AN:

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Lore and ocs being used are all hers.

I just hope I am portraying kaledya's ocs correctly, since I am trying to lay the foundation of romance with AU versions of my ocs. While one is temporarily visiting from his universe.

Outside Lights (enter the black swan pt1)

Which left Corbin to be watched by Alastor's shadow as he adjusted the strap of his Ducky MoMo bag. He pulled away the cover of the mirror and noticed a strange phrase appeared on the glass.

'Mirror of life,

Behind your glass let nothing hide'

Glass for the outer edges of the mirror cracked after he spoke the last phrase as the frame glowed. When he tried to call out for help when the outer edges of the mirror's glass cracked. Into the air the pieces levitated behind him shaking in place to the invisible vibration of his aunt's singing. He started to hear as he disappeared completely with a gemstone cuff left behind.

8*8

Odd wave of magic shook the 7 rings of hell while on outer edges of Woods of suicides whispered. Making something a hell quake had taken place while others barely noticed. Only a handful of high level demons noticed the slight lingering of strange magic. One being the Prince of Hell in his palace in a pride ring, just locked away in his library with a book in hand. Two people in the middle of working within the walls of a reconstructed hotel. Other was a broad shouldered, hooded figure with bandaged wings. Who traveled through the twisted trunks of trees from cluster burned and rotting ones he was chopping down. Making his way to the edge, where he watched cracks formed outside the tree line like a shattered mirror. A body shaped hole appeared and Unconscious Corbin with a Ducky Momo backpack fell through. Behind him the crack pulled themselves back together behind the tattered young man.

"A child," The voice couldn't believe the sight, "In Hell?"

He was careful to check if the child was in his arms while opening his wings. Tapping in his divine ability to heal what he could before picking up this child. Allowing a Alastor looking cat to join him from its resting spot. Where it curled within the boy's arms when this figured his hold on Corbon.

"Dear boy," A deep and rough timbre filled with concern as he took Corbin into his arms, "Let's get you somewhere more comfortable."

He cradled the hurt form in his muscular arms along with his backpack when picking him up. Being reminded of a radio demon when he looked at the odd cat that popped its head out. Being careful to lift the body as he moved toward the hidden trail. He walked down not knowing what to do since everyone was in the pride ring. Helping with recovery efforts of the Rehab hotel owned by Princess Charlotte. In time, Corbin regained his strength pretty quickly and found out the person that tended to him was an ex- exorcist. Whose wings were heavily bandaged from feather loss and deep tissue damage. Still carried some of his muscle and bulk to his large frame when he removed his hood. Showing a face with a strong jawline to cheekbones that had recently mended. Half shaved head that held ends of a y- shaped scar slowly fading under hair that was growing back. That informed this teen, he was in a completely different universe than the one he was from. Who sat and listened to what Zon had to say about where he was from.

"You're like my Uncle in this universe?" Corbin asked, trying to understand, "Those wings aren't for show?"

" … Am I involved with your Uncle Wywave and still have my divine gifts? Then yes," He summed up Corbin's questions, "I am just Zon, a former Seraphic Smitebringer."

"Um … can you fill me in on more about this world." Corbin was hooked.

Zon went on to tell that he was left for dead with his armor and war hammer cracked beyond repair. Found by Bloodmarch siblings on the outskirts of the pride ring bleeding out from heavy wounds. Unable to fly since his flight feathers had been ripped out and unable to grow back. He was taken in and nursed for months till healthy enough to move on his own. Choosing to stay with them then return to heaven after seeing and witnessing their kindness. Coming to aid them in their day to day work while finding hell wasn't what he thought.

"Wywave and I have been together ever since," He leaned back in his rather sad, "Always dreaming of becoming fathers."

He went to give Corbin a brief lecture on differences of this version of hell then where he was from. Which had the youth soaking up like a sponge as he forgot to blink. Which allowed Zon to notice he had signature eyes of Bloodmarch bloodline. Those glowing, bright blue eyes that silver flecks. Twinkled when a strong emotion was currently taking place.

"I am calling you dad until we figure out how to get me home?" Question was asked.

"Fine with me," Zon shrugged, "Now come, I am due to meet your uncle and aunt in the pride ring. Sooner we can get introductions and explanations out of the way, the sooner we can get you home."

Corbin ended up playing with Alastor looking cat named Chewy when he noticed he was curled up to him the whole time he was out. Asking if they could go to Cannibal Town for snacks for Chewy.

"Now focus on any details of the spell," Zon advised him, "Since how you got here may have been noticed."

8*8

Night the hotel was to reopen after the massive rebuild, it went through when left in ruins after the battle. Came through the usual servant Imp to the workbench of Prince Constantine in his neatly organized workshop. His attention shifted from the current project he struggled to complete. A map that charted unknown source of the hell quake from lower rings. His notes on information he could gather was little to go on. Left him stump despite scrying and information recall charms he used. Along with a few eye witness statements and a brief newsreel from 666 done by Katie Killjoy.

"This would be when she told me to take a break," He looked at the envelope that was carefully placed, had his sister's hand writing upon it. He tore open a sealed flap to find an invite, asking him to personally attend a small gathering. Settle scent of pinene and isoprene mixed with avian musk was inhaled through his nostrils.

Brought up memories of hooded siblings that attended a Royal meeting days after the battle with Adam and the Exorcists. One had a pygmy owl resting on a covered shoulder and wore the oddest set of shoes, as the other was a good foot or taller than their companion. They were guests of his grieving sister and her partner that showed an existing congenial bond. Clement way the two unselfishly handed a handkerchief or allowed her moment of silence. For the loss of Sir Pentious and his act of bravery during that battle. Didn't end with the eyes of Sins and most powerful Overlords watching the two. Actually drew a few handful toward the two in a neighborly manner where chit chat took place. Lightened the atmosphere since all were there to talk about what to do. Between funds to rebuild Charlie's hotel and losts from both sides needed to be cleaned up. Figuring out a qualified crew to rebuild had to be sorted besides a celebration should be thrown. A grief stricken Charlie wanted a simple memorial for Sir Pentious to be made, one of these hooded people spoke on Charlie's behalf. Her voice made it clear when she properly addressed higher ranks when time came. Confidence, attentiveness, and sincerity they conveyed that day without revealing their faces intrigued him.

"Who delivered this?" He asked the very imp who brought the envelope.

"Red Riding Hood," Imp spoke of a fairytale figure, "She's somewhat of a minor celebrity around hell."

"Tell me what you know." Constantine recalled a story from Grimms' Fairy Tales as imp started.

Just this one was a little different …

A fabled maiden with an immaculate aria- like voice went in resolving manners of the heart and contracts. Imp brought up how she created two product deals with Beelzebub and Asmodeus on her brother's behalf. Kept a cool head, paid attention to their words and tone, and waited patiently for a calm resolve. She sat down with the Vees and successfully renegotiated the Porn Demon's contract. None other with aid from Prince Stolas all in one day. Won a demon duel against Asmodeus' most popular Succubi, Verosika Mayday. In the form of musical performances during music award season in the living world. Among a LONG list of her other personal achievements he looked into. Who has a strange habit of always wearing gloves when seen in public area of hell. Out of sheer curiosity and learned she was on a first name basis with most of the Overlords. Couldn't find a single picture of her nor a public address in any of the rings' records.

8*8

"Sinner in the red, hooded capelet who wears dessert style shoes," Serenity was in disbelief, "I Feel like I missed someone obvious here?"

"Unfortunately so have I," Constantine was stumped as his two sporadically jerked, "Little information and too much gossip."

"Hard to sum anything up about her." Serenity didn't know where to start with this woman, "She's an odd bird."

There were whole nights, Serenity and this woman spent talking about historical plays, after meeting a handful of times. Sometimes they get caught up in classical literature turned into films or plays created from historical events. Other times they just go on and on about different renditions of operas and musicals throughout the centuries. Share their favorite quotes or which they connected with the most in great detail.

Last time, the two chatted about a play about Italian youths from feuding families from a famed playwright. Talked about how said play was borrowed heavily from two existing pieces. Being an Italian tale written and translated into verse as The Tragical History of Romeus and Juliet in 1562 and retold in prose in Palace of Pleasure in 1567. Which was borrowed heavily against and had plot expended by developing a number of supporting characters. Ended with them listing their favorite interpretations of said play done throughout the decades. Snacking over baked goods and tea she prepared herself.

"She's cultured." Constantine processed the shared story.

"Up to actually meeting her?" Serenity offered to take him to her, "Since her brother and her are playing nursemaid to my dad as he recovers. He got pretty beat up when facing Adam to the point he had to stay bedridden."

This woman being at his sister's hotel, very moment wasn't a long trip since it was closed to the public. Newly built exterior screamed the old Las Vegas hotel from the driveway to the Dazzle statue. Inside was still being prepared for reopening Charlie had planned. Sight upon walking in with settle decorations through reception to the bar area. Had a taste that matched the vision Charlie had set for the celebration. Banner was right within viewing range among braided streams and reflective pieces. What caught Constantine's attention was the memorial painting of Sir Pentious. Almost realistic manner from the brush strokes and careful attention to detail. All placed in a hand carved frame modeled after an old style masterpieces used to come in. What took up Constantine's awareness when Serenity and he walked into an empty lobby.

Leaving him distracted as Serenity waved to the clicking rhythmic sound of 2 and inch pumps modeled, after individual slices of Devil's food cake. Hurriedly walking toward them to reveal very face they came to see in a long sleeve, button up, shirt with boob window panel under a hand embroidered, dark red, corset waist coat. Matching dark red, mini, pencil skirt with slit down the side with the same embroidered design. A purple carnation in a scrolling pattern down the sides. Revealed stocking clad legs held by straps of garter belt. Her hair styled and pinned into a neat bun like a librarian with a hair stick. Stopped just beside the painting with sorrow in her eyes toward the image.

"He was a mechanical genius and knew how to make us laugh," Her crystal clear timber was filled with solid desolation, "Always excited about participating in Charlie's bonding activities."

She went on to stand with a straight posture with her gloved hands holding a plate of freshly baked cookies. Trying to put on her best smile despite the emotional distress she was experiencing. In her own way she missed those silly antics of Sir Pentious with his egg boys. Not knowing, Constantine got a quick look at her face and was reminded of the Golden Ratio of Beauty. Along with simple drops of poise in her movements before she stood still. No wobbling in place or looking away when she made firm eye contact with sad eyes. She stood still like the Venus de Milo statue with her emotions laid out in unnatural glowing eyes.

"Bonjour. Madame Serenity and friend," She addressed them in a bow, "Who are you here to visit? Alastor is up to visitors after my brother is done with him and Charlie is reviewing the usual with Vaggie. I fear I don't have much time to give a full tour of the hotel's facilities."

"Actually I am here to introduce someone who has become interested in meeting you," Serenity noticed a plate of cookies she held, "His highness, Prince Constantine Vincent Morningstar met Elanye Bloodmarch."

"Honored," She said in a familiar tone.

"Are those your famed red velvet and white chocolate biscuits?" Serenity asked, slightly elbowing Constantine, "May I? Constantine, you've got to try one since they melt in your mouth."

Before she could go on about her baking being just one of her hobbies since her time in the living world. One of her cookies was picked off the plate in which she arranged them. Constantine brought to her lips to have an edge nibbled and sampled in those passing seconds. Perfect balance not to sweet and butter ratio met with the right amount of chocolate chucks.

8*8

Constantine found Elanye sitting on top of the inner railing of the hotel's balcony with a pygmy owl on her bare hand. Who she drew to her form by delicately stroking his feather with utmost care. Her fingers tangled themselves within those sharpen talons when her owl happily greeted her. Screeching happily and rubbing its head against her own as her eyes glowed. Showed a level of skill she carried unlike most who wear a protective glove.

"Ready?" He read Elanye's lips.

Where he watched her perform an illusion beside an lyrical spell with enchantment or two. By creating a balcony full of formally dressed couples from across the eras. Dancing a basic waltz in such a lifelike manner that faceless figures could be mistaken for real people. The figures moved to the disembodied song of Johann Strauss II: The Blue Danube Waltz. Faceless in appearance as they moved in perfect closewise unison, not missing a step. He swore he could hear footsteps and the usual noise of crowds. Had him noticing Elayne and her owl weren't on the railing anymore when he searched for her.

"Your highness?" He heard her a few feet away, "Something wrong?"

"What did I just see? Held a life like quality all its own," He asked, watching fading images, "Enacted scene of some kind? Lost memory that you're slowly recovering? Missing pieces still need to be filled in."

"A simple series of spells and charms, bringing to life a fleeting dream," She recalled a moment she's only dreamt about, "I try to recreate the scene for better detail when images get clearer. "

Nearest of her voice had him turning his head to her standing some distance from him, her owl resting on her shoulder. Face and eyes as blank as his own without the glow behind them. Avoid of any emotion unlike he saw those moments ago when dancing took place. Gloved hands folded on her person as a bookmarked, first edition novel was tucked away. Along with the case of a portable record player with a few vinyl records.

"Sinner, must you always wear those," He asked looking at her gloved hands thinking of his aunt Beelzebub, "You always seem to have them on from what I've seen and heard. Never once have you been seen without them out when here."

"What is an empath to wear when out and about?" She looked upon one of her gloved hands, "To keep from invading others' innermost thoughts or be not accused of invading someone's mental privacy."

"Ever thought about looking into a potion that can block out your ability to read people's emotions?" He countered, "Unless you're not up to brewing a hard potion with difficult ingredients?"

"Grow dependent on it until I become addicted? No thank you, Your Highness," She shook her head, "Most of those have a temporary effect at best. Beside yourself, not many demons throughout the seven rings are qualified to make such a potion. Let alone know where to find the ingredients needed to make it."

"Surely a spell to extract this power from yourself could be used?" He started to think, "Can't it be that hard with the right materials and timing? Never stopped me during my experiments."

"I never liked the ramifications of such a spell." She disliked the idea, "Alexithymia? No thank you. Would you trust my ability wouldn't pass on to someone, if this spell called for physical contact?"

"Does your ability come with limits? Must there be a way for you to just turn it off?" He started to figure out her level control was nothing close to Beelzebub, "Form some kind of mental block when it is not used? "

"Conflict mainly," She flexed her fingers, "Someone with Alexithymia or can't comprehend emotion. Maybe?"

They're conversation would have carried on, if an excited Charlie didn't come running toward them calling her brother. Way he softened with a smile and joy appeared in his averted eyes was noticed by Elanye. Had her bowing out and knowing the debate with his highness was over. Excusing herself from their presences despite Charlie wanting her to stay, and share what she held. Sounds of her heels being last of her, they heard after she promised to share later. Which Charlie looked forward to hearing since she bragged about Wywave's collection of music.