Through the Mist of Tears (Open)

[Delora DuBois]

Delora finally began to slow down as Mammon's presence began to fade. She fell to her knees near a crumbling angel grave stone, letting her sorrow finally consume her completely as she shifted to her true form. Pale peach skin turned to gray, her eyes once blue now pitch black with red slit pupils, and her lips were sewn shut. The man she had been longing for, and devoted to since she could remember now loved another who now held the place in his heart she only dreamed of. 'Why couldn't it be me' she thought as more tears streamed down her pale cheeks.

She leaned against the grave, letting out a shaky breath. She wished to be dead now more than ever yet she couldn't bring herself to fully end it. 'Why do I continue with this existence? It's not like he'll ever see me like that' she thought to herself as once clear tears became red. There was only one thing that could ease the crippling pain in her heart right now, and although she was somewhat reluctant, she felt like there was not other option.

In the breast pocket on the vest she wore over her shirt, she kept a small razor blade. With two fingers, she plucked it from where it was. She pushed up her blue plaid skirt, and placing the razor at the top of her thigh, dragged it across her skin. She let out a soft hiss as the blade sliced open her skin. It was this sharp pain that could make the memories fade if only for a moment, but a moment was all she really needed.

It was something that she had discovered while in a facility, noting another girl doing that after lights out. When she imitated it, she was amazed at how the sharp sudden pain could blank her mind even just for a bit. She took the blade, placing it below the fresh incision, and dragging it once again. She suddenly felt another presence, and panicked, shifting back to her human form. She put her blade back, and ducked, wondering who it was in the graveyard with her.

[charlie]

She was rather bored at this hour. There really wasn’t much to do here, it had been more fun in the pits in the underworld actually, but the red head had liked the adventure she had had today, meeting those new people. Or well, whatever they were. The daimon grinned, chewing on a white stick where used to have a beautiful candied lollipop on one end, but the sweet snack was gone now and the youth was just left with this souvenir, that still held somewhat of the lollipop’s sugary flavor. Her lips were an unnatural red color from sucking on the lollipop all day and her tongue matched, both body parts the same coral color. Today had been a very good day, and it still wasn’t over yet sadly. The girl hated it when a day was perfect but didn’t end soon enough so that another event could squeeze itself in and ruin everything. She sighed, having a feeling that her perfect day was about to be seized and turned into something else. The red head shuffled along her path, her brow furrowed as she tried to place the feeling that something else was out there in the looming distance. Green eyes scanned ahead but saw nothing, saw no movement or sign of life amongst the gravestones saw no ominous light or happening that could the work of dark magic. Simply nothing was to be seen. But alas something was to be heard.

It was soft at first and the girl wouldn’t have picked it up if she had not been on alert. Her ear tuned into the noise, as the girl began to move towards the general direction it was coming from. The daimon felt like a ninja as she moved quietly and quickly through the graveyard, picking her way around the gravestones instead of walking on them. She had respect for the dead, she had seen them in the underworld for a very long time and understood a little bit of their pain about being stuck somewhere they didn’t want to be. The noise picked up slightly and Charlie’s forehead wrinkled, was that crying? The girl sniffed the air, wondering what species was out here crying… daimon. The girl bit her lip, unsure of continuing her search for the other, so far the daimons she had meet were all pissy and she wasn’t in the mood to get her head bit off by some emotionally disturbed creature.

No, she was already out here. She’d just take a look, that was all. Charlie told herself, peeking around the stone angel to see the humanoid form of Delora. She could smell the scent of blood and looked quizzically at the other, running her gaze over the daimon, looking for a reason for the smell. Something was off about this creature before him, and Charlie realized she’d never seen her own kind cry before. Perhaps this one was different too, maybe she was one of the rare daimons that actually was kinder then others. Or maybe Charlie was hoping for too much. She chewed on the stick, debating if she should just leave and forget all this, but no course not. She was too far in to turn back now, besides this other woman already knew she was there. So the red head stepped around the gravestone, looking at Delora with bright green eyes. “Hello, there.” Charlie greeted with a smile, hoping that Delora was nothing like Hunter.

TAG! delora
WORDCOUNT! 578
SONG! LOLLiPOP//MiKA

[Delora DuBois]

Delora backed into the gravestone as the other appeared, her eyes widened and she pulled her skirt down to hide her self inflicted wounds. "Hi" she said softly, her body trembling a bit in fear. She knew the other girl was a daimon as well, but that did nothing to stop her fear. Other daimons always were vicious towards her because all she did was infect them with her sin, despair. That's how she ended up in this world, one of the siblings detested her so much to send her away.

Still, this other girl seemed different from the others. She seemed softer almost, but she wouldn't be quick to trust anyone. "What do you want from me?" she managed to get out, her voice trembling a bit in sheer fright. She may have been wishing for death, but she didn't want to die at the hands of another daimon. She remained frozen, looking up and down the girl.

Though she appeared to be a normal girl, she could smell the essence of a daimon all over her. 'But is she just a hell hound or is she like me?' she thought. "What's your real name?" she asked, looking at the other woman. There was a small chance that she was a lesser sin much like herself which defiantly made her curious.

[charlie]

The slight breeze stirred the dark red hair, pulling out slightly so that it curled as green eyes watched Delora with curiosity and fear. The other seemed to act the same way, pulling back into the gravestones, smoothing out her skirt as she stared at Charlie. Was she frightened to? Maybe she wasn’t like those nasty daimons, she seemed so sad or maybe it was just the setting. All these graves, Charlie thought of the decaying bodies that rested six feet under the soil that she stood on. Death though, was a part of life, it was just nature and no mortal could escape that. Her voice was shaky, and despair dripped from making Charlie’s stomach knot as her forehead wrinkled in an overwhelming feeling. Who was this daimon? Instinctively the girl backed up some, trying to create some space, hoping the feeling would pass. It was just this place… just this place. She rubbed the back of her neck, fighting with herself once more to stay put. She did manage a weak smile though in reply to Delora’s greeting, hoping that the girl wouldn’t be so scared.

“Don’t be scared, darling.” There was a lilt southern accent in her words, something the daimon had picked up accidently but ended up liking. Then came Delora’s question and Charlie cocked her head to the side. Whatever would she want from this woman? There really was nothing that Charlie desired so answered with a soft smile, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay, is all. Honest.” Charlie answered sincerely hoping that Delora believed her. Then another question rolled off the girl’s tongue. Charlie hadn’t been asked her true name in a very long time, only once by that witch Lilith when he had her sign her contract. The memory sent a shudder down the freckled face girl’s spine, remembering that dreary day… now she belonged to the Witch of Ivory. She preferred her fake name, Charlie but Delora had asked a question and Charlie was inclined to answer. “Verin. My name’s Verin.” Thewoman then walked over to where Delora was and stuck out a hand to her, if Delora was going to kill her she already would have. Charlie grinned, she could wait out here all night until the other girl saw her as a friend.

TAG! delora
WORDCOUNT! 386
SONG! LOLLiPOP//MiKA

[Delora DuBois]

Verin, she was a lesser daimon much like herself. She slowly let herself relax, and gently took the other woman's hand. "My name is Delora Dubois at least on this plane of existence. My real name is Pazuzu" she said softly, looking up at the other girl. She was still a bit timid, but since the girl is willing to help, who was she to turn down such a kind offer. "I appreciate your help though I'm unsure if there's anything you can really do" she said, the sadness apparent in her voice.

"Much of what troubles me can't be fixed. The world I knew for as long I can remember has crumbled all around me, and I can't put it back together" she murmured, allowing a tear to fall. She didn't like people seeing how pathetic she was, but it couldn't be helped, it was in her nature and it was something that stuck out like a sore thumb. She normally wouldn't even speak to someone about this, but even though despair was what she felt constantly, it was too much.

"There person I love the most in this world is now beyond my reach, and always will be. No matter how much I cared for him, he didn't feel the same. He was all I knew for so long" she continued, looking up at the girl, her eyes reflecting what she felt. She was unsure how the other daimon would react. Would she try to kill Delora like so many others in the past or would this girl not harm her? She waited with bated breath as to what would happen to her now.

[charlie]

A warmth lit Charlie up like a fire, coursing through her body as the woman accepted her offer of friendship. She didn't seem afraid once she learnt that Charlie was a lesser sin and it calmed the daimon's nerves too, to know that this Delora lady was also a minor sin. Delora... that was a pretty neat name. "I'm Charlie Hayes." She grinned as the other took her hand, but soon it slipped from her lips as she listened to Delora. The redhead was a people pleaser and she hated to see others moping about, it drove her insane and even more so when she couldn't do anything to help. Charlie bit her lip, wondering what she could do to make this girl feel better, knowing it was going to be awfully hard since Delora just so happened to be the sin of despair. But she had to try, but yet something held her back. Perhaps in the back of her mind something was still screaming be careful! And oddly this time the girl listened, usually she paid no heed to her mind and listened more to her gut feeling but after meeting some of the local's she changed her way of going about things.

She had to swallow, to keep from saying anything. Watching Delora there made a pang of sadness swell up in the daimon's chest. Was this normal for her kind? Charlie didn't know, she didn't feel like an evil monster with no feelings. She sighed watching as a stray tear rolled down Delora's cheek. Charlie had never felt this miserable well ever, she tried to recount the vast expanse of her years but could find no trace of sadness to this degree or anywhere close to it. Whatever Delora was feeling was past Charlie's realm of emotions.

She hadn't ever loved anyone before, never really had any good friends either. She had been so impatient with everthing, so snappy and judgemental at first with the world, with life. But if the woman had learned anything over the course of her life it was that you just can't rush things, and from this she mastered her sin. Another sigh slipped from her lips as she stared at Delora who had just practically shoved a tragic love story in front of her and now was looking up with those big round sorrowful eyes like a little lost puppy. So frightened and lost in a big world without family or a friend to fend off the nightmares. Charlie caved. Suddenly her arms were wrapped around Delora in a comforting embrace. "Hush now darling. You have all the time in the world, how about you to know someone else, hmm? Have some patience and you'll get on."Charlie hoped she was doing this right, hoped that Delora wouldn't freak out and try to kill her but whatever. The daimon smoothed down Delora's hair, it turned out Charlie was rather motherly.

TAG! delora
WORDCOUNT! 510
NOTES! d'aaaw charlie's trying to take care of her
SONG! LOLLiPOP//MiKA

[Delora DuBois]

Delora froze when the other girl hugged her, not exactly registering in her head what was going on. She had never had anyone show her affection before save for Mammon, but that thought was too painful to think of right now. 'She's defiantly unlike the others' she thought. She felt warm and safe for some reason even though she just barely knew the girl. She returned the embrace, and began to cry on the girl's shoulders.

It felt good to know that perhaps someone other than Mammon could care for her though in a platonic way. 'Perhaps this could be the start of a change' she thought. Though despair would always stain her soul, there could be a chance to feel other things as well like friendship which she now thought this girl was offering. "I'm not sure if I can believe anyone could find something to love about me" she whispered, sadness still in her voice though it seemed to be dying away.

Her feelings though probably obvious to his siblings, were something she kept buried and private to everyone else, not expecting anyone to care she felt them or understand. 'Yet this girl is willing to listen to me' she thought. "I'm sorry for blurting all that out, I just didn't know what else to do" she whispered, looking up at the girl once more.

[charlie]

It'd been a minute and yet here she was. Still in this humanoid shape, without her head rolling on the ground, soon to become another body in the dirt. Delora hadn't attacked her, she hadn't tried to kill her. Weird. But who was she to judge? Here the redhead was, holding some stranger close to her, trying to comfort her without wanting something in return for herself. She really was an odd one. And then Charlie felt Delora give in and hug her back, sobbing into her shoulder. Charlie bit back her own tears, just thinking of what could be hurting this woman so bad to make her cry to a complete stranger. What kind of monster was plaguing Pazuzu? "Shhh... It's okay darling. Just let it out..." Those words felt right to use, they seemed to fit the silence, right? She didn't know, Charlie had no idea what was wrong and what was right to say in this situation, the woman was just winging it. Hoping for the best outcome, not sure when or if she'd slip up and everything would shatter. This was a very delicate thing, two daimons interacting like this. Who knew what would happen if things took a turn for the worst.

Charlie sighed, one arm wrapped around the sobbing girl's shoulders and the other smoothing down Delora's hair. She rested her chin lightly on the other's head, how long would she cry for? Would it be all night? Days? Yet again, the daimon was at a lost for this emotion that was pouring out of Delora. But Charlie had all the patience in the world to sit this one out. The whisper came hoarse but Charlie was still able to make out the words. She took Delora's chin in her hand and forced the other girl to look her in the eyes. "Don't you dare think that for a moment. Your the most friendliest Daimon I have met in a very long time and I'm absolutely positive that there are many things about you that one can love." Dark green eyes stared into the pits of Delora's, daring her to say otherwise. "And it's quite alright, I'm very glad we met." This time her tone changed, going from rough to soft.

TAG! delora
WORDCOUNT! 392
NOTES! awww
SONG! LOLLiPOP//MiKA

[Delora DuBois]

Delora was unsure what to make of this. This was the first time anyone had really comforted her ever, or even bothered to listen to her. She would often be chased away or even her life put in danger because of what she was. 'Everyone I meet, they feel my sin, how can someone like me ever truly find happiness' she thought though those thoughts seemed to melt away with Charlie's words. This girl was actually glad to have met her, that was a first. Most cursed her presence because of the despair and sorrow she would bring with her.

"I can say I feel the same. Only one other person has treated me this way aside from you, but he is the cause of what I feel" she said softly. She was trying with all her might to push Mammon from her thoughts, but he had been so ingrained into her life and soul that is was near impossible right now though perhaps with time, and meeting other people, and exploring sides of her that have been crushed by the sin she represented that maybe she can break free from it.

"I'm sorry if you feel any despair or sadness, I tend to have that affect on people" she said softly, casting her eyes down at the ground. It was the one thing she despised about herself. It was bad enough she felt this crushing feeling with little relief, but the fact that others could as well just being near her always bothered her to no end.