"Why don't you listen, Cherie?!" A woman yelled, watching as the young girl packed her belongings without a care in the world.
It was the middle of the night, the usual ravenges of flames cooling off from the breeze that was let through the hole leading up to Limbo.
The underworld, famously known as Hell. Home to demons of all kinds, be it bibically or folklore.
The house they resided, a comfortable two-story place in the city known as Labyrinth. The family was well off from the beginning anyways thanks to the inheritance her late father had left.
Cherie sighed, turning her head and standing up from her crouching position that loomed over her multitude of luggage.
"It's dangerous, girl. You're going to get yourself exterminated! Or worse, given divine punishment!" The woman continued to yell, her blackened claws digging into the metal doorframe of Cherie's bedroom.
"Yeah. I don't give two fucks about what the big shots above have to say." Cherie scoffed, her tail swishing in irritation as she turned her body around to face her mother.
"You're worrying yourself to death because Carla hasn't visited over the summer. You know I don't play like that." She sighed, picking at her curled horns while turning her head to look in the mirror.
"Child, I am simply looking out for you! I don't want you to meet the same fate as your father." She spoke hastily, stepping into the room and moving Cherie's hands from her horns to her sides. She gripped them tight. Secure.
She was a short old woman, Cherie's mother. Always worrying her head off for her youngest daughter.
"Listen, ma. I'm perfectly capable. Carla is there, along with other demons. You know that." Cherie couldn't help but feel bad for the sorry looking sight. Her own mother, begging her to stay cooped in her cage.
"... Do you promise to visit over the summer? Call me? Text me?" She asked, seeming to relax at Cherie's words.
"Yes, mama. Did you take your medicine? Maybe that's why your emotions are going haywire." Cherie smiled, nuzzling her cheek on her mother's horns as a form of comfort.
"No, I don't think..." Cherie's mother couldn't help but reply with honesty. Letting go of her hands which left red imprints.
"Go take them. I have to pack my bags." Cherie kissed her mothers head, helping the poor lady out of her room with a soft sigh.
"Fucking Carla... making mom worry about her sorry ass." Cherie whispered, turning away and crouching back down to examine her luggage once again.
Cherie had passed the entrance exams with flying colors. She could finally resume her plan...
Slap Carla with sense... and rewrite the rules of their unbalanced world.
— ♱ —
"Bye, mom." Cherie smiled, letting her mom fix up her horns and check her tail. The uniform was perfect- blue blazer and a red skirt.
"You have your belongings in your pocket dimension, yes?" Cherie's mom couldn't help but begin to worry once more.
"Yes, mom. I know that tone." Cherie couldn't help but grumble. She loved her mother, but her constant worrying was overbearing. Yet- understandable.
"Remember to put on the surpressors." Her mother held out a box, inside was jewelry made with caleum ore. Cherie could tell they had the surpression symbol placed on it.
As is everything... How unfair...
"Yes." Cherie said it with distaste, picking up the trinkets and feeling the sting of her magical freedom disappearing.
Two earings with crosses, and a matching necklace. How quaint.
"I'll be leaving now, mom." Cherie leaned down, hugging her mother tightly in her arms with determination deeply rooted within.
Cherie walked off, tying up her brown hair- blonde highlights shining from the light that peered down at her from above.
"I can finally do it... and I'll surpass Carla while I'm at it." Cherie whispered, pushing up her glasses and covering her pointed ears with headphones.
She couldn't help it but want to smack the shit out Carla...! That bitch...!
Cherie pushed those thoughts out of her head, walking off to the train station at the entrance (and exit) of Hell.
The walk was long, but not enough to be bothersome. She reached the station without issue, seeing a few others in the same uniform but in groups of their own established social circles.
"So tired." Cherie walked into the station, plopping down on the seat in a corner while waiting for the train call.
She glanced around, seeing familiar faces from Withered Quad. A demon school, also branches out into a high school. However most choose Limbo because they want to feel special or fuck shit up.
Cherie couldn't help but sigh when she saw Felicia in the corner, working her serpent tongue and cozying up to a few demons outside the trainstation through the glass.
Cherie was ruthlessly bullied by Felicia back in their middle school days. She knew full well what kind of woman she was. A sow- maybe a slut judging how she's throwing herself at both males and females alike.
"Pathetic wretch." Cherie scoffed, turning away and immersing herself in her demicoffin, a demon version of a phone.
The train eventually arrived, and Cherie stood up to walk through the doors, other students following suit.
— ♱ —
Cherie looked out the window, seeing the lava barrier that led to Hell's realm begin to fade. They were now in a bit of wasteland area- where Limbo and Hell were connected.
After a few hours of travel via rail, they arrived at Limbo. It was bigger and brighter than Hell was, Cherie could say for certain.
It was baffling how it looked... nicer...? No- more peaceful than the burning scapes of Hell. In fact, it felt cold. Cherie zipped up her jacket, standing once the train came to a halt.
"First day of school... Unofficially, of course." Cherie thought to herself while stepping out the doors that slid open. The surface of the floor was metal and quartz- pillars scattered around.
They were greated by guardsmen, who led them to a bus outside the trainstation. Cherie knew they would lead to the school, judging by the school's logo slapped right onto it.
The bus ride was agonizingly long. However, everyone was talking amongst themselves, so Cherie didn't worry much... except for this character...
Cherie glanced to the side, seeing a lean boy who was evidently taller. He had a beenie on his head- jet black hair and pale-tanish skin which was freckled.
"He's definitely my age, since he's on this bus. But he's on the taller side... maybe fifteen. But if he's fourteen... then what are his parents feeding him...?" Cherie couldn't help but be curious- but then snapped out of her daze to notice the dude had begun to stare back.
Cherie felt entranced- seeing the same surpression jewlery on him.
"Attractive..." Was the only thing going through her mind in that moment.
"Sorry for staring." Cherie muttered, turning away nervously and looking out the window to look at the scenery instead.
"Mm." The male replied in a quaint hum
in acknowledgment, then Cherie felt his gaze turn away from her.
"How dumb...! Prolounged staring...! It's so cliche it's stupid!" Cherie felt her cheeks heat up, nuzzling her face into her jacket with an irritated on her face.
Thankfully... the guy didn't notice.
— ♱ —
Cherie got off the bus, map in hand and phone in jacket pocket. The school was massive... and Cherie had to reach the dorms.
Cherie stood at the gates, then turning her head at a familiar voice. She slipped off her headphones, expecting what would be happening by now.
"Cherie!~ Is that really you?!" A sickening sweet voice... Felicia...
"Oh... Felicia..." Cherie turned her head, seeing Felicia with a few demons behind her. Ones Cherie didn't recognize.
Felicia strutted over, glancing down at Cherie. "You look like a runt. As usual." Felicia spat, tugging at Cherie's right horn.
"Can you stop? We aren't in middle school anymore!-" Cherie tried interjecting, but surprise was on her face when the dude from the bus walked over.
"Felicia. Stop." He spoke with a deep and grave voice while he pried her hand off Cheire's horns.
Cherie couldn't help but be surprised that this mysterious dude and Felicia were connected somehow. After all, he knew her name... but she recalls never seeing him around middle school...
"Aw... C'mon, Quin. You're no fun." Felicia snicked, flicking her blonde hair with her wrist- covered in bracelets of all kinds of luxury.
"... Tch. Leave me alone." Cherie glanced at the guy... taking note of what Felicia said before walking off with irritation now deeply rooted with her determination.
'Quin' stared as Cherie left, looking her over before turning away to deal with Felicia, his girlfriend.
Meanwhile, Cherie was walking through the hallways while skimming through the list of clubs and activities. Classes, electives, sports...
Cherie frowned, putting the flyer away in her pocket with her phone before turning her attention back to the map.
"The last thing I need is being around a dude like him now that I know he's affiliated with Felicia..." Cherie muttered, walking down multiple hallways until she reached the elevator to the dormitory.
She stepped in, pressing the button and riding quietly to the third floor. She was surprised to see a large open area with two sides, for angels and demons.
Upperclassmen were in the further areas- away from freshman. Cherie automatically assumed. She digged through her other pocket, getting her dormitory key.
"Room... six-hundred fifty... That's around here." Cherie murmered to herself, walking through areas and finding a sign that was labled with the numbers 600 - 700.
Cherie walked through the hallway, seeing her room after a bit. Unlocking the door, Cherie found a dim litted, spacious room.
There was enough space for a living room, a small kitchen, and a single bedroom with a bathroom. Not the mention a small section for laundry...
"How fancy." Cherie muttered, placing her keys down on the counter top that led to the kitchen.
"Well, I should unpack since classes start tomorrow." Cherie pulled out her demicoffin, taking out her luggage with her pocket dimension app.
"No time like the present."
— ♱ —
Cherie finished cleaning by ten, unpacked by eleven. It was beautiful. Her dorm was clean and pristine, organized.
She walked into the bathroom, having a quick shower. Afterwards, walking to her bed and falling on the plush surface.
"Ah...~ Heaven..." Cherie whispered, feeling her body relax immediately at the contact with the comfort.
"I can... finally rest..."
Cherie's eyes closed, and she fell into slumber. The night was long, as if to reward her.
For once, Cherie could feel the moons light in her slumber... and it felt warm.