Chapter 37: The Bitch
The car had run out of gas the moment Angel Dust had reached Runesville. To his ire, the only gas station available had high prices (nobility living in the area and all). Rather than accepting the dealer's offer of gas for a quickie, the spider demon shot the only demon available to help him out.
Then it started to rain.
Tires scratching almost had Angel Dust fear the return of Val's ghastly limousine.
The sight of a baboon demon driving the black limousine didn't make him feel better.
The back window rolled down. The one Ars Goetia duke who could NEVER be caught by Valentino's business stared back at him.
"Mr. Anthony Ruggiero." Duke Gusion greeted the spider demon. "What are you doing out there in the rain? Come in! I'd rather avoid interacting with Valentino through a lawsuit!"
Angel Dust silently got in, the limo riding off as soon as he closed the door. Unlike most limos he'd been into, this one was plainly black leathered seats and a grey-feathered carpet floor. No glass drawers, no TV, and no liquor buckets could be seen.
Gusion snapped her fingers. A brown fur coat landed on top of Angel's shoulders, evaporating any wetness on his fur.
"I can drop you off at the princess' hotel after I make a quick drop-off at Stolas' house." Gusion patted a nice silver package crowned by a sequin blue bow. "The darling Indigo Caligo and the Radio Demon are staying there for the night. It's been spread that she had an awful encounter! I got her a little something to cheer her up."
"Actually, I'm supposed to meet up with them there… after the awful encounter." It no longer surprised Angel that the Duke had addressed him with his human name. The events from Bootleg Borough must have reached the ears of all the Ars Goetia.
"Oh, wonderful!" Gusion clapped her hands. "I can drop you off there then!"
The spider demon just nodded.
Her condescending way of faking sympathy made him wish to hurl.
"Hopefully Stolas knows how to reward you two properly. Keeping the Goetia's favorite safe from the mafia!"
"Gustav struck her."
"Yeah… But he's the boyfriend of Mammon's nephew. Partners of the Deadly Sins can get away with anything. I'm sure you understand."
"Well, Vaggie does get to do what she wants…"
"Who?" Gusion shook her head. "No, no, no! You and the Radio Demon!"
Angel Dust stiffened. His grip on the fur coat tightened.
"Duke who knows all things that have occurred. In Hell." Angel Dust watched Gusion file her own nails. "First greeting aside, you've known him for, what, a year? STILL haven't bedded him! And that mosquito of a boss you have never got a fucking idea like you fucking one of their competitors for dirt."
The spider demon stared back at her.
"Coincidental, maybe, that Fate just HAPPENS to have you in the same area when Vox tries to get the upper hand on Alastor? That Indigo Caligo just HAPPENS to be the closest thing you got to a tethering?"
Angel Dust's eyes glowed in anger.
Beneath his coat, his third pair of arms prepared to pull out a gun.
"You got it bad for Alastor. No point lying, Anthony."
He growled at her amusement.
"I don't know what's funnier. Your insecurity about being trapped into a romance shattered by lust or his insecurity about being trapped by title-pursuing violators? Actually, I find it funnier that no matter how shitty your insecurities are and you try to deny it, you both like one another!"
Angel Dust felt the anger boiling. "I guess you enjoy watching others be miserable."
He couldn't feel his gun anymore. To his shock, Gusion had summoned it into her hands. The weapon melted into a silvery liquid, dripping from her fingers and blending with the carpeted floor. Her fingernails acquired a new, shiny color. "I'm more interested in watching people I don't like being miserable. And I REALLY want to see Valentino be miserable!"
Of course…
"You know, your father wasn't incorrect. Alastor and Indigo can certainly help you escape Valentino's grasp…"
"I'd rather suck a pussy than get them anywhere near Val for such a fucking thing."
The limousine came to a sudden halt. Angel Dust looked at the Duke, so calm in expression but dangerous in hierarchy. He expected her to strangle him. Dismember him. Have her chauffeur fuck him and dump his ass on the sidewalk.
"Attachment. How noble… for a sinner. I'm not surprised that the princess hasn't redeemed you yet. In your own misery of fame, addiction, and assault… you find things of emotional tethering… Redemption could cost you those that DO matter to you."
Gusion pressed a button. Angel Dust hadn't noticed how dark the windows really were. A push of the button and the coloring changed. On her left, the walls of Stolas' mansion greeted them. On her right, however…
Angel Dust trembled at what awaited on Gusion's right window.
They were in Runesville. Yet for some reason…
Angel Dust could see the front door of Porn Studios.
Even with the windows down… the music's vibrations shook the walls. Suffocating trails of cigarette smoke, sweat and cum stench, slipped through the AC.
Angel Dust crawled back into a corner.
"When redemption fails you, you'll wind up crawling back to the same pit you were trying to escape from. Condemned to a life of endless subjugation… Well, that's your backup option!" Gusion admired her nails. "But if redemption fails the darling… I suppose you can imagine what Paimon will do. Without the protection of those she trusts most… Then again, even if you were around, Paimon will seek excuses. How the princess and her well-protected hotel couldn't protect the Goetia Darling…"
Angel Dust bolted up. "Don't. FUCKING. DARE! You WILL NOT drag her into your palaces permanently!"
"It won't be dragging if Paimon can complain to the Devil about the weak antichrist risking the life of his asset." Gusion put her hand down. "I myself think Indigo would make a fine Goetia…"
"Not as long as I live!" Angel's finger audaciously poked the Duke's beak.
She casually, but gently, pushed it away. The Porn Studios vanished from the window screen, showing the regular streets of Runesville instead. "Then LIVE, Anthony," Gusion said. "If they really matter to you, prove it to them. Gain their help and earn your freedom. Become the demon you could have always been, and Alastor will see you as everything else but the pornstar everyone wanted. Become powerful enough, and Indigo's safety in Hell would no longer be an issue. Become the family you always wished to have… and Paimon might respect you."
The door opened. Angel Dust stepped out.
He turned to face Gusion.
"I thought you had to drop off the package…"
"Eh. I'll drop it off later." Gusion pointed at the palace. "Besides… If you want to live, you might want to check on Alastor… You know how vulnerable he is when wasted."
Angel looked at the palace.
His legs carried him as fast as he could. The imp servants pulled the doors opened for him.
He didn't pay attention to Gusion closing the door of her limousine.
"Bernard." Gusion snapped her fingers. Her package dropped into her chauffeur's lap. "Drop this off at the main entrance, will you?"
The chauffeur did as told, leaving the Duke alone in her vehicle. The seeds of insecurities have been planted. Gusion trusted that the prostitute would… keep her prey clean.
What she needed next were her personal favorite ingredients.
Jealousy and parental fear.
Gusion made a call on her limo's landline. "Richest Cup? Hello. Duke Gusion of the Ars Goetia. I'd like to a special reservation. Teatime. The occasion?" Gusion looked back at the palace, a smile on her beak. "Oh, just a casual hangout. You know. High-ranking duke fraternizing with a high-ranking Overlord. Do I still get that discount?"
Back at the palace
Angel Dust would have probably ripped apart the palace hallways if Stolas hadn't run into him.
"Where's Alastor?" The spider demon demanded.
"In the guest room." Stolas showed him the way. "He requested a drink."
"Fuck… is he drunk?"
"With MY absinthe? Either unconscious or comatose… It's how I put up with heartache." Stolas showed him the fancy, golden framed door of the guestroom. "The girls are tucked in… I'm sorry…"
"No, I appreciate you letting us stay here, ya Highness." Angel held his hands up.
"He got drunk… miserable of his situation." Stolas sighed. "I'd be in the same if my daughter was put in danger… and I couldn't help her…" Stolas shook his head and tipped his hat at Angel Dust. "We'll escort you back after breakfast. I hope you get plenty of rest, Mr. Dust."
Angel watched the Goetia leave, perhaps retreating to his own chambers. His pink eyes looked around the majestic architecture, carnivorous potted plants, and painted portraits. From this angle, he almost felt like a bird in a cage. But the cage wasn't his…
Even royalty couldn't escape a gilded cage.
Valentino kept trying to shove Angel Dust back into a staged cage.
Alastor was certainly trapped in his own prison… whatever metaphorical one he had.
Angel Dust didn't pay attention to the guestroom's fancy decoration once he stepped in. He focused more on what was ahead, his legs carrying him across the room. The spider demon knelt down, removing the absinthe bottle away from Alastor.
Only three-quarters filled. Angel quickly tossed the bottle out of the balcony.
Alastor was in a horrible mess, leaning on the couch with his head dangling from the edge. His coat was discarded on the ground, his shirt soaked in green absinthe stains.
Angel Dust immediately hated the lack of a smile on Alastor.
"Can I… have a knife, please?" Alastor hiccuped.
"No." Angel refused to indulge in a potential suicidal thought. He gently lifted Alastor into his arms. Tears could be felt on his chest fur.
"Why am I not… on the couch?"
"Because you need an actual bed." Angel Dust lied him down gently against the dark red mattress cover. "I'll take the couch…"
"Half-breeds like me…"
Angel covered Alastor's mouth with his hand to silence him. "Al, I've had enough phobia for one day. I will slap you awake if you insult yourself. You're not well, so you stay in bed."
His palm felt a soft, but evident nip. Tooth against skin.
Angel Dust didn't express any anger. It was only a small nip. Not an actual bite.
"I… hate your taste…" Alastor squinted in dizziness. "Your flesh is… too sweet… Like beignets… with too much powdered sugar. I don't like the tastes of people I… l… lo…" His face fell against the cushion. "Stay with me?"
"Can't really trust you to stay by yourself." Angel was glad that a pitcher of water and glasses were provided. After a quick trip to the bathroom, he returned from the bathroom with a towel. Once soaked, it was applied on Alastor's forehead. The spider managed to get the deer to drink some water.
"I did nothing today…" Alastor whimpered.
"Ya had my back… and ya fucking used a blowgun. Ya could have been a mobster if ya weren't a radio host."
"You're… not bother… bothered?"
"Al, we're in Hell, OK? We got imps dressing up as clowns, Hellhounds with poodle heads, sinners who literally become animated inanimate objects, crazy fucking avian nobles, deadly sins that sound like Broadway actors or Ke$ha, and Charlie. Last thing on my mind is what your human skin color used to be." Angel sighed, lying the towel to dry. "How you used to be doesn't change my opinions on you… I value you, but I don't think I can trust you."
Alastor groaned. "We suck at that, don't we?"
Angel Dust paused.
"We can talk about it tomorrow." He tucked Alastor underneath the sheets. The deer opened his mouth to say something, but his drunkenness forced him into unconsciousness.
The spider shook his head. He wouldn't be surprised if Alastor forgot all about it in the morning.
Too tired, he passed out on the couch.
Unaware of the shadow scaling the castle walls.
Meanwhile
In his chamber, Stolas' grip tightened on the photography.
His father had been mailing around copies of the Seventeenth Brunch. Stolas had just received a copy of the one taken with the girls and Paimon.
Just seeing the picture, he wanted to rip out his father's eyes for making Via uncomfortable. Gusion had texted one picture WITHOUT Paimon that she had received.
Paimon certainly didn't bother editing Stolas and Stella's obviously spiteful wedding pictures, but this? That was just as bad as the repetitive tabloids concerning Valentino and Vox being Hell's on-an-off Overlord couple.
Eighteen fucking years to ensure his daughter had a good life, void of the Goetia toxicity, and her grandfather suddenly pampers his assets?
He ripped the photography to shreds.
If this was Hell's way to poke him about how he ruined his own romance, HE GOT IT! But whatever was occurring between Octavia and Indigo…
"The fuck are you doing?"
Stolas would almost curse himself for leaving the balcony door unlocked if he hadn't recognized the voice.
"Expressing parental wrath." Stolas turned to the window.
He should be happy. Overjoyed. But his heartbroken guilt and current state of anger made him still while Blitz stood by the doorway. The grimoire was in his arms.
Could only mean one thing…
"How are things with your business?" Stolas asked, sitting down on the couch.
"Packed. Clients trying to get a head start for the day after exterminations. Half-price sales, ya know?" Blitz picked up a ripped piece, noticing the portion of Via's face. "Press targeting ya kid again?"
"No. Via's grandfather is using her for publicity… And I got the edited version."
"Ya want me to kill the editor?"
Stolas chuckled at the imp's suggestion. "No thank you… But I might take inspiration on that suggestion."
Stolas could hear the imp's fingers tapping against the book.
"Is it about the voicemail I left you?" The prince asked.
Blitz rolled his eyes. "Not everything is about ya."
"I know."
Blitz hesitated.
Like they did at their first reunion, Blitz jumped on the couch, only sitting a good distance away from Stolas. "Are you… gonna blame me for you divorcing that bitch?"
"The bitch was always one before you and I… But after what happened at Ozzie's… I only put up with her for Via. Via's of age now…" He groaned. "I should have taken Gusion's advice and used taxidermy on Stella."
Stolas turned to look at the imp he cherished. "The only thing I blame is myself for not telling my daughter earlier that my marriage was already awful… and for only considering how being with you made me feel… and not thinking of the unfairness you experienced with me."
The imp scrunched his face. "Unfair? The fuck are you talking about?"
"Really, Blitz?" Stolas scoffed. "In which circle did I treat you fairly? The only reasoned I allow you to use my grimoire is for sex!"
"So what, you throw yourself a fucking shitty party because of the mess we're in?" Blitz waved his hands in the air. "Look! I got nothin' to make up for borrowing your book! I'm an imp, Stolas! I got nothing! I am nothing!"
"NOT TO ME!" In a fit of anger, Stolas morphed into his shadowy true form.
Blitz stared back at the angered Goetia. "I told you before! Don't act like we're more than me fucking you!"
"And I told YOU I'm done being unfair with you!" Stolas loomed over him. Blitz stiffened. The Ars Goetia retransformed in his default form. "Once I'm done with my business on Earth in February, I'm going to Asmodeus to require a better means of transportation for you and your colleagues to the Mortal Realm."
"Better me… What are you saying?" Blitzo shook his head.
Stolas took a deep breath. "You won't be needing my grimoire once I get an Asmodeus Crystal for you. Don't worry, you can still use it for now."
"So, you're sick of your horniness? Is that it?" Blitz snarled. "You're throwing me out like a piece of trash?"
"No. I already threw Stella out!"
"Oh, so I'm the cheaper trash!"
Skittering noises came from the hallway.
Curious, Stolas opened the door by an inch. He spotted his daughter running down towards the staircase.
"Stolas?" Blitz frowned.
The Ars Goetia quietly shushed the imp and turned off the lights. Both snuck to the balcony and peaked over the edge.
Octavia was meeting up with Loona in the terrace. A fancy tailcoat was being tossed around in Octavia's angry fists.
"What the… Looney?" Blitz was surprised that Loona was here. Had she followed him?
…
Blitz was wrong. Loona hadn't followed him. Just around the time he left their apartment, Loona had gotten a text from Via.
Via had gone to the kitchen to put away the tea set when one of the servants revealed the package dropped off by Gusion's chauffeur. Suspicious from the start, Via found the tailcoat Gusion had purchased as a gift for the 'Goetia Darling.' There wasn't even a note, but Octavia could already imagine Gusion cackling.
Thus why, in the time present, she had Loona shake the tailcoat roughly in her fanged mouth. Scraps of fabric flew everywhere.
Loona admired her handiwork. The once fancy tailcoat was now a sleeveless midriff shirt. "Can I keep it?"
"Burn it if you want. I don't want Gusion to go around giving shit to Indigo." Octavia hissed. "What kind of message is that, anyway? 'We're glad you got out of Bootleg Borough'?"
"Is that what it said?"
"No. But it's like somebody giving you a sarcastic present when you just survived an assassination attempt. And Gusion has been trying to butter Indigo onto her good side." Octavia wrapped her shawl tighter to keep the breeze from ruffling her feathers.
"So…" Loona put on her new jacket. "What's next?"
"Well, my dad is probably having some kinda chat with YOUR dad. Then I… guess we're having the Radio Demon and Angel Dust for breakfast… And they're going back to the hotel…"
Loona flicked Octavia's forehead. "I meant what's next with Indigo and you?"
Octavia let out a bird's hiss. "Not you too, Loona!"
"What, me too?" Loona pulled out a cigarette. She leaned against a chair, paws on the table, as she started smoking. "I thought it was pretty obvious since the mall. And Naberius keeps texting about your denial."
Octavia's eyes glowed. She vowed in the back of her mind to one day subject Naberius to her taxidermy skills.
Her hand dragged a spare chair and she roughly sat down on it. "We're just friends."
Loona skeptically frowned.
Octavia groaned. "Loona, even if I did have… above platonic feelings, it wouldn't work."
"Well, make it work before another bitch does."
"That's just it, Loona! I can't make it work because my bitch-ass grandfather is clearly using her for publicity, and… with… You know…"
"Not ready for a Stolitz 2.0."
"Stol… What?"
"The ship name I made up for our dad. Stolitz. Basically, you wouldn't want to repeat it. And you don't want Indigo to feel like she'll be beneath you." Loona crushed her burnt out cigarette against the table. "You don't have it in you to upset her… I wish my dad was more like you… He's always so depressed about how he's gonna die alone… How he doesn't deserve to be loved… The idea of someone actually loving him scares him…"
"But… you love him, don't you?" Octavia frowned.
"Duh. But your kid caring about ya ain't the same as your partner caring for you."
"Now you make it sound like MY dad… Always wallowing on how he didn't realize that his stupid words made his guy feel like a throwable toy… when he's developing feelings… Again, if this is too complicated for OUR dads, Indigo's safer as just my friend."
…
Eavesdropping from the balcony, Blitz's eyed widened at Stolas. "Wait… You have feelings for me?"
"You think you deserve to die alone? Blitz!" Stolas hissed.
…
"Trust me though, Via. Ya play the friend card, and next thing you know, she'll end up with another demon who's out of her fucking league, YOU can't beat that demon!" Loona lit another cigarette. "Happened to me… Good thing Vortex and I are still friends."
"Uh… Loona, how exactly out of his league is that guy's partner?"
"Bee-Lzebub. And she's impossibly nice! Not, sugary nice like Princess Charlie, but nice enough to keep inviting me to more parties…"
Octavia gripped her chair.
"Yeah! Well… Nobody's good enough for Indigo! She doesn't even like the other Goetia nobles our age! Addison is clearly taken with Gustav… Is it just me, or do the Seven Deadly Sins really like dating the lower class? Anyway, Damian and Sahara are too in love with having fun for anyone else… I don't even know why we're talking about this!"
Loona got up and stretched.
"Besides, what if it's one of those bullshits where you tell someone you like them, but you get friend-zoned?"
"You don't have to do it next week, for fuck's sake! Just… think about it, OK?" Loona pulled something out of her shirt's collar. A folder flyer that she gave to Octavia. "Vortex gave me a couple flyers for the Monster Gladiator Match that Missy Zilla's hosting on January 6th. Bee heard that your grandpa led the sponsorship for the bee monstrosity from her Ring. She gave Vortex a bunch of VIP passes. He gave me four extras so I could invite four friends over. Ya wanna go with Indigo?"
Octavia's eyes widened as she smiled at the flyer. "Velvet called Indigo an inconvenience… I totally want to watch her get bankrupted when the jellyfish she sponsored gets squashed by the bee monster!"
Loona giggled. "Noted. I'll bring ya the passes over after Extermination day."
In the morning
August Aglais was always the kind of person to pull an all-nighter. This one was no different than any other.
He was merely doing what he did best for seven straight hours at night. Safe in his palace penthouse, relaxing by the window while finalizing his compilation of NV user data.
Lowest rates of followers meant a user wasn't envious enough. Lowest likes for product posts meant that things weren't envious enough. August was unfortunate to have grown with the Von Ouroboros mentality that 'what isn't envious or envied enough is useless.' At least, with the benefits of the Hazbin Hotel…
His phone wound up on voicemail.
"Hi, Charlotte. August Aglais here. Listen, I know you still don't like it, but I really think our conversation could come with results. I just gathered data on some potential candidates for your program. If you say no, I'm still mailing it to you. I'll talk to Asmodeus about it after Extermination Day. Bye."
Just as he ended his voicemail, the phone buzzed.
Indigo's number popped up.
"Hey, Indigo!" August answered, closing his laptop. "Sorry we didn't talk at the garden party. I wanted to say hi! How've you been?"
"Swell…"
From the other line, the sounds of vomiting couldn't be hidden.
August frowned. "Indigo… What's wrong?"
"I had a shitty day…"
"Must be." August put his laptop on his desk. "I haven't heard you cuss before."
"I got drunk… I killed a bunch of people… I got a hungover… Henroin called me a crack cartel baby… They whitewashed Alastor in life… And Gustav said I'm better off dead on Extermination Day if I don't know my place."
August's nails scratching against the desk surface caused some cracks to appear. The prince quickly pulled himself away from the desk. "Gustav? As in Addison's boyfriend?"
He winced when more vomiting was heard.
"You… might want to take a day off… Or the rest of the month off… You sound like your getting sick." August put Indigo on speaker while he checked his apps for nearby clinics. "I'll text you some recommendations for places in Pentagram City where you can get some Vitamin B…"
A pop-up ad appeared.
"Oh, fuck!" He turned it off. "Sorry about that. Shitty pop-up add. Tabloids are being ridiculous nowadays."
The other line echoed a sniff. "Sorry I'm being such a crybaby…"
"Eh! It's an original phone call, for once. Not a business call, not the press asking for interviews, or my family call-shaming me…"
"Call-shaming?"
"A thing in Hell. You use phone calls to belittle someone without actually seeing them. Kinda like dumping someone by text instead of in person." August went to the kitchen for a quick use of his cappuccino machine. "My family likes to call me just to embarrass me on how I'm not envious or envied enough."
"Not envious… or envied enough?"
"The joys of being offspring of the offspring of Leviathan. Sarcasm intentional." The cappuccino machine unleashed a purple fluid of decaf. "The Von Ouroboros motto. 'What isn't envious or envied enough is useless.' It's how we have to keep the envy sin polls going, you know? Make demons crave what others have. Fighting for it, even if it's a pointless pursuit. And if you're not craving it, well… You gotta make others crave for you.'"
…
Back in the guest room bathroom, Indigo had her phone on speaker. Her hands were scrubbing the puke off her face.
"Since I'm clearly none… Do you think I'm useless?" Indigo looked at her reflection. "Gustav said…"
"That double-dick brainer will say anything because he's Addison's boyfriend. It's what happens when you date a Sin; it gets all in your ego. And what does it matter what I think anyway? I'm just the guy who runs the #1 social media app in Hell that gets people riled up. I already have to put up with what EVERYONE thinks about EVERYONE else."
Indigo scratched her cheek. That scar was ruining the effect of her tattoo.
"Damn… Gustav ruined my tattoo… Jerk slashed me…"
"Your cheek tattoo? How bad is it?"
Indigo took a selfie of herself and texted it to August.
"Eesh!"
"I know, right?"
"Uh… I hate to sound like a bitch right now, but with your current state… That scar looks more like self-harm… Look. I don't think you're useless, but I'm not the judge of that. That's your call."
"And… for knowing my place?"
"That still is your call. You want my advice? Just take the rest of the month off. Don't do anything outdoors. Don't make public appearances. Stay away from social media. Honestly, this is more of the right time to prep up for Extermination Day, but… take the rest of the year off. Then, after the purge, you can decide on what you want your place in Hell to be."
"So… I should just lock up in my room back at the hotel… For two weeks?"
"Is the Hotel the only place for you? I don't think you should hang out too much with the Goetia either. Paimon sounds… OH MY GOSH!"
"August? Are you OK?" A worried Indigo picked up her phone.
"No! Belphegor is now a queen and Circe wants a divorce? What the shit? I didn't realize that an Antiquity sorceress could be such a phobe! Indigo, can I call you back later? I need to disvalue a prick's NV account!"
Indigo chuckled a bit. "Sure. And August?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
Indigo hung up the phone.
Her reflection stared back at her…
"Indy? Are you decent?" Octavia knocked on the door.
"Yeah, why?"
"I went and got you some shampoo and soap. Used the NV app to track the most envious." Octavia's hand quickly appeared and dropped the products onto the counter. Eucalyptus Ecstasy and Impish Rose.
"Thanks, Via." Indigo's eyes picked up the essence of envy.
Five minutes later, the grossness was washed away by green and pink bubbles. As the hot water hydrated her skin, Indigo sighed in relief. Her fingers combed her hair.
My hair is the best.
How I wish I had her hair!
I wish I could shave that fancy shit off that bitch's head!
Indigo turned off the water. She wasn't sure why she was hearing voices.
My skin is so smooth.
Why isn't my skin as perfect like that?
I want to scar that bitch.
Indigo rubbed her hair with a towel to dry. Why was she hearing such voices? Was it because of the products?
Once she pulled the towel away, her hair fell down in perfect curls. The water still present on her bare skin morphed into colorless butterflies, fluttering around to cover her. Their wings dissolved, a color appearing like ink in water. In a few seconds, Indigo found herself suddenly dressed in a black pencil skirt, a dark blue peplum top, and black flats. Two butterflies enlarged to easily wrap around her palms and create fingerless gloves.
"Uh… I guess August was right. The scar looks better now."
Indigo made her way out.
Unaware that hidden in the indigo, the very roots of her hair were developing a shade of iris.