may not be a Doctor and you won’t ever need one again.” Who did you know what she was thinking?
“Okay.”
“Really?”
“I-I tr-ust y-you,” she choked the new words out. “What do I need to do?”
“First of all, relax, I hate to see you like this.” She took a deep breath. “Second, eat your dinner. Once done, go to your room and change into a dressing gown.”
“I don’t have a dressing gown.”
“Oh... I’ll get you one.” You said. “I’ll be at your room in an hour.” After your final words you headed into the generator room and shut the door behind you.
When Venable made it to her room, she found a black dress gown laid out on her bed. You hadn’t left the generator room, when did you place that there? Magic, she thought, forcing herself not to roll her eye at the concept. She locked the door behind her to ensure that she was not interrupted. No one ever busted in, but it still felt safer to do so, she didn’t want anyone to see her less than perfectly put together.
She imagined the gown to be yours, the fabric was a fine silk. The lightweight material wasn’t something she pictured you wearing but it was on her bed. The fabric was a good insulator and your cold body would have to retain heat somehow. The gown was smooth against her skin. The scent of honey engulfed her. A lovely scent but not yours. Yours was distinct and yet indistinguishable, yours melts her brain making determining the fragrance impossible. There was a hint of smokiness, but it was an underlying due to the potentness of the honey aroma.
With the remainder of her time, she didn’t know what to do. She rested down on her bed, pulling out the current book she was working through from her nightstand. She propped her cane against the table for easy accessibility. She didn’t know how long you would be or how long it would seem once she got started with her book. She tended to get engrossed the the novel having hours past that only seem like minutes.
Venable yawned, tried from her emotionally driven night. She didn’t understand how you managed to be upbeat all day, she assumed that would be just as tiring as being sad. Her eyes were heavy and after fighting through a few pages she decided to rest her eyes for a bit. She’d be woken up when you knock. You’d have to knock loud to get her to open the door.
The woman felt her hair fall on her face; she went to brush it off when she was beaten to it. The realisation that someone was in the room with her snapped her out of her slumber. Her eyes locked onto you leaning down looking at her fondly.
“Morning,” your voice was as sweet as the scent of the robe she was wearing.
“What? It’s morning?” She rasped out. Her throat had gotten dry during her sleep. You chuckled, turning to get a cup of water from the bed stand. You must have brought that with you.
“I’m only messing. It’s only been three hours.”
“You should have woken me.” How did you even get in?
“But you looked so peaceful,”
“I doubt that.”
“Also, it made it easier to work-”
“-You didn’t-”
“I didn’t touch you, in any way. I’m not a beginner,” You informed her. “Also, I would want you awake for that.” You had to turn it into an inappropriate comment. "So, how do you feel?" You helped her up.
"Did- did it work?"
"Why don't you take a look?" She looked at you. You gestured to her bedroom mirror. She grabbed her can on instinct. Slowly she unveiled her back to see no sign of her once curved spin. "You-"
"I did." You said. "It will take a few hours for you to gain your strength then you'll never need your cane again.”
She moved around getting the view of her back from as many angles as she could. "I can't believe it." Venable beamed out of pure joy. Normality at last. It shouldn’t be possible. She would no longer be in constant pain by the reminder of it. At the end of the world, with a goddess of sorts interested in her, is this making it? Had she done something right?
She had turned around fully to take herself in for the first time, she was content with what she saw.
"Believe.” You snuck up behind her resting your head on her shoulder and your arms wrapped around her waist. “Please.” She didn’t care about your closeness or the fact that your body was pressed up against her back. She couldn’t care. “In me, you and us. "
Venable lowered her gaze. “You’re asking for a lot Y/N.”
“I know but we’re running out of time. It’s only days before Michael’s done with his results.” You spun the woman around and eased her chin upwards forcing her to look at you. “I’m afraid we won’t make the cut.”
“You work for him.”
“For purely selfish reasons. He killed everyone I knew, or so I thought. A fog had been lifted from me. I made some stupid mistakes. I mean I helped him kill everyone. For the end times, wouldn’t you stick with the winning team.” You couldn’t begin to comprehend why you helped the boy. “Oh, and there's the fact that I’m kind of related to him.”
“Pardon?”
“I’m kind of his father’s sister. Not his father on earth but huh~”
“You lost me.”
“Umm~ Okay,” you sighed trying to figure out a way to word it. “He’s the antichrist.”
“You’re the devil’s sister?” You nodded. “That makes sense.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“No one has that level of confidence, knows everything about everyone, can get their way and be human.”
“When have I gotten my way?”
“You’ve strutted around the place, gaining everyone’s trust unlike your nephew which seemed to be your plan. You forced yourself onto me, got me and you still think you haven’t gotten your way?”
“I got you?” You smirked.
“That’s not what I said.”
“It’s exactly what you said.”
“Don’t get any ideas-”
“Too late,” you chirped.
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