A splarkle returned to Sherry's eyes for the first time in a very long time when she saw that her father and the Demon Lord, the two people she hated most in the world, were about to fight to the death. A manic grin grew upon her face as she was transfixed. The last grace life had left to give her besides thw mercy ofdeath, was to see these two kill each other. She found herself realising, despite all that time in prison cursing her father's name, that she wanted him to win. She was rooting for him.

She recalled the shock and horror she felt when she realised she was not merely going to get a slap on the wrist for desertion. She remembered the humiliation she felt when her husband publically declared his divorce. But it was the gaze of her father's eyes intohers that truly broke her. All herpride. All her arrogance. In an imstant it was replaced with primal rage as she screamed and spat out every obscenity she could think of, directed at anybody unlucky enough to listen.

She had no idea how comparively pleasant those days would seem. She could never have imagined she could hate people more than that. She had merely been lashing out. Blaming others because she wasn't ready to face up to or take responsibility for her own actions. But her emotions towards the Demons, and especially their Lord.

That was hate.

The pain Sherry felt from being pierced in the head and chest by multiple Auric shards was nothing compared to the releif she felt that finally, it was all over. She smiled peacefully, and closed her eyes...




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A bed.

A soft bed.

How long had it been since she'd felt a bed. She didn't know why this was happening. She didn't know if this was real. She didn't care.

Sherry curled her toes, and tears started to trickle from her eyes. Her legs were back. She didn't know that it was possible to miss being able to wiggle your feet,let alone how much joy such a simple act could bring her. She continued to blissfully doze, unaware of how much time was passing. This was too real to be a dream, and too nice to be the afterlife. Sherry was self-aware enough that she wouldn't have been sent *up*, but down. She opened her eyes and sat up. This was her old room in the Klaides estate, before she moved into the Palace. So before the war even started. 

The door opened and in walked her maids. The head maid, Mildred, followed by Maria, who shrunk and averted her eyes when Sherry looked her way. Right. Maria was scared of her. Mildred was much more of a cross, disapproving no-nonselce lady who openly showed her disdain and disgust for Sherry but usually got away with it because Mildred had served mother, thus securing her place in the household heirarchy. Sherry remembered disliking Mildred, but right now, she was glad to see her.

"You're awake," Mildred droned dryly. "Please take your place at the mirror. If you stay in bed any longer, you'll be late for the Collegem Orientation."

Sherry couldn't remember how she used to respond, or how she would have responded back then. She was just too happy to be tended to by servants at all. She wordlessly and obediently took her place at the mirror with closed eyes and a content, serene smile playing on her lips. Mildred and Maria were taken aback, looked at each other, and both decided not to tempt fate.

[color=AC42BF]"Please style my hair in a style befitting a Lady. I shall trust your discernment,"[/color] Sherry told them with a smug tone, relishing in the experience of being pampered. She then studied her face. She looked to be much younger then before. Somewhere around the age range of eighteen to twenty. She was too focused to hear Maria whispering to Mildred; "[i]Did she just say 'please'? Did I hear that right?[/i]"