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[center][I]It is when her laughter stops, is when life is snuffed from existence...[/I][/center] [@LadyRunic][@Belle]

Johnny had never really been afraid of Chitter, not by a long shot. Sure she creeped him out a bit but she usually only joked about it. This however, was different. She was more malevolent and much more creepy. Even so that his hair had started to turn white. 

[color=9e0b0f]”H-Hey Chelsea...Wha-What’re you do-”[/color] It snarled and growled before letting out a guttural bark causing the little girl scream before sobbing and Johnny to instinctively flinch, withdrawing a blade from under his sleeve. The thing looked at the blade with hollow sockets before slamming its hand over the blade, its cold steel disappearing into its hand as if there was a dimensional pocket. 

[color=9e0b0f]”What the Hell Chels!!”[/color]

[color=black]”Quod nomen est vanum. Nabu Quid vocatis me postulas? Non refert.”[/color] Its head dipped slightly, appearing ready to pounce, its hair falling slightly over its skull.

[color=9e0b0f]”When are you going to let me outta here…”[/color] John had slowly begun to shake. He never really seen her realm, only seen people walking and then suddenly disappearing but never had he actually been in

[color=black]”Serpens fundit cum femina plor-.”[/color]  John yelled.

[color=9e0b0f]”What the fuck are you saying!? Literally creeped out and you’re talking weird shit!”[/color] Its head cocked to the side before speaking again.

[color=black]”The woman of serpent scales, it dares to think it is above thy. It knows not its place but begs to be placed on higher grounds than the fallen’s son. None are more powerful but I am of equality.”[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]”Whadda mean..”[/color] The demon known to Johnny as Chitter rose to its full height of 7’6 and leaned in.

[color=black]”Moses had once seen me, claiming 500 years to climb me. I am the one chained in links of fire no more. I am the one who awaits all in the Revelation as I shall bring upon the world demise and chaos. I am Samael, Archangele mortis.”[/color]

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Hours had turned into days, days into weeks, weeks into months and months into years yet Desdemona had simply been in her realm for 5 minutes. Over and over did her final moments repeat. Over and over did she watch her loved one die and feel her own demise. Never once did Chitter feel regret. At one point, before Des would lose her life again, she stopped it at that specific moment, bringing up her reflection once more. The reflection brought dainty little fingers up to the mirror’s edge. Chitter spoke, mimicking Desdemona’s voice through the reflection.

[color=black]”You were so beautiful Des. So much so that men laid themselves down like a red carpet for you, willing to give loved ones and money and jewerely and other precious keepsakes just to be with you. You wrapped them all around your little finger.”[/color]

A light womanly giggle echoed as Des’s reflection duplicated itself multiple times, each one however changing into a man that had been with Des, offering what they had. Say for one though. He appeared next to Des’s reflection in the first mirror. 

[color=black]”Except for this one. Hmmm...It was such a pity, offering marriage and all that he had and you accepted, expecting such a happy ending. But tragedy fell upon him and thanks to your reputation you were to blame.”[/color] The man’s eyes grew wide as smokey hands removed him from the snakes view. 

[color=black]”And then with love tainting you already blackened heart you vowed for revenge, only securing your death and now look at you. Your beautiful hair, your gorgeous eyes, beautiful smooth soft skin and near perfect nails, replaced with your true inner beauty which is that of a slithering, temptress of a serpent. Oh what a wondrous little tragedy you are.”[/color] The reflection’s beauty fell onto the floor like clothes, revealing the reflection of the real Desdemona. The child’s laughter back once again as she continued her little game with Des.
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Smiles sighed. [color=00aeef]Family is not a working concept in your repitiore Mr. Ark if I may be so bold but rather having everyone at least pretend the concept is plausible seems to be the issue. It’s bad enough I must eat human souls to continue to survive but it is what it is and that goes the same for our little grou- Blink Petite? AH! Petite Blink! What a pleasent surprise it is to see yo- OW OW OW OW OW BLINK! OW Stoppit!”[/color] Blink as soon as he could began to pelt Smiles with slap after slap causing Smiles to keep his eyes shut for some time. 

[color=00aeef]”Régler le petit. What’s wrong?”[/color] He did hear from him something about Chitter and not loving him as much but his answer wouldn’t come right away as one of their guests, Mr. Abbot, seemed to want a refund. He cleared his throat as he looked at Ark, knowing what was to befall Abbot. With a simple nod and placing blink on his shoulders, he leaned forward and bowed, holding on to Blink so he would not fall. 

[color=00aeef]”Of course Mr. Abbot, follow me. I help with the finances here at the circus and keep that stuff in my trailer. Mr. Ark excuse us while we help Mr. Abbot.”[/color] He gave Ark a respectable nod as he gestured for Abbot to follow, leaving Ark to handle whatever chaos had occurred. 

As the three walked he glanced up to Blink. 

[color=00aeef]Blink...Prenez le portefeuille de l'homme et faites-le connaître. Passez ensuite à l'arrière de ma maison amusante. Understand?”[/color] He looked up to Blink for a response.