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“[Hello, Ashley.] the woman said sternly.

Ashley jumped.

[who the hell are you, show yourself!] Ashley screamed jumpily.

[you know.]

[I know?! No, I don’t fucking know who you are! That's why I asked, obviously.] Ashley rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms and placed her weight on her left foot.

[Ashley, you are going to lie after I have already witnessed what you have already done here tonight? You know who I am.] the woman emphasized.

Ashley swallowed but her throat was dryer than that of sandpaper.

[fine. What do you want?]Ashley asked out of admittance more than that of curiosity.

[you have murdered your sister, your blood. What of this do you have to say for yourself? Spit it out, girl! I won't ask again nicely.] the female form spat at Ashley, in a tone of voice colder than a block of dry ice.

Ashley was frozen, not literally, but she may have well have been.

[so, you want to do this the hard way—yes?] the woman replied, just before dropping a vast grin on her face, pleased with the chaos of the situation arising.

The woman did not wait long for Ashley's now non-existent reply, as she flung her around her room hitting her body against every wall in the room at least five times over.

[st—pleas—sot—] Ashley spat as she watched some of her teeth fall to the floor as she began to sob, finally realizing how bad the situation was getting for her now.

[what was that? Sorry, can't talk now, too busy. I have waited so long for this!] the woman threw Ashley against the wall one final time when a flash of red and black light appeared.

She was even more beautiful than the woman nearly trying to destroy Ashley by playing hammer and nail with Ashley being the hammer, and the nails being just about everything else in sight.

But who was she, and why was she here?

[stop it Amarah. Not this one.] the new woman said coldly as dry ice.

[but why? She just killed her sister! I have orders!] the first woman proclaimed arrogantly.

[bye, you angelic self-righteous virgin.] the second woman laughed, as she slammed her blood hand against a marking on the wall, also made of blood—a sigil.

[you might wanna shut your eyes girl, would hate for those beauties to get seared out ya head.] the beautiful woman motioned for her to shut her eyes and since, the woman had saved Ashley completely—she ought to do what she said by the sounds of it.

A bright white light, even brighter than glowing starlight, shone through woman one’s body as beams of light replaced the formerly pristine form, with that of holes one after hole after another—until the sigil was done, burnt and all that remained was pure white ash with an outline of wings burnt into the ground behind it.

[I like to call that virgin repellent] the second woman was more than twice that of the first—but who was she?

[oh I do suppose an introduction is in order…] the beautiful woman-formed figure smiled.

[I am Haylee, or as most of y’all call me is uh... Queen of Hell.] Haylee replied.

Ashley abruptly had all the remaining color drained from her face, the little that had remained after Amarah happened, that is.

[the queen

Of hell

Os in my room

And she just saved my life from some angelic bastard?!]

Ashley blinked, which was about all that she was capable of doing whilst trying to comprehend what the fuck she just went through.

She swallowed once more before being able to gather up the courage and strength to respond to the queen—who was a bit more... Eccentric than Ashley had been made out to believe, though no idea why.

[Ashley?] Haylee asked in concern as she reached out her flawless yet blood-covered hand out to help Ashley up.

[oh—hi.] Ashley smiled as she took Haylee's hand to accept the help up.

Ashley felt a sense of relief as the next thing Haylee had done for her, was not only to save her life form but heal her physical form too that had been thrown around just moments prior.

Every scar, broken bone, and imperfection was waved away ironically enough by Haylee’s hell forged queen knife, purely made of phoenix ash and hellfire—a channeled way to healing just as much as it was destruction, variable by the intent of the wielder, of course.

[you sure are lucky I came when I did, not like id let anything happen to my heir though now, would I?]

[heir…?] Ashley swallowed, or rather—tried to but not a drop of spit would form.

[what the hell is happening?]

[I know this is a lot for you, but I haven’t got much time. Meet me here!] HAYLEE apparated.

The address of your fifth birthday home as a youngster

Come NOW

P.S. I like you. ;)

- H

[there? Reall— oh I suppose, a pent a point, she’s the queen of hell. Duh!] Ashley hit herself on her forehead as she felt a bit idiotic.”

-Chapter 3.2-1