This was madness. Desdemona understood this. This was a word much like that. Rearing up to her full thirteen foot height she hissed, released the poor blade bow as her tail acted as a sort of rudder for the rest of her. "I am not playing your gamesss, Chelsssea Ritter." Her eyes gleamed with fury, as the two fangs dropped down. Paralytic poison was not inherently deadly, but enough of it could kill. With this display her warning was given. So she sunk back down to the ground, slithering into the shadows. If this child wished to play, then she would play with another child and not the Spanish lamia. Or so Desdemona came to the conclusion. Coil upon coil, her eyes gleamed from the shadows as she turned them on Johnny. "Play with her, nino. Elssse I will tempt the wrath of hell when I sssate myssself with her sssoul." Her words trailed off as the woman slowly. Ever so slowly, turned black and leathery. Minutes ticking by as the lamia soon appeared nothing more than a large snake.

For all her wrath, Desdemona well knew that to devour the children's souls would be foolish. For some fell reason or another D. Ark was slightly, or apparently, or whatever he was to them. With that being there was no telling. He was darkness and madness and all things the large snake did not dare to test. The 'Sentinel of the Devil' was more than keen to devour the man and have done with it. But the memories of her human life held quick and to go after D. Ark would be to go against those experiences. Something that had not gone well any of the times she had done it. Better to wait, seize the moment when it was sure and done. It was better to curl and laze about the surface rather than to hide away in tunnels and feed off of unclean bodies and sewer rats. The snake was well aware who was owed for that, though she put forth no loyalty to the heartless being... Desdemona well knew even she played his little game in this circus, but she was content to play it and wait.

She wasn't too keen on playing Chitter's. So she would wait, the girl would grow impatient. A quick bite, swallow. And then all would be well and the girl would have some minor sores from her stomach acids after Chitter was regurgitated.

@FallenTrinity

@LadyRunic

The snake lay in wait as she commanded Johnny to play with her "Little Sis".

You ain't gonna touch her, plain and simple." He said with a cold edge as he withdrew a blade and twirled it around his fingertips. He went to take a step forward towards the snake until-



The music seemed to come from down the hall, from the same room the shadow had sat in. His eyes focused on the door with slight confusion as he made his way over carefully. "IIIII'lllll be back..." His voice held a bit of distraction if one could call it that as he made his way to the door. His approach was careful and cautious, ready to strike if need be. Even though Chitter was like his little sis, she was still unpredictable and one needed to trend carefully when dealing with her. Johnny approached the door and looked in.



His confusion grew as he saw the mannequins arranged in the order of what an actual classroom would look like. God, Chitter was a creepy little bitch. He looked back to the Lamia and sighed, his lips in a tight straight line as he entered. The doors closed with a click and then-

chunk, chunk, chunk, chunk The few dim lights that separated the darkness of the hallway shut off one by one, the last one just near the lamia. No sound was made as an elongated claw morphed from the wall above the lamia. It rested there quietly until the last light went out, the sound of the electricity shutting off covering the sound of the roar that accompanied it, dragging the lamia into the abyssal blackness.



Chelsea...why mannequins of all fucking thinnnnngssss" He inspected each one carefully, each creepier than the last. Then the music started again. It was in the back of the room. Instinctively Nny twirled his blade again as he approach the music box. The music stopped once he approach and for some reason he closed it.

"Hello?"
"GAHHH!" his scream was complemented by that of a high pitch yelp.
"AHHH!"

He turned to see a little white haired girl run to the front corner of the room. She sat down, curled up in a ball and was shaking, visibly shaking. Johnny at this point was completely confused and lost. 'Is that her....' He walked up to her, his blade now sheathed. "What the hell Chitter! Why did you have to fucking go and do that to me and Ekans! You know she's going to kill us when this is done and over with. Seriously, stop this stupid game and let us-"

"Get away from meeee!" John recoiled slightly from that before moving up to her, a bit more angry now.

Get away? GET AWAY!? GET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING REALM! IT'S-"

"It's not mine! It's that THING'S... She yelled the first part before turning to face Johnny and as she turned his eyes went wide. There, in front of him was Chelsea, but it wasn't Chelsea. Her skin was of a nice pinkish hue with beautiful emerald eyes and the faintest of red in her hair.

"Ch-Chelsea?" She shook her head.

"Then who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Samantha...Samantha Hemloche...



The lamia was in pitch darkness for quite some time. Nothing but silence and blackness enveloped her but soon enough-

A single light appeared from far away and with the light...There she was...Lamia's single annoyance. Chitter's smug and defiant smirk rested on her face as the smirk slowly grew into a grin.

The darkness didn't bother her. She was born of it. Had rested into it for a short time after her death, before the curse had been enacted. It was so very much like the limbo. The edge of all things. Though Desdemona was not so fully certain it was so. The curse, her death. What had happened but what would be, would be according to her. But as the light turned and Chitter appeared, with that grin... Desdemona hissed something that promised death. This child would learn why the lamia was not one to play games with. Arms expanded from the body as she ever so slowly turned to lamia. Rearing up she snarled. This child would learn. One way or another, Chitter would learn her place. Hissing and meeting the child's eyes she swayed from side to side.

It was a dance that promised death, or at least some great deal of pain. "Tu tread on dangerousss ground, chica de horror." Her hood fanned and flickered. "My problemsss with Johnny isss passst. Ark hasss sssaid it isss, ssso it will be. For now at leassst." The two fangs gleamed in a sly smile. Coiling up once more she cocked her head at the girl. "You, however, are a problema. Child too big for her ssskirtsss." The tongue flickered out as she tilted her head tot he other side, always keeping direct eye contact with the small child. "A ssshame I cannot devour you. You're sssoul would be a feassst." She grinned far too fully. "Though you'd be more that a mouthful." It was true indeed. The lamia required a good deal to upkeep her long body when she did eat. Though she would often go a few days between decent meals, a few weeks between large ones. Desdemona had been curious if she could last as long as the snakes could without, but had not the inclination to test it. Quietly the snake hoped she never would find out.

@FallenTrinity

Blink ran out of the medic tent, back into the crowd. "Maman! Where did you go?" He called over and over, zigzagging through the swarm of people that towered over him, looking for the snake.
He found no sign of anyone familiar, which frustrated him immensely. He stomped his foot angrily, storming on deeper into the sea of circus spectators.
"Where could they all have gone?" He said to himself, shoving past person after person. He checked inside every tent before finally coming to a stop in front of D. Ark's private tent, sinking to his knees to catch his breath. All that running around had made his busted rib sore again, which was definitely not good. It still wasn't as bad as if was before, though.
He kept his eyes on the people that scurried back and forth from tent to tent, feeling isolated and panicky. He hated being alone. He wasn't afraid of strangers by any stretch of the imagination, but he much preferred being in the company of familiar sorts.

@LadyRunic@Belle

"Hmhmhm.....Child....Such a word is subjective in nature." She let out a light chuckle that echoed through the darkness and seemed to never end. She head tilted to the side ever so slightly.

"The word child has many meanings Desdemona. For example a child could mean a young human being below the age of puberty or below the legal age of majority. My appearance fits this category. Parts of Nny fit the other definition of "child" as an immature person. Then there is us as a whole. The children of the dark circus." She smiled brightly as she looked forward, seemingly to pierce through Des's own eyes. HEr smile became a more questioning look.

"Then there is the final definition...a person or thing influenced by a specified environment..." Her expression went from questioning to being void of any expression.

"You are old right? From the 17th century if I remember you talking to Dad correctly...I wondered what kind of Child you looked like." It was instantaneous as Chitter seemed to disappear before Des, replaced by a mirror, showing Des her own former self the way she once looked as a woman.

"You look beautiful Des...I'm a bit jealous actually...I wonder what happened to you..." The reflection of Chitter stood next to Des in the mirror but if Des was to turn around, she would not see Chitter but rather the endless blackness. Chitter's form however, slowly started to morph. The sound of cracking and ripping was heard as little Chelsea began to morph. Her body begun grow in size, slim and slender looking in appearance, almost border lining mal-nutrition. A leathery, hairy flesh made its presence known on her body. Her eyes sunk in and a heavy crack was heard coming from Chitter's head as it split, the skin ripping down the middle and took on more canine like features. Her mouth grew in length, gaining canine teeth and fangs, hot breath could be felt and it held a deep low guttural growl before rapidly letting out a deep chitter.



An elongated claw reached out one final time, grasping hold of the lamia, attempting to drag her through. If she is pulled through, Des would find herself in the 1600s, her body no longer a snake but rather her old beautiful body. The only problem would be, it would be the day of her death. And it would repeat, over and over again until Chitter felt satisfied.



"S-Samantha?" A slight nod.

So if, you're supposed to be Chelsea, then who is it that I know." A frown rested on John's face as he sat next to the young girl who simply shook her head in response.

"It told me that it came from the sky but raised underground. I don't know what that means but It took me from my mom and dad." John remained silent slowly the classroom started to change. The desk in the center of the classroom became like a large stone slab, empty chains anchored into the corners. A pool of blood dripped off of the slab.

It was dark...I was scared. There was chanting or singing and I was tied down. They didn't give me clothes. Someone stood over me with a blade. I screamed and screamed but the pain was too much. My vison became dark. I felt their hand inside me and grab something soft and squishy. That's when I couldn't hear my heartbeat anymore. But... John's lips were tight as his hair ever so slowly turned the faintest grey.

"I heard something big...something mean. It spoke to me in some language but it sounded off, like it was backward. Next thing I know I was here." John looked at her with a questioning look. He sighed and shook his head. Hell, might as well ask. He looked forward into the darkness before turning his head back towards her, his gaze still looking into the darkness.

"By chance have any idea what Chitter sai-" He glanced at her and within that moment he saw her hair lose the hint of red and turned to pure white with an expression of unadulterated terror. He turned to see what she was looking at and simply stayed silent in shock.





Smiles had been about the circus, doing magic tricks, making jokes and just enjoying the circus. A fe hours of this and he began to make his way to his trailer before spotting D. Ark.

"Mr. Ark, sir. How are you tonight? All goes well? Appears not..." He gave Ark his usual warm smile as he walked up, extending a hand for a shake. As he shook his hand he looked into his eyes with a smile that slowly faded as he felt the aura he let off.

"Did you wish to let something off your chest? Come, we can talk about it in my trailer."

The lamia let the girl speak on. For while she called Chitter 'child' she was well aware she was no child. Though the form did mislead her from time to time. Desdemona was not concerned, but when Chitter's mirror appeared and the Spanish snake saw what was within... She was frozen, her eyes on her own, hypnotizing herself her hands reaching towards the body she longed for. The form she had desired and drawn strength from for four hundred years. Each year without it's beauty was agony. "Yesss I wasss ssso beautiful." She hissed, her voice dreamy. Haunted even. She did not notice as Chitter shifted forms. the horrendous version of herself appearing. Nor as the claw pulled her through. Not till it was too late, then a single horrendous shriek of horror and rage split through the school. A howl of such anguish and torment that would raise many a hair from a neck.

Senorita Liguardia opened her eyes. Normal large brown eyes, that almost looked like Spanish gold when she colored her face with the paints she purchased. Or once did. Business was better then. Clients came and went, her pockets were full and her bed was busy as was her trade. Secrets, joys, pains, sorrows. She knew them all and sold each one. Then business had become nothing. Clients had dried up, leaving the woman who listened too keenly and whispered to too many ears. Her family had cast her out, her trade nothing but shame to them. No matter the amount of coin she brought in, the renown from the nobility. Albeit that group was mostly young men of the wrong type. Her body was beautiful, her treasure and wealth. Her hair was the ode to many a poem and her eyes captivated men. With a moan she rolled over and gazed at the small room of her house. A single room. A bed, a small fireplace and stove, and enough room for a bit of living. Bottle of rum and wine scattered about the room. Why? It was simple.

Her last client was dead.

Tossing a bottle to the side, Desdemona sat up muttering Spanish words as she pulled on her clothing. The mob of his family would come for her. They had been so sure it was her fault! That it had been her hand to deal the blow. The woman cursed some more at their stupidity. She wasn't suicidal, though this was close. The moon was starting to rise, it wasn't her last day. No, that was spent in a state of drunkenness and tears of fury. The young man had given her enough to live, but no more. He had given her no secrets, then when he had she had bruises to show the threat that awaited her if she spoke.

She never did.

Snatching a knife from her kitchen, sharp from the use she had prepared it for the night before. The woman of the night, walked the streets, keeping a scarf about her head. The family would be searching, looking, seeking her death. What she sought was about the same she believed. They sought her for a death, she sought a killer. A bet gone bad had killed her client. It would be a vengeance killing, and no court would get her afterwards. Desdemona thought that a blessing. The court was horrible and prison was worse. The family would find and kill her, she suspected. Though before that she would try to get ship to England or France. Perhaps even Rome. Become a nun. As she slipped between flower sellers, she stifled a laugh at the thought. Her! A nun! It would never do!

It took hours into the night, but she found the man. He was in his apartment, counting his money and hiding from the family of the young man he killed. Never minding the woman after him. She was a woman, insignificant. Too weak, too foolish to aught. She had come as a puta, and wooed him to the bed before leaving him there. A knife embedded in him and his money in her pocket. The man stared at the ceiling in horror. His body cut to shreds and his heart carved out and impaled to his throat with the blade. It was leaving his street when the mob found her. She had run, leading them on a merry chase till it had turned sour to her. Pleaded when they tore her from the alley and to a tree. And screamed curses as they lowered the noose about her neck.

"I had my vengeance for him! Now I shall for myself!" She had screamed as they reached for the bucket. "
Regresaré y vengareo!" She had howled in that same anguish that echoed form her snake for in those seconds she was pulled through the mirror. As darkness took he Desdemona watch and felt and knew her death again and again. Withering with a fury that would promise death to her person she next laid eyes upon.

When she broke free, it was not going to be pleasant. Blood would flow and souls would crumble.

@FallenTrinity @Oliver @Belle

Out of the corners of his bright blue eyes, Blink finally spotted some familiar faces: Smiles and D.Ark seemingly deep in discussion. Not caring if he was interrupting, Blink leaped to his feet and scurried over to them, jumping into Smiles' arms. He giggled maniacally, wrapping his little legs around Smiles' waist to keep himself steady in case the clown decided to drop him.

The clown was the only one who wasn't cold most of the time, so he was the one Blink chose to forcibly adopt as his 'father'. While Chitter preferred the stiffer, more mature D. Ark, what Blink really needed was attention that Mr. Ark was often unwilling to give.

"Papa!! Où tu étais?!?" He cried, nuzzling his face into Smiles' neck and rubbing the clown's shoulders possessively. "J'étais si seul....Ne m'aimes-tu pas?!? Tu aimes mieux Chitter, n'est-ce pas?!" He started slapping the clown repeatedly across the face, his own face red with inexplicable fury, tears sliding down his little round cheeks.

@FallenTrinity @Belle

D. Ark

The clown was annoying, but one of the few to behave themselves it seemed. D. Ark let off a rueful smile and longsuffering sigh. "Ah, family my friend. It is not an easy concept. Especially when that family fights against each other. We must get along if we wish to continue feeding, but several of the more... excitable members seem to have trouble with that concept. Speaking of which," he added when the boy ran up to them. Fran had done her job it appeared. Perhaps a little too well.

"Blink," D. Ark said firmly. "We are going to discuss your performance this evening. I will not tolerate-""Hey! Are you the guy who owns this shit show?" A beligerent man approached them, looking angry.
D. Ark sighed, mentally counting to ten. "Yes good sir. How may I ass-""I want my money back! What kind of place you running here? I pay for a show I expect to see one! Not only is the snake broad missing but the knife idiot didn't show for his act!"
D. Ark arched an eyebrow. Perhaps Chitter hadn't been the best choice for a babysitter. It appeared some punishments were to be in order. D. Ark smiled a smile that Blink and Smiles knew all too well.
Something BAD was about to happen.

"Of course Mr...?""Abbot," the man answered with a snarl.
"Ah yes Mr. Abbot. I apologize for my employees lackluster performances this evening. Rest assured I will be discussing their further employment later in the evening. Smiles, be a good chap and assist this man in recieving his rightful compensation. I'm afraid I have other business to attend to at the moment."D. Ark knew that his old friend understood what he meant by 'rightful compensation'. There were no refunds in this circus.

Once D. Ark found where Chitter was he would break the deminsonal hold she no doubt had on the others and deal with the aftermath. He knew how to put down people who disobeyed him. Chitter was a force to be reckoned with, but while she was a creature of the night he was a beast of hell itself. Even the being that inhabited her body knew of and feared him. Of all of the people in his 'family' the being was the only one who knew the most about D. Ark's origins and exactly what he was capable of should he be pushed far enough. The others had caught a glimpse of it before during the... incident with the doctor.

@LadyRunic@Belle

Johnny had never really been afraid of Chitter, not by a long shot. Sure she creeped him out a bit but she usually only joked about it. This however, was different. She was more malevolent and much more creepy. Even so that his hair had started to turn white.

”H-Hey Chelsea...Wha-What’re you do-” It snarled and growled before letting out a guttural bark causing the little girl scream before sobbing and Johnny to instinctively flinch, withdrawing a blade from under his sleeve. The thing looked at the blade with hollow sockets before slamming its hand over the blade, its cold steel disappearing into its hand as if there was a dimensional pocket.

”What the Hell Chels!!”

”Quod nomen est vanum. Nabu Quid vocatis me postulas? Non refert.” Its head dipped slightly, appearing ready to pounce, its hair falling slightly over its skull.

”When are you going to let me outta here…” John had slowly begun to shake. He never really seen her realm, only seen people walking and then suddenly disappearing but never had he actually been in

”Serpens fundit cum femina plor-.”  John yelled.

”What the fuck are you saying!? Literally creeped out and you’re talking weird shit!” Its head cocked to the side before speaking again.

”The woman of serpent scales, it dares to think it is above thy. It knows not its place but begs to be placed on higher grounds than the fallen’s son. None are more powerful but I am of equality.”

”Whadda mean..” The demon known to Johnny as Chitter rose to its full height of 7’6 and leaned in.

”Moses had once seen me, claiming 500 years to climb me. I am the one chained in links of fire no more. I am the one who awaits all in the Revelation as I shall bring upon the world demise and chaos. I am Samael, Archangele mortis.”

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Hours had turned into days, days into weeks, weeks into months and months into years yet Desdemona had simply been in her realm for 5 minutes. Over and over did her final moments repeat. Over and over did she watch her loved one die and feel her own demise. Never once did Chitter feel regret. At one point, before Des would lose her life again, she stopped it at that specific moment, bringing up her reflection once more. The reflection brought dainty little fingers up to the mirror’s edge. Chitter spoke, mimicking Desdemona’s voice through the reflection.

”You were so beautiful Des. So much so that men laid themselves down like a red carpet for you, willing to give loved ones and money and jewerely and other precious keepsakes just to be with you. You wrapped them all around your little finger.”

A light womanly giggle echoed as Des’s reflection duplicated itself multiple times, each one however changing into a man that had been with Des, offering what they had. Say for one though. He appeared next to Des’s reflection in the first mirror.

”Except for this one. Hmmm...It was such a pity, offering marriage and all that he had and you accepted, expecting such a happy ending. But tragedy fell upon him and thanks to your reputation you were to blame.” The man’s eyes grew wide as smokey hands removed him from the snakes view.

”And then with love tainting you already blackened heart you vowed for revenge, only securing your death and now look at you. Your beautiful hair, your gorgeous eyes, beautiful smooth soft skin and near perfect nails, replaced with your true inner beauty which is that of a slithering, temptress of a serpent. Oh what a wondrous little tragedy you are.” The reflection’s beauty fell onto the floor like clothes, revealing the reflection of the real Desdemona. The child’s laughter back once again as she continued her little game with Des.

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Smiles sighed. Family is not a working concept in your repitiore Mr. Ark if I may be so bold but rather having everyone at least pretend the concept is plausible seems to be the issue. It’s bad enough I must eat human souls to continue to survive but it is what it is and that goes the same for our little grou- Blink Petite? AH! Petite Blink! What a pleasent surprise it is to see yo- OW OW OW OW OW BLINK! OW Stoppit!” Blink as soon as he could began to pelt Smiles with slap after slap causing Smiles to keep his eyes shut for some time.

”Régler le petit. What’s wrong?” He did hear from him something about Chitter and not loving him as much but his answer wouldn’t come right away as one of their guests, Mr. Abbot, seemed to want a refund. He cleared his throat as he looked at Ark, knowing what was to befall Abbot. With a simple nod and placing blink on his shoulders, he leaned forward and bowed, holding on to Blink so he would not fall.

”Of course Mr. Abbot, follow me. I help with the finances here at the circus and keep that stuff in my trailer. Mr. Ark excuse us while we help Mr. Abbot.” He gave Ark a respectable nod as he gestured for Abbot to follow, leaving Ark to handle whatever chaos had occurred.

As the three walked he glanced up to Blink.

Blink...Prenez le portefeuille de l'homme et faites-le connaître. Passez ensuite à l'arrière de ma maison amusante. Understand?” He looked up to Blink for a response.

Blink nodded, clinging onto Smiles' shoulders possessively. He seemed to be done with his little conniption, seeming rather content actually. Blink was rather prone to changing moods at the drop of a hat, so chances are no one was surprised by this.

He carefully climbed off of Smiles, lagging a bit behind the two men. Then, with nimble fingers, he slipped his hand into the man's pocket and retrieved his wallet, tucking it into the pocket of his own tailcoat.

He followed the group a little while longer, so as not to seem suspicious, then broke away, running to Smiles' fun house. He made his way to the back, taking a seat on the floor and waiting for Smiles to come back from whatever it was he planned to do with the Mr. Abbot guy.

@FallenTrinity

Desdemona watched the girl as she spoke of her 'lost love'. A foolish notion, but it brought a repreive so the lamia was loathed to correct her. He had wanted nothing more but her deauty and his secrets kept. A shame he had passed, but it was so and so it was. Hissing the odd form of laughter shevhad the snake's eyes gleamed with malice. " I fell from the grace of God long ago. We were poor and i had a tool men desssired! Why ssshould i have not usssed it? Twas them who ssshould have kept their sssecretsss better." She swore then. The same as she did when thevhad killed her. There was no need to plead. To kill her would be a mercy. She doubt this being would give her that.

So she waited, and plotted. Chitter was not as shevhad thought and this was far worse a hell than aught she had seen save for the Incident involving D. Ark. That worried her. But luckily ahe had slipped out of the carnaval to hunt whilst he had been about his rampage. She waa not such a fool to stay in the lone of fire.

"You were never far from God's grace "Child", merely a sheep who had lost guidance. Forgiveness was still within your grasp but you refused it. Denied the redemption offered and continued onto your dark path. A pity it must be...Although for as long as I have known you, you could care less about such frivolous things, preferring to contemplate murders and deaths then ways of redemption, I myself am the same as you dear child. I to had fallen from the grace of god but with much more severe judgment and punishment all for speaking my own mind. And you know what?-" The replay of death stopped once more as Chitter made her self known again, this time accompanied by black wings. Within those abyssal colored wings could be seen a few beautiful white feathers with golden hues.

"I hate him for it. I loath the great Father because of his love for your kind, special little snowflakes...The lot of you. You murder, rape and torture yourselves. You go to war with brothers and sisters of the father and in the end all you have to do is ask for forgiveness and behold the golden gates, saint peter welcoming you with open arms. And what do I receive in return? Punishment of punishments, cast out of the golden skies, never to reveal in its peaceful aura. Your kind disgust me." She slowly circled Des, hollow sockets piercing the snakes body.

"I am of the seventh heaven...I am called by Moses a beast of horror and by god the destroyer. You will never harm me, you will never defeat me. You are nothing but a weak serpent of this damned circus. However, I have had a plan. I am aware of what the fallen in flesh wants out of this circus and when it comes time he will no longer need us and will attempt to dispose of us and I will not fall for a second time. A plan I have created and a legion I have formed in the shadows but powerful creatures I still need to conform to my legion. So I am willing to make a deal with you..." Chitter stopped in front of Des, a low growl escaping his mouth.

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Johnny was never one to believe in the divine but here was the divine in front of him, and not just a random angel but someone he had read about, someone of importance and significance and because of this his hair had turned completely white. For the first time in years, he was actually scared. 'D get me the fuck outta here please.'

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As Blink entered he was met with a fun house, the entrance of it and this is where he would meet Mr. Abbot. Smiles had led him to the side entrance and locked the door behind him. "It's showtime..." An with that he inhaled deeply before popping into a stream of confetti and tinsel. The lights were off for a few moments before that switched on with a thunk and the clowns high pitch laugh was heard.



HELLO HELLO! WELCOME MR. ABBOT TO SMILES' FUN HOUSE OF CRAZY AND INEXPLANIBLE THINGS! I DO WANNA APOLOGIZE FOR THIS BUT BEFORE YOU GO, I WANT TO PERSONALLY MAKE IT UP TO YOU. THE DOOR IN FRONT OF YOU-" A light shined down on the door which opened with an audible creek.

"Will lead you to my office. When you get there, be sure to present your ID and ticket. You do have that on you right?" That was the cue for Blink.

The scene around them suddenly melted away to a thick blackness. It wasn't dark, but black around them. An almost living blackness.
"Begone Desdemona," a deep disembodied voice spoke. The blackness moved, covering the snake woman and sending her back to the human realm.

The voice seemed to be everywhere at once and the creature within Chitter would recognize it not at hell, but a realm outside of Hell itself. The inky, living blackness would make the creature unable to move. Nobody moved unless the owner of the pocket dimension willed it so. And the owner himself appeared moments later, a towering figure like a giant hovering over the creature known as Chitter.

"You defy me?" the voice spoke. "I know what you are, Creature of Destruction, but you still do not comprehend who I am do you?"
The figures hand came down to form a cage-like structure around the creature before raising it upward towards his face. "When you were created, I was there. I am the Brother of Satan, your creator. Mortals and Immortals alike hear my name and tremble. I am the Locust that Feeds. I am Master of the Seven Realms of Hell. I am the Bottomless Pit. I am... Abaddon."

The figure brought the creature called Chitter closer. "Now that you know who you deal with, the next time you disobey me... you will wish for Hell to be your fate."With that he opened his mouth and closed it over the creature...

Once the blackness cleared away they were back in the circus area, Chitter back in her little girl form and D. Ark standing over her. He wagged a finger at her. "I told you to watch them my little bird. Does father need to punish you, or will you be a good girl from now on?"

@Belle @FallenTrinity

Desdemona hovered at D. Ark's elbow, her eyes gleaming with malice. She had heard enough when the Circus Master had sent her back, but she wanted blood. The blood of this girl, child and the being that resided within. God, Heaven. Those were always denied her and she had no want for them. The Snake Woman only wanted for one thing, vengeance and to watch those that would have killed her hundreds of years past suffer for sins they never committed. Or perhaps that was ages gone. She enjoyed the pain she inflicted, the terror. It was soothing to know others suffered as she herself did within this hideous form.

Running a tongue about one of the fangs that dropped down on a hinge she swayed from side to side. Hissing and spitting in fury. It was well there weren't other people near by and the source of her rage was here... Else there would be a headline on the newspapers of a rabid twenty foot anaconda. As it was, she was still planning a mass slaughter if she caught any one in a small enough group or alone. Soul, body, or no. She simply wanted to slaughter. "Let me have it... Let me sssqueeze the life from that frail puppet body." Desdemona snarled, taunt and ready to strike. One opening, one movement... One word. Her eyes gleamed as she reared back further, looking not entirely sane as she felt the fury build and build. Taunted with her human form, put into such a situation. It was too much in the end.

The lamia lunged at the girl.