It was a dark evening, the shadows descending upon the small city of Unova rapidly with each passing second. A young figure darted from shadow to shadow, heading to the large building on the end of the block. The orphanage In the figures hand there was a basket no bigger than a regular sized sink, another sleeping figure in the basket. Watching the road with growing anxiety, the figure darted up the steps to the front of the orphanage, setting the basket on the topmost one. The figure pushed back it's hood to reveal a younger woman of about her mid-twenties, midnight black hair and blue eyes. "I will always love you my little princess." She whispered over the sleeping baby, tears sparkling in her eyes. Then with a swift movement she laid a note on the basket and rang the bell to the orphanage, disappearing on the spot less than a second later.
*15 years later*
The sun blazed down on the same city it had fifteen years ago, the only difference was the advancing technology in the area. The only building that had not changed during the renovations was the orphanage at the end of the block off main street, it's imposing figure creating a shadow that spread down half the street. A young girl sat in the shadows next to the steps, a black jacket over a dark purple dress and black and purple leggings. She sat oblivious to the outside world, white earbuds in each ear and her hood drawn against the harmful summer sun. The girl had sat in this exact spot for most of the summer, getting shunned from the other kids in the orphanage because of her eye color and her paleness.
So absorbed in her music, she didn't notice a couple boys approaching her until they stood almost atop her. The oldest boy was no more than 16 and the youngest was around 14, each of the other three boys somewhere in that range. They each held a stick on their shoulders, peering down at the girl until she looked up at them.
"Hey look! Jessebelle is sitting in the shade like a vampire!!" The oldest boy laughed, swinging his stick in an arc and hitting the girl, Jessebelle on the hand and leaving a red welt. Tears in her eyes from the pain, Jessebelle stood up and pushed back her hood, slipping her ipod into her pocket as well. "Now ickle little Jessebelle is crying!" The boy laughed again, motioning for the other boys to hit her. Before she could get her hands up to defend herself they were upon her, hitting every inch of exposed skin they could. When they finally stopped, they only did so because the dinner bell had rung.
Leaving Jessebelle barely conscious on the ground, the boys went inside to eat. If Jessebelle were to tell anybody this happened, they wouldn't believe her. All the adults in the orphanage thought she was the mischievous child always causing trouble when in fact she wasn't, most of the time. They always blamed her when weird things happened around the orphanage, like the time when a smaller boy was stealing her things, Jessebelle had somehow strung him from the rafters by his feet. He had been barely conscious when they got him down finally.
Watching the sun dip below the horizon, Jessebelle allowed herself to drift into unconsciousness laying curled up on the grass beside the steps of the orphanage.
*15 years later*
The sun blazed down on the same city it had fifteen years ago, the only difference was the advancing technology in the area. The only building that had not changed during the renovations was the orphanage at the end of the block off main street, it's imposing figure creating a shadow that spread down half the street. A young girl sat in the shadows next to the steps, a black jacket over a dark purple dress and black and purple leggings. She sat oblivious to the outside world, white earbuds in each ear and her hood drawn against the harmful summer sun. The girl had sat in this exact spot for most of the summer, getting shunned from the other kids in the orphanage because of her eye color and her paleness.
So absorbed in her music, she didn't notice a couple boys approaching her until they stood almost atop her. The oldest boy was no more than 16 and the youngest was around 14, each of the other three boys somewhere in that range. They each held a stick on their shoulders, peering down at the girl until she looked up at them.
"Hey look! Jessebelle is sitting in the shade like a vampire!!" The oldest boy laughed, swinging his stick in an arc and hitting the girl, Jessebelle on the hand and leaving a red welt. Tears in her eyes from the pain, Jessebelle stood up and pushed back her hood, slipping her ipod into her pocket as well. "Now ickle little Jessebelle is crying!" The boy laughed again, motioning for the other boys to hit her. Before she could get her hands up to defend herself they were upon her, hitting every inch of exposed skin they could. When they finally stopped, they only did so because the dinner bell had rung.
Leaving Jessebelle barely conscious on the ground, the boys went inside to eat. If Jessebelle were to tell anybody this happened, they wouldn't believe her. All the adults in the orphanage thought she was the mischievous child always causing trouble when in fact she wasn't, most of the time. They always blamed her when weird things happened around the orphanage, like the time when a smaller boy was stealing her things, Jessebelle had somehow strung him from the rafters by his feet. He had been barely conscious when they got him down finally.
Watching the sun dip below the horizon, Jessebelle allowed herself to drift into unconsciousness laying curled up on the grass beside the steps of the orphanage.
Being brought up, Neil was told he was to eventually protect someone very important but wasn't ever told who it was. After ten years of living on the mortal plane he died due to a murder, waking up in purgatory's judgement bureau and growing up under the watchful eye of the punishment division of hell. When he reached the age of sixteen he was told to go find a young girl at an orphanage and tell her who she truly was.
As the sun sat completely, Neil's hand broke through the dirt of the ground, then his other, then followed by the rest of his body. Looking around he saw he was in the right place, but he also saw a sight that made him cringe. The girl whom he was looking for lying on the cold ground. "Why is the mistress treated this way? They should fear and respect her as I was taught to." Neil said to himself, wiping the dirt off of the stitches on his face except for one side which was kind of gaping open. Believing the girl hadn't seen anything like him before, Neil took his jacket off and covered her with it. Afterwards he sat watch over her, making sure she was safe in her sleep.
As the sun sat completely, Neil's hand broke through the dirt of the ground, then his other, then followed by the rest of his body. Looking around he saw he was in the right place, but he also saw a sight that made him cringe. The girl whom he was looking for lying on the cold ground. "Why is the mistress treated this way? They should fear and respect her as I was taught to." Neil said to himself, wiping the dirt off of the stitches on his face except for one side which was kind of gaping open. Believing the girl hadn't seen anything like him before, Neil took his jacket off and covered her with it. Afterwards he sat watch over her, making sure she was safe in her sleep.
Jessebelle woke a couple hours later to the feeling of coldness seeping through both jackets she wore and the thin stockings on her legs. Dirt clung to her hair and clothes as she gingerly sat up, mentally checking herself for serious injuries. Her head was pounding and a pain had started in her left wrist, otherwise she was fine.
Sitting up, she immediately noticed the boy sitting close to her. The darkness concealed the gaping wound on the one side of his face and the stitches on the other, making Jessebelle believe that he was human. "Who are you?" She asked, carefully looking him over for a weapon of any kind.
Sitting up, she immediately noticed the boy sitting close to her. The darkness concealed the gaping wound on the one side of his face and the stitches on the other, making Jessebelle believe that he was human. "Who are you?" She asked, carefully looking him over for a weapon of any kind.
Once he heard her voice, Neil bowed in front of her, lowering his head as if not to make eye contact. "Are you well, mistress? Should I see that your wounds are taken care of?" He asked her, forgetting introductions for the moment.
Mistress? What has this guy been smoking? Jessebelle thought, looking him over again. She still couldn't see the wounds on his face because of the lighting, but he still looked in worse shape than her. "What do you mean 'Mistress'?" She asked, holding her left wrist in her right hand. The pain was becoming unbearable, she definitely broke her wrist this time.
Neil began to use his magic to heal her wrist. "Are you not mistress jessebelle?" He asked, still healing her wrist.
Wincing when he took her wrist, Jesebelle watched him with careful eyes. "I am Jesebelle, but what do you mean by 'mistress'?"
"You must return with me to the punishment division of hell. It is your true home, and I was brought up to be your servant." Neil said as he finished healing her.
"Ok, what have you been smoking?" She said it aloud this time, snatching her wrist back. It no longer hurt to move at all, like it was never broken. "And who are you?" She demanded, getting into a more defensive pose.
"I have told you, I am your servant. I was told to bring you home." Lightning striked close by, making Neil's face visible for a second.
"I think I would have remembered having a servant." She shot back, taking a step back. When the lightning struck across the sky, she caught a glimpse of his face and gasped. "Whats wrong with your face?"
Neil put a hand on the large unstitched gash on his face. "I died a rather long time ago. I was told you were taken from home at birth after I died and learned from the punishment division. Please mistress you must believe me."
"Why should I beleive someone I have just met and who is telling me things that make no sense whatsoever." Jessebelle argued, the shadows around her quivering as her voice raised slightly. She didn't believe Neil one bit, and she wasn't going anywhere with him so long as she was able to fight back.
"I was told to use force if necessary, but I do not wish to hurt you mistress." He said in a stern voice, trying to be kind and calm through this situation.
"Stop calling me that!" She yelled, the shadows around her quivering with every word. If this kept up her dormant powers would flare up unexpectedly, just like they did when the boy was found hanging from the rafters. "I am nobodies mistress, and I am not going anywhere!" She practically screamed, throwing her hands down in fury. As she did, the shadows around her molded themselves into hounds and stood in between her and the boy.
Neil saw the hounds and stepped back. He was afraid that this would happen. "Mistress, please calm down. Your powers are waking up. You must stay calm."
"Why should I calm down if you're trying to take me somewhere without telling me the whole story, or even the exact place we're going. You haven't even told me your name either." She continued to yell, lights on the block going on and curtains twitching with the noise she was creating.
Neil sighed and out the truth came like water over a cliff. "I am Neil evermore. And we are going to hell." The boy slammed his hand to the ground, his magic activating a portal underneath them both to the punishment division in hell.
Jessebelle felt the blood leave her face and her hair whip around her face as they descended into the ground, the portal transporting them to hell. Once there, Jessebelle stumbled and fell backwards, her dress fanning out on the ground. "Ok, so hell is real." She muttered to herself, shocked.
Neil stood up and dusted himself off. "My apologies, mistress. But I saw no other way to transport us. "
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