AN:
Just saw the third episode of Helluva Shorts called Mission: Weeaboo-boo and had to write this
Elamye's Corset Dress
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8*8
Back with the Silent:
Corbin almost used a newly learned spell Zon taught him against a three eyed, pink fur, cat-like demon. Didn't stop Cornelius from pronouncing from under his hood to bite a side of her face, and releasing his poison. Before she hit the ground with a goofy grin on her face as she mumbled. Last sight she saw was of fabled red riding hood with basket on their arm. Before she started drooling with foam on her lips and flailing.
"At least we know getting you defanged is possible now," Corbin pulled out a skull theme compact, "Nice attack time."
He used this mini mirror to send a message to closest family since he didn't trust VoxTek's newest cell phone. Not that the late model his aunt used was much to worry about. Analog technology mixed with proper runes allowed her security related calls. He just didn't want any of the Vees bothering him as he waited.
"I am on my way." Hephzibah's voice came from the skull on the back of the compact.
Corbin didn't have to wait long when she and her leopard showed up with an extra face he wasn't expecting. In the form of rumored party boy and sin of gluttony's son, Wasp.
" 'sup?" Wasp greeted Corbin.
"Unconscious body of a newly dead sinner that my familiar poisoned," Corbin answered him, "What's going on here?"
"Friendly outing." Hephzibah answered.
She then had her leopard go on ahead of her to teleport the poisoned sinner to Wywave. Leaving Wasp to recall they weren't romantically entangled like the media thought they were. She was just thanking him for advice on speaking out to the family. Which worked since she got to see her father in the end with nothing held back.
"I don't party all the time," Wasp was offended by Corbin, "A guy likes to get a coffee once in a while."
"Chalk full of caffeine, flavored syrup, and sugar." Hephzibah replied.
"Got to love a girl that knows your drink." Wasp tensed her.
Hephzibah ended up smirking at Waps before reminding him about where he had to be. Which got her a promise from him he'll try to get back to her when he doesn't get too busy. She assured him to not go rushing to the newest landline or cell phone.
"Our days turned out quite odd," Corbin addressed Hephzibah, "I met a new sinner and you were hanging with son of a sin."
"Got any more deliveries?" She asked.
"Done for the day actual," He shook a empty basket, "Was picking empty bottles up."
Two would make their way to the elevator to start their ride to the woods u like where Wywave was. He was in the room Charlie allowed Bloodmarch siblings to have. Just beyond the sitting area styled Victorian furniture and Victrola for records. Was a massive open floor area with a view of the pride Ring small separate areas. One of these was a conversation pit where the poisoned sinner with anti venom for a European cobra by Wywave. He was lucky Dr. Belphegor was able to have a imp deliver a few viels of anti venom from European cobra.
"Thank god for long term cold storage," Wywave whispered, "Your lucky sin took a chance on you."
He knew European cobra went extinct centuries upon centuries ago and was trying to find anti venom for one. Got him reaching out to someone he got his medical training and knowledge from in his hour of need.
"Any one in?" Charlie called from a small sitting area.
"In here," Wywave called out, "If the imp is here for viels of sinner blood infused with European cobra vemon. Show them in since I got three full ones packed and ready."
He knew Dr. Belphegor was going to want samples of dinner blood with venom from an extinct snake species. Which he granted when a imp from sloth ring was handed such viels in a cautious manner when in a joint presence. Princess of hell and fable red riding hood Druid was not a welcoming company. Gossip surrounding them was a mixed bag that this imp didn't want to stay long when invited to tea.
"That was rude," Vaggie didn't like how imp just left, "Could have been nicer."
"When your in the presence of the princess of hell, soldier whose also her lover, and a Druid with my reputation," Wywave explained with glowing eyes, "You don't stick around."
"So honest." Charlie was impressed with him.
"Quiet," Wywave shushed her, "Trying to treat a sinner here."
Charlie ended up hugging him as a form of support as he treated this soul as Vaggie sat down. To the unconscious soul she looked with mild curiosity about her attire.
"I wouldn't get too close," Wywave warned Vaggie, "This one's enthusiasm is tad out there."
He had to knock her out with a sleep enchantment when she still had the energy to stand. Her questions about his attachment to any demons was tad invasive at base. Left him to keep her like this at the fear of what she would do his sister or Charlie surfaced.
"How bad are we talking?" Charlie asked while Vaggie listened.
"She wanted to know my background in detail while assuming I served someone," He shook at her disturbed manner, "I was lucky she didn't see my scars or find out about Zon."
He further showed Charlie and Vaggie these girl's memories having to do with her hobbies and personal tastes. Way the girl acted and depicted herself had Vaggie on alert and Charlie quiet.
"Wow!" Charlie didn't know what to do with her.
"You tell me," Vaggie blinked, "I say released onto the masses of the pride ring and see where it goes."
"It's the masses of the pride ring that I feel sorry for." Wywave cut his slideshow short.
Deciding what to do with her had Charlie deciding she would stay here for her recovery. Finding a place for her would come later since she was going to need time. This had Wywave turn his attention to a hand held mirror to massage his sister. Dipping his hand into a glass of water he kept nearby before trancing the frame. Triggered a rippling effect as he waited for Elanye to reply on the other end. Mirror she currently faced was one she stood before to check her makeup. Basic black made up her outfit from Fish-bone hold, Ruffled bottoms, corset dress she wore. Gathered mini skirt and thigh length detachable skirt tail made up many details. Black, thigh length stockings and simple stiletto pumps. Her hair pinned up using a french hair pin underneath black roses matched her basic makeup. Ribbon choker and wrist length gloves finished off her attire. Worn when she put on a zesty performance of Keep It Under Your Hat on stage of House of Asmodeus.
"You slay as always," Asmodeus' voice had her turning away from the mirror, "You look so fine doing so."
"Love that dress." Fizzarolli had his eyes on her dress.
She would have gone on when not reminded of a rather special guest even Asmodeus was shocked to see. At a table usually reserved for members of the royal family. Constantine and Serenity were found in attendance for tonight's special showing. Which she noticed throughout her dancing after she juggled around Asmodeus' hat.
"This belongs to you," She handed over Asmodeus' his top hat, "I'll have the dress delivered to you tomorrow with your usual order. Deal?"
"Throw in those heels." Fizzarolli would only agree.
"Knock 'em dead." Asmodeus allowed her to pass.
She didn't have to walk far backstage when a whistle from Serenity told her where the two were.
"Haven't seen a thunderous applause since your mother's last performance seven years ago." Serenity turned eyes toward a quiet Constantine.
"You sure?" Elanye appeared flattered, "A voice that can empower demon kind with ageless grace as she moves. Is on a whole nother level then this nightingale."
"Lively at best with active interaction with one's audience. Vocals were clear and in tune with the band playing." Constantine listed the positive points of Elanye's performance.
"Don't forget the hocus pocus." Serenity reminded him.
Non- verbal use of creating staircase and enchanting microphone stand to fly sidesaddle in. Were just one of Elanye's small magical touches as she sang her heart out.
"Her stage presence is completely her own from one my mother had," Constantine came to agree with Elanye, "Whose taste in clothing tends to only cover 60 percent of her body."
"Scientists from the University of Leeds found that showing 40 percent of your skin," Elanye shared, "Attracts the most men."
8*8
Society section of Hellstime had a recent article about another one of Elanye's recent unspoken victories. Fashion designer Velvette thought she could go against Fabled red riding hood. Four randomly selected categories were chosen out of a hat. Each one had to put together an outfit that was best presented before showing off. Only a distracting sight for aching Zon when he sat in the hotel's parlor without a shirt.
"How are you doing over there feathers?" Angel Dust admired the sight of him..
"Asking myself why I am allowing this torture." He through clenched teeth.
His wings were damped by this translucent crème with a rainbow hue. Elanye was in the middle of rubbing in a healing ointment. She was being careful of scarred or tender patches of skin. Getting the area that once held his more important feathers also.
"Constantine stated," Elanye stated, "He wasn't very impressed with the conditions of your wings."
"Among other things." Angel Dust wiggled his eyebrows.
Zon only smirked in the end about the attention he was getting from Angel Dust. Despite his scars and unkempt appearance of his wing. His muscular appearance that roaming eyes were taking in. Apart from his former life he could keep with his new life.
"Remember you two," Elanye reminded them, "You're taken."
"We know" Zon and Angel Dust spoke in union.
Clacking sound of a beaded chain wrap around one of Zon's hands was noticed by Angel Dust. Carried a rosary of length of beaded links of wooden beads and angelic steel. Pendent was one of a hammer and not a cross when swung around in quiet protest.
"If the sight offends you," Zon retracts his rosary, "I will put it away."
"Nah," Angel Dust wasn't bothered, "Just curious about why you still have it."
"I haven't lost my faith," Zon whispered, "Since my new found life has …"
He had to keep from screaming when Elanye 's fingers touched a sensitive area. He instantly became tight lipped when she lifted feathers. Found a rough patch of bare skin tucked away.
"… become far more enjoyable." He mustered through the pain.
"You're telling me." Angel Dust's eyes roamed over his torso.
Elanye removed her fingers stating she was done with the main parts of his wings. They needed to let the potion set in and work its effects. Which allowed Zon to retract his wings and start to dress. Angel Dust aided him in with questions about how he kept his physique. He answered as Elanye cleaned up her mess.
"You're welcomed to join us," Elanye pointed out a pair of spying eyes, "Your Majesty."
Lucifer with one of her mini lemon custard tarts in his mouth waved. He was trying to sneak a snack while witnessing care she gave Zon.
"Good day, short king." Angel Dust waved.
"Your Majesty." Zon nodded his head to him.
"Um…." Lucifer didn't know how to address the sight he saw, "You're the former exorcist I heard about."
"As I told your son," Zon repeated his phrase, "I want to help her highness while living my life with my family."
"He can be shirtless for most of it." Angel Dust liked the sight.
Elanye and Zon couldn't help but start to laugh at what was said. Angel Dust went on to request a picture for Zon with his shirt. He even had a few suggestions for them to use for shirtless photo.
"I don't think Charlie would like the idea." Elanye reminds Angel Dust.
"Well…" Lucifer had a alternative idea.