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Qumor, Outskirt of Qumor Dynasty, Sugar's Household, Time: 5:00 PM
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Back in Qumor, in the Sugar's household, November was grilling something in the backyard, flipping the steaks around to let them sizzle.
"Woo, this is gonna be the best thing those guys are eating," November muttered to herself, accidentally putting her left hand on the hot grill.
"Hey, November! Is the steak done yet?" Dy'va asked, poking his head out of the door to check on her.
"In a bit, you're gonna be begging for more when you eat it," November confidently stated as she seasoned the steaks with a sprinkle of salt and pepper.
Unaware of the burning sensation, her left hand started to feel the heat.
"Um, November?" Dy'va was quite concerned about the fire burning up on her grill.
"What is it? I can't quite hear you over my great grilling skill," November said, confused about what was happening.
"I don't know, maybe your hand is burning?!" Dy'va yelled out, making November tilt her head.
"What are you talking about-" November looked over to her left hand and saw it was burning, crispy.
"Oh."
November sighed before putting her burning left hand on the chopping board.
She grabbed a knife, took a deep breath, and decisively cut off her entire hand, tossing it into the ocean.
"Well, shit. You're handicapped now," Dy'va pondered on what to do. "Also, that was very hardcore of you to do that. Like holy hell, I thought you were gonna freak out."
November looked at her left arm, feeling a bit saddened.
"Maybe you could get a cyborg hand for yourself!" November concentrated a little bit before a newly formed left hand burst out of her wrist.
"Or you could do that..." Dy'va sighed as his entire idea was thrown out of the window. November opened and closed her palms to check if it still functioned.
"Remember, Dy'va, being a vampire is sometimes useful." November chuckled as she finished up the steaks and placed them on five individual plates on the wooden table.
"We're back!!!" Toodies announced as he and Rosco returned from their little trip to Oceanmaw.
"I smell something very good!" Toodies placed his shopping bag aside and quickly ran toward the wooden table.
"You guys missed November cutting her hand off," Dy'va simply stated with a stoic face. He wasn't even surprised by it.
"So, nothing much?" Rosco said, keeping his calm expression and refraining from laughing at her misfortune.
"Ah, screw you, Rosco..." November whispered to herself as she continued to eat her steak.
"Oh yeah, where's sir, by the way?" Rosco asked, realizing that Sugar wasn't present at the moment.
"I think he's talking to the boss," November answered. Rosco could only roll his eyes at her response.
"Oh yeah, we spend so much time with him. I forgot he's under someone as well." Dy'va leaned back on the wooden chair, munching on the steak.
"She might give us an important mission then if he requested the professor," November said, sipping on wine and swirling it around.
"Hope he doesn't mess up the meeting then," Toodies simply said before swallowing the steak whole.
"Can I have more?" Toodies requested another, which caused November to sigh.
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Hell, The Purgatory Castle, Time: 5:20 PM
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Beneath the Earth's surface, atop the molten core, lies a realm often referred to as hell. The landscape is characterized by barrenness, with the ground itself resembling the fiery red hues of molten lava.
Amidst this desolation, various demonic entities roam, their forms shifting and writhing in the infernal atmosphere.
Gargoyles made of stone let out echoing roars as they soar through the fiery abyss. Yet, the heart of this realm is undeniably the Purgatory Castle.
Standing as a foreboding monument within this tumultuous landscape, the Purgatory Castle dominates the horizon.
Its architecture is both grand and malevolent, a reflection of the power and authority wielded by its infernal occupants.
The castle's spires pierce the air, reaching toward the crimson sky above, while its walls exude an aura of dark enchantment.
Sugar was drunkenly laughing at the end of the red marble tables, he was wasted, almost dropping his wine cup as he hiccuped. "Oh, you should have seen his face when I told him that..."
Sugar's head was about to hit the table before a red aura stopped him from hitting his head. "Oh, thank you..."
"You know, you look so lovely. I bet you make all men fall over for you." Sugar pointed at the individual at the other end of the table, twirling his finger with a drunk smirk on his face.
"I shouldn't have let you drink that hell wine..." A mysterious voice stated. Only disappointed at Sugar's drunken state.
A figure sat at the end of the table. With her white fluffy, short blonde hair juxtaposed against the darkness of her nape, and skin-like ashen depths, her eyes, dark as night, held crimson-red pupils that bore the weight of death itself—adorned in a crimson cloak adorned with glistening gold accents, and a goat horn on both sides of her hair.
Lucia Shadowmend, the Queen of Hell, embodied an aura of authority. Her attire showcased crimson armor, intricately detailed with golden lines and a chest-plate emblazoned with a fearsome, golden depiction of a burning dragon.
From her leggings to her gloves, all were crafted in the same regal crimson hue, with ornate gold embellishments, painting a picture of her formidable presence within the realm of Hell.
"Oohhhh, come on, Lucy... you know you love me drunk..." Sugar whined, hiccuping with every word he said.
"I do not. And frankly, I do not understand why you are drinking this early and most of the things you said." Lucia sighed in disappointment; she felt like she had been babysitting him all this time.
"I need you to listen to me carefully, Sugar," Lucia stated, this time he would listen.
"Mhmmmm, keep talking with your lovely voice. I love it..." Sugar's put his elbow on the table, looking and admiring Lucia.
"I need you to take down the entire festival in any way necessary." Lucia threw a newspaper over to Sugar's side, who didn't even bother to look at it and was still star-struck at Lucia.
"Sugar, pay attention!" Lucia hit the table, causing a shockwave and rumble across hell itself.
"Whatever you say, Lucy~" Sugar winked at her, who could roll her eyes at his action. Sugar looked at the newspaper to see what she was talking about.
It was "Morgan's Twilight Peace Treaty Festival." He could only grumble drunkenly at what he was seeing.
"OK, fine. I will do it for you Lucy~" Sugar was gushing over her, who could only sigh at her.
"You can go now, Sugar. I will be watching over you." Lucia stated as she looked all over hell itself; the demons were training themselves, the stone gargoyles testing their flight limit, with demons with construction hats pushing dark wood crates into the castle.
"Zzzzz..." Lucia realized that Sugar wasn't responding as she looked back to see he was sleeping soundly like a baby.
"God, you are so difficult." Lucia walked up to him as she carried him, bridal style. She seemed annoyed that Sugar fell asleep on her, but she didn't mind carrying him.
"I will need to make sure no one sees me carrying him. Don't want anyone getting the wrong idea." Lucia opened the giant red door and poked her head out to see if anyone was passing by; it was empty as she walked out, carrying the drunk Sugar in her arms.
Someone whistled as she walked past, causing her to be irritated and furious that she got caught, "Jeez. Didn't know the boy had that much impact on you for you to carry him like this."
"Father, I swear if you tease me right here and not in my room. I'm going to rip your head off and put it on a pike!" Lucia threatens, causing the man to back away a bit in a joking manner.
The man was wearing a white shirt suspenders, and crimson bow ties. His hair was the same as Lucia's but with more black and grayish lines to show his age.
He was wearing a red glove with a yellow fire icon. He's Lucifer Shadowmend, The father of Lucia.
"Now then, Lucy. I want you to walk with me as we let this little guy get his sleep." Lucifer stated as he looked at Sugar in Lucia's arms.
"You twos are going to kill someone in that festival, right?" Lucifer guessed, which caused a nod from her.
"Twilight will not empower this world," Lucia stated with an angry expression.
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