❝ how long as it been?
moons. many, many, moons.
alas time flies, but at least there was company. the voices kept her company as she approached the familiar, yet unfamiliar border that rang of home. it had been moons since chasity had vanished from the cartel when she herself was only a few moons old.. back when the devil ruled this place. bill cipher, ah, the legendary pile of sh-- who spawned her. ah, how she missed her father. and his insults. and his tendency to forget he had multiple children. expect for her - bill could never forget about her. simply because she was his living clone. and she tried to kill him for funnies that one time.
plus she had a tendency to annoy him... and attempt to overthrow him when he ruled the cartel...and seduce him. and unfortunately for her father she had gained his immortality, but that didn't stop him from trying to kill and or hurt her, but hey! what kind of demonic father-daughter relationship doesn't have the causalities of attempted homicide? this is what love wasn't supposed to be like. But at least chasity had a father in her life. even if he didn't want her. she still loved their love-kill-hate relationship anyway.
so what brought chasity back to the cartel? this was the only home she knew. she had been born here. wondering around - or actually, floating around - along with her siblings and mother who was kept prisoner here by bill cipher until she gave birth. ah, good times. but really, why had she returned? it was simple. chasity was in search of her father. she was 99.9 percent sure he wasn't here any longer - or else this place would be in shambles, but this was the perfect place to start. oh, she also felt some kind of loyalty to where she was born. not much loyalty, but some. it was there, deep down in her bones.
so, she waited. not that she necessarily had to wait for someone to come and ask her business, but simply because she wanted to see some of the new and maybe even old faces of the cartel. maybe someone would remember or recognize her. it wasn't like she had changed, she still looked the same as when she had left. 9 moons old, bright yellow coat, floating top hat, demonic eyes. the living representation of an demon angel - if you've never seen an angel before or had no idea what they looked like. not aging was another thing she had inherited from her father. as well as the voices. those where fun.
sitting down and curling her tail over her paws, she waited for someone to come.
let the fun begin!
so exciting!
❞
