You hummed some song (you weren't sure what), as you walked into Limbo, hands in your pockets as your tail swayed behind you. "Hah~...Who am I here for again?" You stopped and scratched the back of your head, trying to remember who was so sexually deviant that God or whoever gave the orders for punishment needed you to tailor it to what you deemed appropriate.
You quite liked, no, loved, filling out these special orders. When you dipped into the person's limbo, you were completely free from your sin. No more getting distracted easily, no more losing in thought of whose dick you were going to have rammed up your ass later, no more feeling insatiable every few hours, nothing.
(And, it followed that wonderful- well, those wonder orgasms you had a day ago? Oh this week was gonna be good~)
Now let's not get you wrong, you weren't ashamed of yourself and you were really happy living how you wanted, but you couldn't do it exactly how you wanted because of Heaven's curse.
They damn you for acting this way, lost in constant lust, and yet it was them who cursed you with this stereotype and then shook their heads at you. They caused your problem, and then condemn you for having it and shame free sex entirely. Reminds you of modern times but with a few words changed around--cough, let's not get political. You weren't smart enough for that. (Though the thought of being either a teacher or a student and committing shameful forbidden sex was very tempting right now--)
So it was either sipping on liquid lust (which is very taxing to produce), or eagerly waiting like a dog to be fed a limbo case to be free from the effects of your curse. Even Heaven understood that you needed a clear mind for this, even if it wasn't out of compassion.
Limbo lacks color, lacks sound, lacks feeling, lacks smell, lacks a sort of consciousness, it just lacks. All you know is that you are suffering as you wait for a prince of hell to create your torture plan. You also didn't know what limbo looked like as you could only follow the sight of a stationary wispy soul in the distance. Let's not get you started on how tasty souls are, just, ugh~ 🤤
You cut off the vibrations in your throat, your tail flicking as you raised your sunglasses and stopped behind the curled up woman. '...That's one tiny woman. Lolis are real? Oh wait, does she have that one condition? Uh...what's it called?' You sighed and scratched your head as you tilted it. Yeah, you don't remember. All you knew was that it made them stuck in a young body or whatever. That girl in that one Batman episode...you could so fuck Bruce-
You sniffed the air, leaning down to get a better smell and letting her into your bubble. Your aura is what keeps you from becoming lost like her through Limbo so now that you got a good whiff of her soul...what the hell was a child going here?!?! Well maybe not a child exactly, she was an early teen, BUT STOP FUCKING ARGUING WITH ME YOU WEIRDO, WHAT DOES THIS KID HAVE TO DO WITH LUST AND WHY IS SHE IN HELL?!?!?!?!
You don't get children in Limbo! Not usually! Like, at ALLLLLL!!!!
She couldn't be more than 13 years and 5 months old!
Okay, now listen here! unlike popular belief you demons do concern yourselves with other emotions beyond your unreasonable need for your sin. And with this foreboding feeling you felt nervous, panic, and an acidic anxiety in your chest. Your god didn't follow 'morals'. It followed its word.
But you knew just standing there pondering on this would only prolong her suffering so you lifting your hand out of it's pocket and lowered your hand to hover over the crying woman's-- girl's head as your hand glowed with your magic. With a serious expression you readied yourself and took in a breath, laying your hand on her head and pulled it back in sync with yours.
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In a flash you suddenly stumbled into running through a forest, grateful for your reflexes so you didn't make a fool of yourself. Your mind hasn't yet caught up yet but you very much remembered the fear of being chased by your superiors and kicked out of heaven to burn.
You looked down to your left at the sound of footsteps behind you, you jumped over a ditch and looked back to see the girl running behind you in tattered clothing. Your eyes widened and you abruptly made a U-turn and ran back before you turned, running at her side. What the hell was going on???
You examined her person, the fear in her eyes, her poor country, pilgrim clothing, her bare dirty feet that matched the rest of her exposed skin. Further behind you both you noticed the sound of men shouting after them and her quickening stride stuttering at the feel of flashlights on her back. Again, what in the actual hell?
You continued to run along with her before you both met that ditch you previously leaped over. She fell, so you followed, sliding down as she tumbled. You were starting to notice that something about this ditch wasn't naturally made...
You deluded yourself into thinking that maybe, just maybe, you both had gotten away from whoever those guys were and had the chance to think. Okay, okay...you sighed and rubbed your face, bringing your knees to your chest. Maybe she ran away, got kicked out, and went to work at at a brothel? And that's why she's a special case? Because she thought she had no choice? So she's fine! You sighed in relief, and rub the sides of your head after successfully fooling yourself, now wondering if they were going to pay personal attention now why didn't they give her some, I don't know, revelation??? Miracle? Anything so she didn't fall into this life at such a young age.
You sigh again and groan, turning to the terrified girl looking down at her swelling ankle. Damn...You groaned into the cold night air and looked up, for once in a long time seeing the stars that bedazzled the sky. You couldn't...you couldn't delude yourself anymore. The signs were clear, even to your catching up brain.
"Please...Please..." Your brows furrowed and you suddenly clasped your hands together, closing your eyes and lowering your head. "Oh father above, grace me with your ear, grace me with your eyes, grace me with your acknowledgement and consider my plea. Please, my lord. Let this girl's fate be kind to her. Please! Recognize her again as the one you blessed with a soul and shine your light on her."
...Can God even hear a demon's prayer? What about a fallen angel's? Well, you didn't know, and at this rate probably never. After all, he never answered.
You suddenly heard a sharp yelp and a shift in the air, your eyes snapping open and head whipping over to see the girl's feet kicking at the edge of the deep ditch before it disappeared up above.
"SHIT!" You grab at her foot, for a split second having hope as your fingers curled only for you to clamp around air as your hand fazed through her. What...why-
You didn't have time to question as you were crawling out of the ditch (more like a grave), in a matter of seconds. For a brief moment you wondered again, what in the world were you doing here?!
With all these questions one would think you were dumb.
And you were.
Just not for a reason relating to this.
You see, you couldn't physically process fully what was going on. Limbo was a tricky place and it took a while for the bubble to nullify all effects so for the moment, you couldn't even fathom that you were in a memory and couldn't affect it. You were essentially a ghost.
TRIGGER WARNING: RAPE, CHILD MOLESTATION, VICTIM BLAMING, ABUSE
After this point if you're uncomfortable you don't have to read past this point. I'll let you know when you're good. Btw, I will make this as vague and quick as I personally can, I'm not educated professionally so I'll direct you to forms I put at the end. Underlined words show how to respond to someone who has told you they have been assaulted (roughly).
