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The bloody hues of hell were something she really didn’t miss, having grown accustomed to the vibrance of the mortal plains, the denizens here were so boring, so predictable... all knew of her, feared her, respected her. It was so different topside, she wasn’t well known, oh she was feared in some circles but above? She could do whatever she pleases. Whisper into the ears of choice politicians, completely destroy and debased entire countries, bring forth strife and despair to people and families, steal the souls of the unwarily desperate sort. It was her playground, it reminded her of all those eons ago before she was sealed and the joy she had held within the pure debauchery, and destruction, that brought entire races to quake and tremble underneath her fingertips, as she erased their pathetic lives, screams a musical symphony to her ears.

Ah, look at her, getting lost within her reminiscence of the old days; reeling back to the present, the demoness held a very specific goal, in returning to the hellish landscape she had called home. A very specific person, one she knew far too well, one of whom she knew was thriving here in the desolate landscape since his...unfortunate death. Oh! how she relished in his face of complete and utter betrayal, his picture-perfect world crumbling down around him, any thought of him finally reaching a semblance of happiness torn from his grasp! There was a reason why you didn’t fall for demons, let alone ones sealed within a radio and that so obviously catered to your specific desires and whims, he was so easy to read, yet, oh so fun to manipulate and to play with. Precious little Raimond Lamelle, arguably one of her most entertaining of toys, he held a place of high regard to her. But not in the way one would expect, no, he had kept her interest longer than any other plaything she had held previously, something to admire for certain, with how fickle she truly was.

Humming a peppy little tune as she roamed the vast streets of the pentagram, demons of all walks of life steering clear of her path, the sharp clacking of heels reverberated around her accompanied by the faint hum of static and the hushed murmuring from the terrified crowd. Not much has changed, she thought rather bored with the lack of change her in hell, one would think that with the exterminations more new places would crop up and whatnot. Alas, that just wasn’t the case much to her chagrin, everything remained boring and predictable, yes, she didn’t miss this place, not one bit. Abruptly the displeased demoness stopped in front of a radio, and that oh so familiar voice filtering through. Impossible grin grew even wider as the corners cut into her cheeks.

She had found him...

In a flurry of movement, the shadows around her melded together and enveloped her within inky black, she now knew where he was, and oh, how she was going to relish in their little reunion. Just how much has he grown since she saw him last? What did he even look like? The being was positively curious! So color her shocked and quite pleased at what she saw when the shadows faded away into nothing, oh dear, he must of been so angry! The man before her bore a striking resemblance to herself, how distraught that broken and angry man must have been, that even in death, he simply couldn’t escape her grasp! The demon before her, and subsequently the reason for her visit was hunched over his precious microphone, broadcasting what he truly loved to do in life! Observing him from the doorway she stood before, the vile woman had decided to finally make her presence known. Silently she made her way over to the oblivious demon as long slender arms draped over his shoulders, a deep throaty chuckle, one he was all too familiar with filled the air.

“Well, well, well! If it isn’t my darling little Raimond!” Sultry dulcet purred against his ears “It’s been far too long! It seems to me you’ve made quite the name for yourself! Truly, I am so proud of you, mon cher!” Adelicia slipped away from the soul she had used and tormented in life, mocking grin etched deeply into her face as she clasped her hand together in apparent glee

“I’m glad you still adore me enough to look like me in death! I’m flattered, darling~”

#⊰IC⊱ On the Air || Adelicia #closed starter #this is based on an AU Buggy & I have on discord #in short Ade in this au is a primordial being that had been sealed away in a radio #Raimond buys her radio #this takes place in the 60s #she unwittingly frees her #she takes interest in the dark urges he so desperately tries to hide away #so she attaches to him #after tormenting him for awhile making him think that she is nothing but a hallucination #she desides in order to get a physical form she has to use him #and so she begins to act like she is in love with him #and emotionally manipulates him #into killing people and devouring human flesh #and when she is bored of him #at this point he is completely smitten and reliant on her #loves and adores her and would do anything for her #so she decides to #completely break him in the best way she knew how #this takes place in the future when he dies after being so throughly betrayed #and angry that he looks almost exactly like her #this is her coming back to hell to see her darling Rai #and i use the term darling sarcasticlly #has some pretty fucked up shit i'm not gunna mention here #long post

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