Shattered Innocence
Trigger Warning: Mentions of Rape and Sexual Assault. Continue at your own risk.
With permission from their mother, Clara and Odette left the Company's Office early.
"Man," Clara stretches. "I love that Mom includes us in the business but sometimes I just want to enjoy myself."
"I don't see the problem," Odette fiddles with her glasses. "I like being in the office all day."
"That's because you're a weirdo who doesn't know the difference between work and having fun," the curly haired Carmine nudges her sister.
The blonde sister glares. "I know the difference."
"Oh, really?" Clara smirks. "Then for our time off, I suggest that we hit the club and…" she stops herself while passing an alley. The girl became concerned while watching the silhouette of someone tossing a seemingly humanoid figure into the trash before walking leaving the alley from the other side.
"Clara," Odette spoke up. "I know that look. This is Hell. These things happen," she tries leading her away. "We promised Mom that we would not interfere with other demon's affairs that is not our own."
The puffy haired Carmine sighs. "I know."
"Good," the spectacled Carmine lets go of her sister. "Let's just go to one of your clubs and… you're already down the alley, aren't you?" she notes before turning around to see that Clara is no longer beside her and sighs.
Clara runs down the alley and she gasps in shock at what lies there.
"Clara!" Odette runs up to her sister. "I told you that…" whatever she was about to say is forgotten at the sight that had intrigued Clara.
.oOo.
Carmilla walks into her home with a smile, expecting to find her daughters to be lounging around in the living area as they usually do. But neither are present.
"Clara must have finally convinced Odette to go out," she guesses a small smile. The Arms Dealer is proven wrong as she walks through her home and soon hears whispering coming down the hall where the bedrooms are.
"We can't do this," Odette says.
"Oh? So, you want us to just leave them?" Clara responds.
"I didn't say that. But you know as I that this won't go over well with Mom."
"Mom doesn't have to know."
"I don't have to know what?" Carmilla announces her presence and the sister's tense up at the sound of her voice.
"Mom!?" both daughters are standing in front of Clara's bedroom door.
The Arms Dealer glares at the two. "Step aside!" the tone told the sisters that she's not asking, and they stepped aside.
Carmilla wasn't sure what to expect when entering her daughter's room. She maintained a calm demeanor at the sight of a young woman laying in Clara's bed with grey skin, long messy white hair, and blue eyes. What draws the Carmine's attention the most is the three sets of white feathered wings poking out from under the covers.
The Arms Dealer blinks a couple times before closing the door and turning to her daughters. "You brought an angel into our home!?"
The two girls flinch from being snapped at.
"We had to, Mom," Clara tells her. "She looked like she needed help."
"We are Overlords, Clara! We simply cannot associate ourselves with a lost angel! And you!" the mother turns to her other daughter. "I expected more from you, Odette. You should have talked your sister out of this!"
"I, I," Odette looks away. "I couldn't. I know that I'm the more logical one and I tried talking Clara out of this. But you didn't see the state she was in. I may be in Hell. But I'm not that heartless."
To waiver the more responsible of her daughters is an impressive feat alone. It got the matriarch curious and concerned about what could have affected Odette like this.
Carmilla walks back into Clara's room and registers the bandages around the angel's body. She walks up to the bed to further examine the work done to her. The woman lifts one of the bandages and notes that they need to be redressed. Looking up and the angel's face, the Arms Dealer can see that she appears young. About as young as her daughters appear if not younger. What disturbs her the most is the blankness in her eyes. Someone is there but the lights don't seem to be on. The Carmine then recognizes that nightgown the angel is wearing belongs to one of her daughters.
"These are your clothes, Clara?" Carmilla looks at the puffy haired Carmine. "What happened to the ones she was wearing?"
Odette answers. "We threw them away as they were in an inadequate condition."
As soon she was told that, the woman quickly exits the room and over to where the trash is kept.
"Mom!?" Clara calls out as she and her sister follow their mother. "What's wrong?"
Carmilla ignores the question as she reaches into garbage to dig out a white gown. Her eyes can tell that it used to be an elegant dress. But it is ruined by a series of tears and blood stains. The Carmine grips the clothing tighter at the sight of a placement of couple of the tears and certain stains.
The woman sneers while shredding the remainder of the dress, surprising her daughters. Once finished, the woman turns to the two girls. "Take this out and burn it!"
They simply nodded as they gathered the pieces of cloth.
"And for the time being, you'll be sharing Odette's room," Carmilla walks away. "Neither of you are to enter Clara's room without my permission. Am I clear?" she pauses to wait for her daughter's response.
"Yes, Mom!" the girls say in unison.
.oOo.
Carmilla walks back into the room with a first aid kit and finds the young angel still in a deathlike state.
The woman closes her eyes and walks up to the bedside. "I do not know you and you do not know me. My name is Carmilla," she starts undoing the bandages before cleaning the wounds. "I've seen this before when I was alive. Many times, actually. And I know exactly what you're feeling," she then starts putting on new bandages. "Being abandoned and then used in a vile way before being thrown out like trash. It's disgusting. I cannot tell you when the feeling will go away nor can I promise that it will go away. it's different for everyone in this situation," Carmilla then runs hand over the angel's head. "But I can promise you this, child. As long as you're in my care, I will do my best to make you not feel alone," she then stands and turns to leave the room.
"Emily."
Carmilla then turns around and sees the angel crying, the first reaction since first laying eyes on her. "What was that?"
"My name," she turns to the woman, sniffling. "My name is Emily."
The Arms Dealer stared blankly at the angel before walking back to the bed and giving her a comforting hug. "Nice to meet you, Emily."
NOTE: Just an idea that popped into my head and decided to test it out. Not sure how far I'll actually go with this one.