Porsha and her father made their way through the wreckage of the city as more men and women were at war with one another. Porsha was older now, about 17, and learned more things that she could ever learn. How to survive, evade, and keep out of sight from anyone who could cause them harm. Her father was running and racing to get her to a safe place when it happened. Blackruth found him, with no other choice, no other option after he saw his little girl shattered to pieces in front of him.

"Let me heal her." Moon begged while being pinned down by the two birds.

"What is in it for me?" Blackruth asked one of the men.

"She's a china doll? Oh! I get it now. A porcelain doll, now that makes sense." One of the birds cawed cackling.

"Such a poor thing. With all this on her shoulders, how will she cope with the loss of her family?" The other spoke with an unforgiving scratchy tone.

"Now-now-now, we must not tease the little doll." Blackruth said, looking at Porsha's broken body. "It must be a tragedy to have that sort of life."

"I will finish the machine if you let me heal her." Moon broke the mockery of his child with one sentence that sealed his damnation to Blackruth.

"Deal." Blackruth grinned as the birds released Moon from their hold.

"P-Porsha..." Moon pulled his distraught emotions together as he raised his hands. His hands started the glow and Porsha was beginning to become whole again. "Can you hear me, love?"

She opened eyes and he Held out his hand. "W-what happened?"

"Just a bad dream, but you are okay now." Moon said hugging his precious daughter.

~~~(End of Porsha's Dream)~~~

Porsha opened her eyes wearily as she sat up in her bed. She remembered the memory she had recalled in her sleep while rubbing her eyes to get her awake. No, he was protecting me...wasn't he? Porsha thought, her mind piecing together something, and getting up quickly out of the bed. She fell flat on the floor with a loud thud, causing Dice to jolt awake.

"H-HUhhh?" Dice sputtered while trying to see what happened. He saw Porsha, "H-hey! Take it easy, Porsha!" and helped her up.

"I know you are going to hate me for asking this, but I need to talk to someone." Porsha replied, now standing by her self.

"Who?"

"The Devil."

Dice was taken back by her response. "Are you serious? Him of all people?"

"I know it sounds strange, but he knows something and I need to make sure it is right...I recalled something from my dream about my father...and it may have something to do with this..." She handed him the glue from her bathroom and compared it to hers. "They are almost the same type and structure, but yours may have a different component than mine."

"How so?" Dice asked and looked at her legs.

She took off her bandages and they revealed her legs, now soft and not as breakable. "Whatever is in yours was what my father put in mine, but more valuable for dolls and other types of porcelain beings."

"So, this is a hunch. What I have here could be the final product of your father's so-called 'glue'?"

"Exactly, or at least I hope my hypothesis is right."

"Do you really want to speak to him?" He asked again, hoping for a different answer.

"Yes, please, just one conversation and then I am done." Porsha answered and took his hand.

He glared at her with skepticism and sighed while reluctantly giving in. "Alright. Fine. Get ready and I will take you."

"Thank you." Porsha hugged him and he chuckled, returning her embrace. "I'll be ready in a moment!"

Porsha went to get ready, as did Dice, while something new was brewing outside of Inkwell. Foxtrot was growing impatient. He wanted to move in and take over this pathetic town. He would have done it before, if it hadn't been for his ex-lover, Dice, but he was prepared this time. The cards were still guarding the isle, so, he could not enter for some time. But magic always runs out and all he had to do was wait.

"Boss wants to speak to you." One of the wolves said.

"Put him on." Foxtrot commanded with the crack of a whip in his hand.

"Where is she?" Moon asked and Foxtrot answered elegantly.

"Still in Inkwell. With a new false reality that she can live in a fantasy with the man of her dreams."

"You bring us the girl and your family is set free from their hellish pit." The man in the moon explained as his voice changed to someone different. It was darker, muffled, and almost in pain when it spoke.

"Remember, you are Moon. You want your daughter to be safe. She is Porsha Doll and you are her father." Foxtrot spoke, knowing the being was breaking apart again.

"Y-yes, I am Moon Doll. My wife was murdered by Blackruth and my daughter was taken by them. Retrieve her and bring her to me." The voice retaliated back it Moon's normal tone.

"You may need to come here yourself. This ain't going to be easy with the guards here." Foxtrot replied as he grinned.

"Then I will come in three days time." Moon answered and Cut off the connection.

Foxtrot laughed as he laid down on the ground. "This will be fun boys! I may even get my Dicey back with turning that flapper in!"

While the wolves were gathering around Foxtrot, Porsha was done getting ready to go. She walked into her living room and noticed Dice in a white shirt, covered by a purple vest. With his shirt tucked into his purple slacks and his dark purple shoes. All Porsha put on a salmon pink blouse and a red skirt. She slipped on her boots and got her side purse form the hat rack. Porsha reached for her coat, but Dice pushed it away from her hands.

"You won't need a coat." Dice said, putting it back on the rack.

"What? It is January, love. There is snow on the ground everywhere." She spoke with confusion in her voice.

"Well, he is already here." Dice replied as the Devil popped in from the ceiling.

"I like places where it is warmer, to be honest." The demon complained as Porsha noticed he was shivering.

"Let me start a fire for you." Porsha said but the demon raised his hand.

"I got that for you." He snapped his fingers and the fireplace was lit. "Now, then..." He started, "...what did you want to speak to me about?" then finished while the two sat down on the couch.

"Take a seat because this will take a moment." Porsha explained, motioning him to sit down in the recliner across from the couch.

"Alright, what is it then? I do have a schedule to keep."

"Yes, yes, you helping the actual Devil with hell." Porsha replied and Dice shot her a look.

"You really are his daughter. When did you find out?" The Devil asked, impressed that she knew so much.

"The moment you brought me back from the dead. Even the real guy wouldn't do that because he knows better. Although, you almost had this whole town in your hands at one point." Porsha stated and knew what he would say next.

"Yep! If it wasn't for those blasted cup brothers then I would still have a casino and all my workers." The demon scoffed bitterly, turning his head.

"Okay, what does this have to do with the glue?" Dice broke the conversation and the demon's ears perked up.

"Glue?" He asked perplexed. "What glue?"

"The glue you used to fix me up when I got hurt all the time!" Dice tossed the bottle at him and the Devil caught it.

"Oh! This is what I got from her old man!"

"So, that was his? He finished making it?" Porsha asked and the demon nodded in agreement.

"He sure did. Had a lot of these things to while making the machine because of all the accidents. Also, he wanted you to be safe and out of Blackruth's hands." The Devil answered her and she sighed.

"So, he was working on the machine while making this? We stopped the machine and Aster city turned into nothing but a field of wildflowers. Then why is Foxtrot calling me a doll? I have only heard that when I was with my father and Blackruth. A doll, or a morning star that was smudged out by mankind, that could do something."

"Miss Porsha." The Devil spoke in a serious tone.

"Yes?"

"Are you sure you want to know what you are?" He asked while resting his elbow on his knees and interlocking his fingers.

"Yes, I need to know what I am. I noticed I have had a power that was not here before and now I am becoming brittler without my father's glue." Porsha stated sternly looking at him.

"You ever heard of Voodoo?"

She nodded and Dice chimed into the conversation. "She is not a voodoo doll, so, don't beat around the bush."

"But on the contrary voodoo dolls can be made out of many things. Some to harm and some to protect. You saw the doll that time you two woke up from that dream of talkin' to me right? With her throwing it in the fire and it regenerating is a sign of you, Porsha, as well. Those dolls can be made out of different things too, besides cloth and yarn, while others can be able to set a curse on anyone they lay eyes on. Porsha you are a special type of doll and are the last of your kind." The Devil explained as he leaned in closer, resting his head on his hands.

"A porcelain doll?" She scoffed, but the demon closed his eyes with his reply.

"No, dear, you are a doll that dates back the greeks and is passed down from generation to generation. You just so happen to be rumored in Voodoo lore as well. You are what we call a Custos Doll."

"A guardian doll? Custos means guardian in Latin, so, why am I one?" Porsha never heard of one before until now.

"You're unique. One of a kind and anyone who has you as their friend, lover, or mother will be guarded by the souls you have impacted. The blue whisps that always are around you are the ones you have helped. Some are even new ones and old ones."

"So, what happened at Aster? When I allowed all of those souls to flow into my body, so, they could be set free. Are they still here? I thought they found their resting place."

"They did, but you have something that they gave ya." The demon said smiling. "They gave ya their blessing and that is key."

"So, she has supernatural powers now because of it?" Dice asked and Porsha noticed the devil's response was a bit strange.

"Wait, powers run out and are limited. So, How are mine unique?" She added, wanting to know more.

"You are correct on that. Which reminds me, King." The Devil noticed Dice's hands were covered by his gloves. "You need another one of those potions before the day is out. Your body can only take so much as well."

"I know my limit as do you, sir." Dice reminded the demon that he could take care of himself.

"Right-right, you are lucky that you don't burn out as well Miss Doll." He said as he stood up.

"Burn out? So, do I have a limit?" Porsha asked again, still wanting an answer.

The Devil chuckled, "I believe you need to figure that one out for yourself." and vanished with the flames going out in the fireplace.

Dice noticed Porsh standing up, "Porsha, what is that mind of yours thinking?" while he took her hand.

"I need to know my limit. If it is what he said...take me to the casino and the boy's house."

Dice understood and went with her to where the rubble of the casino laid on the untouched forest ground. Vines, leaves, and other wildlife were taking over the rubble of the once vibrant casino. Dice had so many memories of this place, some good, some bad, and some just plain simple. He recalled something that was in the safe of his office and realized that Foxtrot was wearing it around his neck. Shit! Dice knew that this would be a problem because it was something that could change the course of winning or losing a fight.

Porsha could still feel all the beings, souls, or spirits around them. She lifted her hands, knowing for some reason to do so, and blue whisps appeared around her. "Tell me everything that happened here. Leave no stone untouched and make these desiccated walls talk." She closed her eyes and when she opened her now purple glowing eyes.

"You want to know the truth?" One soul spoke swaying around the two.

"But do you know the cost?" Another said as Dice answered.

"I know the cost of knowledge can lead to damnation or redemption. Now show her everything!" Dice ordered them and Porsha realized his eyes were glowing bright green.

"Your eyes..."

"Yours glow as well." Dice stated, holding her cheek gently.

"Well, it is a first...now" She looked around her as the whisps grew in numbers.

"To seek knowledge is either for damnation or redemption. You will find many things that will be unpleasant or reassuring. This is the price of knowledge and you seek the history that these walls and Island left behind." The souls spoke in unison as they told the history of Inkwell Isle.

~~~(Monologue)~~~

Inkwell started out as a place where people could raise a family. Everything was built from the ground up, from the first building to the last, and event he docks were crafted by the hands of these people. It was a beautiful and thriving town, but as all towns that live in peace, there was a fear of war brewing among them. With a man leading a pack of wolves. He was known to be a man from far away. He was a raven or crow, but no one really knows what he was. The blackbird entered the island and with his swift tongue and persuasive words got the people of Inkwell to build a casino. For the Devil's due, he was pleased and watched each sinful souls come through the casino doors and end them in damnation. If one makes a deal with evil then one has to pay for it as well.

Now there was one, they say from the moon, who made his way to the casino in hopes of redemption. His wife, that he loved like the orbiting moon around the sun, was wanting a child. Sadly she could not bear, so, he sought help form all things. He tried everything holy to help them, but to no avail. He now sought the wicked and unjust to give them a chance at being a family. He got his answer, but at a cost. He was to help the blackbird with his work and his wife would be able to conceive a child.

Another came to the casino, leading a pack of wolves, and entered the establishment. She wanted to control and knew how to get it in every way. So, she made a deal as well to aid in the black bird's work. The man and woman worked together, but the woman took over every part of Inkwell to make it her own living hell. The man noticed, after his child was born, that she grew ill, as did other people around them. He and his wife left for the City of Rebirth as the woman spread the disease more with her pack.

When the man came back with the cure, he found a child, no more than 15, had defeated the woman and sent the wolves scurrying away. He handed the townspeople the cure and left. After this happened he lost his beloved child after the blackbird shot him dead. But, it is funny about death, if you are damned then you do not die. Now the man found the pack of wolves and took hold of the order. The man from the moon now controlled them and did as he pleased. A distraught, but the eager fox was lurking around the outskirts of the casino when the man found him.

He made a deal with the fox to find his daughter and bring him to her. The boy would be able to make another deal and have whatever he desired afterword. What the fox desired was for the wolves to be eradicated and the man agreed. Now the fox is here, in sight of his deal, and the man is coming in three days time.

What will you do now that you know the truth? Although that is not the rest, for history is everchanging in the present and near future. The truth of these walls at least, these walls could only talk more, but you need not that other history of the man standing next to you.

~~~Author's Note~~~

End of another chapter and the beginning of more answers! Whooooooo! Backstories are coming! More Lore as well! Thanks for reading and Stay awesome!