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Of the demons that inhabited Hell, very few were chosen for the privilege of Ascension. They were carefully selected for their roles and released not just for their works in Hell, but for what they could bring to the world above. These creatures were, once, human souls but their time in Hell had warped their emotions and their outlook until their souls were... Nothing compared to what they used to be. They weren't like the original demons of Hell, the ones that ruled the torture chambers, but they were the ones that were capable of returning to the Earth in a human form. In her span in Hell, she'd never seen someone be selected to Ascend, much less think that she herself would one day be chosen.
Yet here she stood on the cusp of it, ringed by the True Demons that murmured in the old language of the Heavens. Yvonne had been informed - briefly - of the situation that was happening topside and what she was tasked with. She was a cunning woman here in the Underworld, it wasn't hard to imagine that it would follow her onto the Earth. Her eyes closed as the voices hummed around her, individual ones indistinguishable from each other as she felt warmth rise in her chest. The warmth swiftly turned to a burn that was so intense she had to grit her teeth to prevent from calling out, back arching as she pressed into it instead of away. Her breath clawed out of her throat in a pained cry as the burn became unbearable, the voices gone as the world hung in stasis around her.
The stasis ended in a cold that she could comprehend, rain so chilly that it stung her skin on contact, steaming where it had touched. Yvonne's body slumped over itself on the wet ground, her breathing ragged as she struggled to gain her composure. She trembled, lifting her heavy head to look around her at a world she hadn't seen since she was alive. Even with the driving rain around her, the world looked... Beautiful. Her hands moved through the soggy ground and she pushed herself up onto all fours, feeling the rain beat down her spine as her long brown hair turned black and hung around her like a veil. It had been so long since she had walked this world... Yvonne didn't realize how much she missed it until she felt it in her hands, smelled the rich scent of turned earth and the distant smell of flowers.
Her eyes closed and she forced herself up onto trembling legs, getting herself together as she tilted her head back and stretched muscles that hadn't been used like this in quite a long time. The rain on her skin was almost enough to demur her away from the mission at hand, but it simmered away with the thought of what could happen to her if she returned to Hell without having completed what she was sent to do. Her legs were stubborn to move at first but found traction as she slogged her way through the thick mud towards the path she wasn't far from. The church was in the distance, a place that looked like a beacon that called out to her. She stopped at the edge of the pathway, hesitating as she stared at the warm glow of the candles through stained glass.
A reason. She needed a reason to seek sanctuary, something that would be convincing enough to make the priest take her in. A decent sized stone just off the path drew her attention and the backstory played into her mind as if it were a genuine memory. Her hand wrapped around it neatly and she held it, grip growing firm as her muscles remembered their purpose. With all the pain she had experienced in Hell, this would be nothing in comparison. The first strike against her face was a sharp pain, the skin splitting just beneath her eye and blood dripping down her jaw as the skin started to bruise already and swell. She struck it again on her free wrist, bruising but not breaking the joint. Another strike just inside her thighs, followed by another that was hard enough she let out a low grunt. The stone fell from her hand and rolled into the mud, its purpose served. Her good leg lead the way now to the church, stumbling through mud and injury to the doors.
Her muscles were still weak as she raised her arms, banging a clawed fist against the door. For the first time in a long time, she felt her eyes sting with something unfamiliar, a choke coming from her throat as she called out through the door in a wavering voice. "Sanctuary! Please, I beg for sanctuary!"
The voice sounded pitiful, the sound of a victim. It didn't sound like her own. It was weak. A dim memory tried to spark in the back of her head but she kicked it back into the dusts of her dead life, her good hand pounding on the heavy door as she slumped against it, feeling hot tears weep down her pale and bloodied face.
Yet here she stood on the cusp of it, ringed by the True Demons that murmured in the old language of the Heavens. Yvonne had been informed - briefly - of the situation that was happening topside and what she was tasked with. She was a cunning woman here in the Underworld, it wasn't hard to imagine that it would follow her onto the Earth. Her eyes closed as the voices hummed around her, individual ones indistinguishable from each other as she felt warmth rise in her chest. The warmth swiftly turned to a burn that was so intense she had to grit her teeth to prevent from calling out, back arching as she pressed into it instead of away. Her breath clawed out of her throat in a pained cry as the burn became unbearable, the voices gone as the world hung in stasis around her.
The stasis ended in a cold that she could comprehend, rain so chilly that it stung her skin on contact, steaming where it had touched. Yvonne's body slumped over itself on the wet ground, her breathing ragged as she struggled to gain her composure. She trembled, lifting her heavy head to look around her at a world she hadn't seen since she was alive. Even with the driving rain around her, the world looked... Beautiful. Her hands moved through the soggy ground and she pushed herself up onto all fours, feeling the rain beat down her spine as her long brown hair turned black and hung around her like a veil. It had been so long since she had walked this world... Yvonne didn't realize how much she missed it until she felt it in her hands, smelled the rich scent of turned earth and the distant smell of flowers.
Her eyes closed and she forced herself up onto trembling legs, getting herself together as she tilted her head back and stretched muscles that hadn't been used like this in quite a long time. The rain on her skin was almost enough to demur her away from the mission at hand, but it simmered away with the thought of what could happen to her if she returned to Hell without having completed what she was sent to do. Her legs were stubborn to move at first but found traction as she slogged her way through the thick mud towards the path she wasn't far from. The church was in the distance, a place that looked like a beacon that called out to her. She stopped at the edge of the pathway, hesitating as she stared at the warm glow of the candles through stained glass.
A reason. She needed a reason to seek sanctuary, something that would be convincing enough to make the priest take her in. A decent sized stone just off the path drew her attention and the backstory played into her mind as if it were a genuine memory. Her hand wrapped around it neatly and she held it, grip growing firm as her muscles remembered their purpose. With all the pain she had experienced in Hell, this would be nothing in comparison. The first strike against her face was a sharp pain, the skin splitting just beneath her eye and blood dripping down her jaw as the skin started to bruise already and swell. She struck it again on her free wrist, bruising but not breaking the joint. Another strike just inside her thighs, followed by another that was hard enough she let out a low grunt. The stone fell from her hand and rolled into the mud, its purpose served. Her good leg lead the way now to the church, stumbling through mud and injury to the doors.
Her muscles were still weak as she raised her arms, banging a clawed fist against the door. For the first time in a long time, she felt her eyes sting with something unfamiliar, a choke coming from her throat as she called out through the door in a wavering voice. "Sanctuary! Please, I beg for sanctuary!"
The voice sounded pitiful, the sound of a victim. It didn't sound like her own. It was weak. A dim memory tried to spark in the back of her head but she kicked it back into the dusts of her dead life, her good hand pounding on the heavy door as she slumped against it, feeling hot tears weep down her pale and bloodied face.