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I read this Mortal Instruments Simon and Raphael fanfic on tumblr, now I can't find it. The plot is after the mortal war Simon finds Raphael crying alone because his friend died in the war and he couldn't save him so, he comforts him. Does anyone of you know it?

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The Lost Child at Stellis - Vyn Ritcher

Vyn’s first impression of the amusement park was something more than a place to take away the stress. It was a place where the imaginations of children come to fruition and adults can see the 'fun' in their lives.

He was walking behind the trio when suddenly, in his distance, he saw you. You were sitting on the bench, a face filled with despair and worry.

"Hmm, I wonder what's the matter with that kid? Hold on, why are they sitting alone?" Vyn thought.

As he approached you, he checked over if you were safe. Nodding your head, he sighed and kept his distance.

"My name is Vyn Ritcher or Mr. Richter to you." He gave out this trusting smile. You then introduced yourself, pushing your hair away.

"Were you waiting for someone? Kids like you usually know that they should stay with their parents or they would tell you to call their number," he remarked.

"I don't know where my dad is now. I just returned from the lost and found section after I gave the lady's wallet back. Plus, the signal's kinda bad in this area," you stated.

Impressed by your good nature, he said, "Well, that sounds something to me. I can tell you were taught well on good behavior and manners."

"Dad would be angry if I stole it. I know that from experience," you chuckled. "Hold on a moment. Are you coming alone?"

"No," Vyn said. "I'm actually with a group, but it looks like I went ahead to check over you. I’ll try to find a park worker while you stay here."

"What about your friends?" You had a worried look but he quickly assured you that he'll send a message on his current location and they should go ahead.

So, you stayed on that bench, Vyn trying to find the nearest authority in his vision. You decided to kill time by playing your favorite game on your phone.

A man was trying not to rush through the crowd. Holding his son by the hand, they both tried to find a missing child.

From a distance, Vyn was still looking for a trusted person to help the situation. That is until he accidentally bumped into someone.

"Oh, sorry about that!" The man exclaimed and tried to help Vyn stand up but Vyn politely refused as he brushed away the dust from his hands.

"Are you looking for someone?" he questioned.

"Yes, sir!" the father cried. "It's my child (Y/N), you see. They went somewhere and I'm trying to find them!"

"Well, I'm sure they were last seen on the bench. They were sitting and waiting for you," he smiled.

"Nothing wrong happened to them, sir?" the man asked. As Vyn quickly assured, he led the father to you.

Sure enough, he gave you a big hug and some minor scolding but that would be dealt with later.

Your brother began to complain about how you went off without him but you joked that he doesn't need to follow you everywhere. Vyn smiled fondly as he saw the family reunited.

He was about to leave the scene though your father has some unfinished business. It was his idea that he should spend a little time with you and your family.

So, he agreed. From riding the teacups to experiencing the elusive Ferris Wheel, Vyn was happy to let go of all the worries behind him for now.

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The Lost Child at Stellis - Artem Wing

"Hmm, it seems that this man is older. Probably a big boss or something," you observed.

Your perceptive stare made Artem worry if his tall height was intimidating you. Seeing the strained look from the man, you apologized for your stare.

"No worries, you just reminded me of my friend. She's a talented one, and quite smart," he admitted. "My name is Artem Wing. You may call me Mr. Artem."

"Okay," you replied. As Artem corrected his turtleneck, you felt an aura that guarantees that you are safe. For once, you were sure that he could help you find your father soon.

“You are truly lost to me. So in order to find your parents, please tell me your name?” he questioned.

“Oh, it’s bad that I never got to say my name. I’m (Y/N) (L/N)!” you said. Artem could feel his heart melting but he couldn't help but be familiar with your last name.

Getting closer to the answer, he questioned, "Do you know where you last saw your father?"

"Um, he was keeping watch of me and my brother while he was looking for something," you explained. "Then, I found a lost wallet which made me go to the lost and found section and return it to the lady."

"I did retrace my steps here but it seems that they could've been looking for me," you added. With you sulking in sadness, Artem cleared his throat for your attention.

"Just as I suspected. You are the daughter of one of my workers. Perhaps, he introduced me to the family but you don't remember," he said.

"So, you're saying...you know my dad?" you beamed. Artem nodded his head and you silently celebrated.

“But, that doesn't mean you get to come with me and find your father. It's too dangerous so I'll call him instead,” he declared. You nodded and tried to stay put on the bench.

Tired of rushing around, your tired father rested up in a small cafe. Your brother happily ate the chocolate sandwich that he packed for himself.

Then, there was something moving in your father's pocket. Reaching out for his phone, it showed the contact number of Artem.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Wing. Is there something important to deal with?" he asked in a worried tone.

"It's not serious, don't worry," Artem responded. "But, why is that your child is sitting on a bench, all alone? Please don't do something like this again."

The father almost trembled at the strict voice but quickly explained that he tried to find them and was planning to come back there. After a few minutes, Artem ended the call.

After a little break, it was not long that you finally met up with your father and brother again. You quickly thanked Artem for his help.

"No problem at all. I do what needs to be done," he said. Though it took you a few seconds to rewind the fact that this guy is a lawyer and your father works in his office.

So, what's next after solving this minor case? As you and your brother were thrill-seekers, it was time for the pirate ship and the dark ride!

It was funny to say that Artem's soul left figuratively, during those rides.

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The Lost Child at Stellis - Luke Pearce

You looked up to see a brown-haired man, with a yellow striped shirt and khaki shorts. Those shoes looked fancy and didn't match the outfit well.

"Who are you, Mister?" you asked.

"I am Luke Pearce. Or you can call me Luke," he smiled.

"Are you going to hurt me?" you trembled.

"No, I wouldn't do that! I want to make sure if you're okay," Luke replied as he sat down beside you.

As you gave a thumbs up that you're fine, he asked, "May I know your name? I think I could help where your family is."

"(Y/N) (L/N)," you responded.

"Now that I thought of it, someone with the same last name approached us before I met you," he deduced.

You gasped, "Wait, you met them? You mean, you know where they are now?"

Luke nodded, "That's right, they've been worried since you just ran off! Why did you get lost, anyway?"

"I found a wallet on the ground. Then, I went to the lost and found section, which I returned to a nice lady who rewarded me and I went back here," you recalled.

Luke then decided to look for a park worker and told you to stay where you are, in case the parents do come over.

"Excuse me, sir?" Luke asked one of the park workers.

"What can I help you with?" he said.

"I saw a lost child sitting on the bench without their parents. Have you seen them?" Luke inquired.

"Hmm," the man hummed. "Earlier, a father and a young boy were looking for a lost child. What's their name?"

"(Y/N) (L/N)," Luke added.

The park worker nodded, "Ah, I see that you found the exact child! I appreciate your help, Mr. Pearce."

"Wha—how do you know…" Luke got cut off as the park worker explained that he saw his name in his antique store.

Luke chuckled at the sudden recognition but thanked him back. Suddenly, a man rushed to the park worker who was still looking for his child.

"Did you try going back to your first location?" Luke suggested. The father agreed and followed him to where you were sitting.

"Dad! You came back!" You jumped from the bench and hugged him tightly. Your brother copied the hug too, as Luke just smiled from the background.

"You just stayed where you are! Just what I taught you," he sighed happily. Nodding your head, you stared at Luke who helped a little in this case.

"Thank you for finding my daughter, Mr. Pearce. I'm very sorry that you have to experience this. One question, are you a real detective?"

"Well…I'll leave it to your imagination," he grinned.

"How can we repay you?" Your father held you and your brother tight. Luke never wanted a reward so he tried to decline the favor.

But, your father insisted. You and the family, together with Luke, spent the afternoon grabbing prizes for everyone and riding a drop tower.

Luke thought he was brave. But, his mind escalated and screamed internally when it dropped down safely.

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The Lost Child at Stellis - Starting Point

// A/N: It took me the whole day to write the beginning partly because Artem and Vyn are characters that are complex in dialogue. Also, this is spoiler-free because it doesn’t connect to the game, just a wholesome story. //

It felt like a surprise when one day, Marius had the greatest idea he ever thought. Even Luke had to sit down to process this correctly.

"So you're saying that we should take a day off by going to...the amusement park?" Luke asked.

Marius laughed softly and said, "Exactly! Seeing as we all serious men had probably little to no experience of fun, I'd thought it'd be an opportunity to spend that time on Saturday, at 10 a.m."

"Excuse you! I'm Clairemont's childhood friend, and we had tons of fun that I can remember!" Luke rebutted.

"We know, Luke. But, can you remember one memory that you enjoyed the most?" Marius stared intently.

Luke was about to add more, but he went silent. Marius smirked again and faced the other two.

"Well, I don't mind taking a break. It seems that I have a free weekend," Vyn smiled.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to visit one ourselves. My last memories of the amusement park were my elementary days." Artem held the papers firmly.

“Seriously? You guys are boring. Except for you, Teach, you’re more interesting,” Marius said, leaning on the couch. As Vyn returns the compliment with a small smile, Luke feels defeated.

“Why does Marius feel the need to call me boring?” he mumbled.

“So, Luke, what’s your answer?” Marius looked to the brunet, who sighed and agreed with no choice.

“Excellent! I’m texting Clairemont to see if she's going with us. It's not perfect without her," Marius winked.

"I'm sure she would say that she has work. It's rare that she gets a break and hangs out with her office friends," Artem recalled.

"How about you? She told me a week ago that all you can talk about is work and nothing about your life. Isn't that crazy?" Luke laughed.

Artem sighed, "I guess that applies to me too. Celestine tried to invite me with some officemates for dinner yet I still said no because of work. Such a shame."

"I recommend joining a few hangouts with friends if you want to liven up your life. As one proverb says, ‘All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.’ I am not going to imagine an Artem Wing who is boring," Vyn plainly said.

As his name was mentioned, Artem arched his brow in disapproval. “Such a bold statement, Vyn. As if I’m the boring one, you look and act like the most complex person I can’t translate in simple terms,” he scoffed.

“Okay, can we just stop arguing and go back to the main topic? Clairemont just texted that she would try to join alongside us if work doesn’t overtake her,” Marius called out.

Artem and Vyn went silent as they kept glaring through their tables. Luke and Marius looked at each other, shaking their heads in disappointment.

A regular day at the NXX Headquarters. Clairemont left earlier to focus on another important task, which settled the boys for a trip to the amusement park.

By the end of the day, it looks like there is going to be a challenge awaiting ahead.

Saturday. Families usually spend their days Saturday. Families usually spend their days outside of their homes, enjoying the activities with their children.

One of the most famous amusement parks is Stellis Wonderland Park, where it owns the legendary Fantasy House. Inside the house contains a treasure that only the lucky people can find.

Of course, the park has the usual stuff like roller coasters or the Ferris Wheel and the food. Luke can't wait to eat cotton candy or kettle corn.

Marius was the first guy to arrive there, wearing a black polo shirt and matching jeans with sneakers. Although his life screams rich, he prefers not to flaunt his rich status.

"Where are those guys? It's almost 10 a.m.!" he thought.

Then, Artem and Vyn entered the scene. Marius almost burst into laughter as they were not wearing formal clothes for once. He could give them brownie points for coming on time, and not standing out from the crowd.

“Finally! It’s great that you’re wearing sweaters and coats and not ties or suits. Looking at you, Artem,” Marius complimented, then gave a stare to the latter.

“Ah, so you think I have poor taste in fashion. This is the best-looking turtleneck I could find in my closet," Artem glanced at his clothes.

"Look at Vyn, he prefers to wear a button-up shirt with his slacks and you never called him out," he bluntly stated.

"Let's not talk about my fashion. Besides, I look casual enough to blend in," he calmly responded.

Artem looked away with an irritated look. Marius laughed then said, "Anyway, where's Luke?"

Suddenly, Luke rushed to the group, placing his hands on his hips. "There you are! Artem, you promised that you would wait for me," he pouted.

"You just said that I would go ahead. You were too busy looking at some puppies by the window. Be glad that I sent you the location," Artem explained.

Marius looked up from his phone, saying, "Guys, I think we have bad news. Clairemont isn't coming with us because she is babysitting her neighbor's kids. She said that we can enjoy the park without her."

"How sad. I was looking forward to meeting her," Artem sighed sadly. The others looked to him, in small jealousy as he huffed.

"Well, looks like we're all here! Let's get our tickets and enjoy the amusement park!" Marius declared. As they went to the entrance, Marius paid for their tickets and started their day at the amusement park.

Meanwhile, you were also at the amusement park with your little brother and your dad. This is your first experience at nine years old, after convincing your parents to visit the park.

Your reason? Everyone already had a chance to go to the famous park, except you.

As you munched on your snow cone, you held onto your brother's hands as your father guarded you two on the bench. Then, your father became a bit frantic as he couldn't find what he was looking for.

You planned for the next part of the trip when you saw a lost wallet in the middle of the bricked road. As you picked it up, your first instinct was to go to the “Lost and Found” office.

Without knowing, you looked at the nearest map and followed its directions. When you arrived there, someone was asking the employee if anyone saw their wallet.

"Excuse me, Ma'am. I found a wallet on the ground. Does this belong to you?" you politely asked them.

The person turned around and gasped as they saw the wallet in your hand. "Oh, you found it!" they exclaimed.

"It's yours? I haven't checked what's inside yet," you said.

Then, the person introduced, "My name is Chelsea Scott. It's on my ID."

You took a quick look on the inside and it's the accurate person. Returning the wallet, she thanked you for your honesty and rewarded you with a small token.

It's wrapped neatly so you thanked her back and said your goodbyes. It was unfortunate by the time you came back, your father and your brother weren't there.

Normally, your first reaction is to cry in tears. But, you remained calm and tried to find a way.

You started by calling from your phone, but this part of the area has poor reception. You couldn't even retrace your steps as it would be worse than now.

Having no other decisions, you sat on the same bench. Your thoughts started to race until you were approached by a stranger and a small group.

"Are you lost? Where is your family?"

Who was the stranger that approached you first?

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The Lost Child of Stellis - Notes

Note 1: My MC is named Clairemont. She has a minor appearance in this book because the main focus is going to be you, the child reader. Oh, the four men too.

Note 2: I don't own these characters, as they belong to miHoYo. Please support the game by downloading it on Android and iOS!

Note 3: All books of this collection are gender-neutral although I usually write in the 2nd POV. You just choose any character to continue the story.

Note 4: On Wattpad and AO3, some parts were changed. Well, I placed an urgent note (you can read it below) that I rewritten them after noticing a major problem that needs to be corrected.

Note 5: If you're curious, this will also be available on Wattpad on the same username and AO3 as Cookis167. Trust me, this is not the only book in this collection.

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Urgent Note: Hello. I noticed how I handled the lost child storyline poorly and I just researched that when a child is lost, the child should stay where they are so the parents might find them. If they are seen as lost, the adult can call the authorities.

I am really sorry I overlooked this part. As a result, I am going to rewrite the chapters in order to avoid comments and I will do my best to do accurate writing next time. I hope you understand and sorry for the inconvenience.

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Achess, We All Fall Down.

A fanfiction about Alastor and his daughter:

TW for Alastor being dismissive, an abusive parent, and honestly just shitty.

“Pa- pa I can’t breath-“

“Oh quiet.”

Her father’s coat should’ve been loose.

He was much taller than her.

So why wasn’t it big on her?

Well, it was, everywhere except the waist. Her father had a weirdly proportioned body. His waist was so thin, you’d wonder how he swallowed food.

Compared to his daughter’s normal waist. So naturally, she was struggling to breath.

This was Achess. A unique, (and debatably ugly) way of spelling “Ashes”. No, it couldn’t be Ash, or Ashley, or Ayesha. It had to be Achess.

The entire cannibal town calls her “Ache” or “Headache”. Or if they’re feeling very fancy, “Miss Headache” was their go-to.

Even her father calls her Ache from time to time. Hm.

She got the nickname from being the Radio Demon’s embarrassing headache of a daughter.

Always causing trouble, and hanging out with the working class imps. Maybe it was the wrathian blood in her, hanging out with the muscle of hell, it must’ve made her think she was one of them. That’s what everyone in Pentagram City thought.

Her father, the Radio Demon, AKA, Alastor, tried to shelter her to the maximum. Choosing all of her clothes, not letting her make any friends, and god forbid having access to the brain rotting, evil internet.

She wasn’t allowed outside of the basement for the first 5 years of her life. It was torture. And even after, he would throw her into the basement as punishment. He only stopped once throwing her down the stairs caused her a ton of injuries. Shockingly, throwing a child down a staircase is actually not good for them.

At one point, she just kinda snapped. Started coming home late, participating in the small, meaningless yet unbelievably dangerous hell fights.

Actually, maybe they could be classified as wars. Who knows?

Well now Ache was 15, turning 16. Alastor wanted to have a dad and daughter day for her 16th birthday. He made her dress up in a black variation of his regular red coat. Of course she can’t fit in it. She struggles and grunts.

“Pretending like you’re dying isn’t going to make me take it off.”

She continues to struggle, ‘waisting’ Alastor’s time.

Angry, big black eyes look up at him. “Why can’t you just let me wear the dress you bought?!”

“It looks horrible on you!”

It didn’t actually look that bad. Alastor just didn’t like the way she looked in it. The red dress and wide brimmed hat made her look too much like…

…too much like Rosie. And he never really learned how to cope with her death.

She would’ve still been here if it weren’t for that disgusting imp she called her “current husband”. He found him, butt naked on top of a car, drunk off of his ass in the middle of daylight, snuggling a dead body. It was nothing new for Hell, but god, Alastor had no clue what Rosie saw in that man.

Alastor brushed out Ache’s usually messy hair, and put a bow over her head to hide what’s left of her snipped imp horns. Her big black eyes stare at the floor in defeat, her arms folded over her chest. Ache didn’t like Alastor touching her hair. It was the only thing she had control over. She got to cut it as short as she wanted, so she cut it short. It got to be as messy as she wanted, so she kept it messy. It could be as wavy as she wanted, so she waved it to the maximum.

But now suddenly, Alastor was under the impression that he could just… touch it. And style it how he wants. But she doesn’t do anything. She’s already occupied trying to keep from passing out, so she just lets him.

“You look lovely.”

He was finally done. He finally got his grubby little goblin fingers out of her black and white hair.

She doesn’t respond.

“Let’s get going, shall we?” His tone is happy, now that he has his way. He grabs her hand and drags her out of the house. Her head never leaves the ground.

Her invisible weights scream for her to just go lay back down, but that isn’t an option. She has to celebrate her birthday with her annoying and strict father.

Dragging her around Cannibal Town, they pass a massive house. A massive, abandoned house. What looked to be a once beautiful home was now rotting away, copper ceilings with holes in them, likely stolen and sold. Every window was broken, the pile of cobwebs and mold had a lot of house in them.

Every single week, Ache can smell a fresh scent of eggy rotten meat and iron. Every time they walk past it, she asks Alastor what’s up with the place, but he gives her a stern, tired look, with slivers of sadness in it, and doesn’t respond.

It was Rosie’s house. The one she died in. The one that her husband got to take after she died.

God… Alastor hadn’t seen her in months. Her husband got her all drugged up and hooked on all sorts of stuff. He wouldn’t let him talk to her, he was suddenly not allowed in the house.

And then he had been informed that she was gone. She took her own life, piercing her heart with an angelic weapon. He didn’t understand how she couldn’t get out of that relationship. She was so much more powerful than that imp. Maybe she just really loved him, and despite a decaying mental health, couldn’t bare to leave him. Who knows?

It’s not something he’s prepared to talk to Ache about. It’s a personal matter, so he just doesn’t answer.

He spots a tiny little cafe nearby, and drags Ache along. She grunts in frustration. Despite it being quieter than a pin dropping from the other side of the world, everyone nearby seems to pick up on it. Everyone in cannibal town can recognize that grunt. ‘The grunt of Miss Headache when she doesn’t get her way.’ Everyone looks Alastor’s way, with a look of pity. Anxiety would’ve stormed up inside of Ache by now, but she’s grown slightly thicker skin, and chainmail around her heart, so that anxiety slashes felt like paper cuts to her.

Ache was always considered a weight that Alastor had to carry by the public, but if it were up to him, he’d make her a carbon copy of him. But she can’t be that. She can only be Achess.

“ALASTOR!” The voice of an old woman could be heard from across the street.

“WHY DOES YOUR DAUGHTER SOUND LIKE THAT?”

…

Susan. Ugh. Ornery old bitch.

“Y’KNOW KID, WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE, I WAS SLEEPING ON ROCKS, USING MY AUNT’S SKIN AS A BLANKET, AND HONEYCOMB SLICES WERE MY TAMPONS!!-“

“Susan.” Alastor says calmly, across the street.

“WHAT?” “You-“

He sighs.

“-You don’t need to yell..”

“QUIET!” Susan shouts in response.

“SOMEBODY NEEDS TO KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO THAT KID’S HEAD! IF YOU WON’T TEACH HER TO BE POLITE, I WILL!”

“Susan.” He says again. Debatably calmer than the first time.

“FINE, WHATEVER, BUT DON’T COME CRYING TO ME WHEN SHE KILLS YOU IN 30 YEARS!!”

“Susan.”

And with that, she gives an offended look and walks away. God, Ache hated her so much. Clenching her fists in anger. She wished that somebody would just hit that woman with their truck. She unclenches one fist to fidget with her hand by snapping with her pinky finger, something she does when she’s stressed. Actual math goes on in her head of the possibility of Susan getting hit with a truck right now.

As if out of pure luck, she runs out into the street and actually gets run over with a truck. It knocked her over, likely breaking something, and then rolled over her. Susan screams in pain and agony. She sounds like a really old, loud door opening.

Alastor and many other people catch eye of this, but nobody helps, because nobody really likes Susan.

Alastor rushes Ache inside of the cafe he spotted earlier. He quickly finds a table booth to sit down at, while Ache throws herself into the opposite side of it.

What a lucky man Alastor is. He can fit into his clothes and sit down with ease. Instead of suffocating and needing to throw himself into chairs because he can’t sit down correctly.

Only a moment passes by, before both Ache and Alastor start chuckling. Chuckling turned into laughter. And with the help of Ache mentioned that Susan sounded like an old door when screeching, laugher turned into face scrunching, wheezing. Alastor has to keep himself from snorting.

A solid minute goes by, before the laughter stops. It’s followed by a moment of awkward silence.

That might’ve been the first time that Ache had ever laughed about something with her father. Huh.

A menu is put in front of them. Alastor picks it up. He’s not feeling anything fancy today, just coffee, black and bitter, like how he thinks coffee should be.

He hands the menu to Ache when he’s done. Looking through the menu, she finds her favorite desert, cherry pie. She could get a slice of cherry pie for only $5.

“Can I-“

“You are not getting pie.”

“Wha-“

“Sweets don’t make you thinner. You wanna be comfortable in my coats? You need to lay off of the sugar.” He says to his underweight daughter.

Alastor’s implication that she was getting fat makes her immediately cross her arms over her stomach. Her big black eyes stare at her knees, not wanting to look at Alastor and his piercing red gaze. When the waitress comes over and asks the two what they would like to order, they both order black coffee. The waitress then walks away, leaving them alone.

There’s an awkward and upsetting silence. Alastor’s comment really hurt. This was no innocent anxiety slash like the cannibal town community gives her, this was her father. He didn’t slash her, he stabbed her. Chainmail isn’t strong enough to protect you from a stab.

“Deer, it’s criticism. I’m trying to help you.” He says calmly, rubbing lemon juice into the wound. She wonders if maybe she IS fat. She doesn’t really know how to do a sword fight with her own father, so she keeps her sword away and accepts defeat.

“…I know.”

{.~.}

They’re silent when awkwardly drinking their coffee. Ache doesn’t even like the taste of coffee. Too bitter, and it makes her stomach upset. She’s never told Alastor that, because he doesn’t listen. He doesn’t care. There are so many things the two don’t know about each other.

“You don’t talk to me anymore.” Alastor says to Ache, he sounds rather disappointed. She has to hold back from scoffing, or chuckling in disbelief. She looks at him quietly.

Alastor sighs. He knows he shouldn’t keep pushing it, it’s not like she ever responds. He assumes it’s just a teenager thing. He and his father had the same exact relationship when he was a teenager. It was *normal*.

Ache looks down at the brown, almost black substance. She watches the steam float and dance elegantly. An explosion can be heard in the distance. Typical hell stuff. But it was a big explosion. It caused the booth table to shake, knocking the coffee over.

It was headed for Ache’s sleeve. Scorching hot and would ruin her father’s coat. As if by force, she snaps with her pinky finger again. Just as the realization and shock kicked in, the cup stopped just as it was about to pour, and stood back up. Like nothing happened. It was physically impossible for that to happen. And yet, it did. Ache finally processed that. She wasn’t freaked out, more confused.

She sees Alastor starting. “Pa, I don’t know how that happened-“

“How what happened?”

Ache gestures to the coffee. “How it just stood back up before it could fall-“

“The coffee never moved.” Alastor replied calmly.

“…What- yeah it did, from the explosion-“

“What explosion?”

The two stare at each other in silence, before Alastor rolls his eyes and sighs. Now thinking his daughter was ill in the mind.

A now red in the face Ache looks down at her lap.

“I have something for you, dear.” Alastor speaks up.

Ache looks back at Alastor, watching him use his staff to summon a hole in the ground, one of his minions reach their hand up with a box.

It’s a rectangular box. A very skinny rectangle. Standing up, it would be a few inches taller than her.

He pushes the box to her side of the table, carefully. His smile seems somewhat genuine.

He can see her big black eyes looking at him in confusion. “Open it.”

She looks down at the box and takes the lid off.

Inside is a carefully packaged scepter. The head of it is has a checkered black and white pattern. It’s star shaped and has an eye in the middle.

“You’re welcome.” He speaks up, a shit eating grin still on his face.

“Oh.”

“You don’t like it?”

“It’s not that pa… it’s just… I don’t want a staff. I don’t want to be like you..”

His smile doesn’t face, but the joy in his eyes does. “You’re kidding.”

“Pa… it’s-look-“

“I spent good money on it.”

“No.. it looks amazing but-“

“Y’know I was really hoping you’d show a little gratitude since it was custom made for you-“

“Well why didn’t you ask me before doing that?!”

“I can teach you how to use it. Maybe you’ll like it.”

“I don’t think I’m gonna like summoning tendrils to rip people apart with…”

“Y’know what? Fine. You’re grounded.”

She looks at him, slightly shaking her head in disbelief.

“Pa… I’m not like you. I never dreamed of using a powerful staff to hurt people with…”

“So you would prefer to be weak?” Alastor responds aggressively. Before she can even respond, a man kicks the door open, which causes her to jump. He aims a gun at a waiter. “PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS UP!” He shouts.

A few other guys bust in and do the same thing to other people. Gunshots can be heard.

Guns made of… angelic steel.

“Achess, get down!” Alastor shouts at her. She immediately gets down.

Alastor stands up and summons his black tendrils. He uses them to throw one thug against the wall, but the others point their guns at him.

“You all seem to be having a bad day. Let me make it even worse.” He says, the static in his voice gets even nosier.

But he’s stopped when a bullet is planted in his hand, making him drop his staff, and another in his foot, making him unable to walk.

“…Fuck.” He curses.

He falls over, the thugs corner him. He can feel his big fluffy deer ears push back to his head.

Ache sees the whole thing. Stressed, she’s about to watch the only parental figure she’s ever known die. She wants their guns to be unusable. She wishes they were just toys.

Out of stress, she snaps with her pinky finger again. One of the guys push their gun against Alastor’s head, preparing to pull the trigger.

“STOP!” Ache shouts.

“ACHESS, SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Alastor shouts at her. But she doesn’t. Instead, she tries to crawl out and stand up, but is trapped by the tight suit. After struggling in it enough, she forcefully moves in it and rips it up, finally able to stand up. She can breathe so much better now.

She stands across from the thugs.

They don’t hesitate to try shooting her. But the guy who tries it fails. The gun is supposed to release a bullet, but instead it releases a joke flag that says “Gotcha!” on it. It’s a toy gun.

He looks at his gun. “The fuck…” the guy says.

“BOYS, SHOOT HER!” He tells the other thugs. But they try to shoot her and have the same result. One guy releases a dog’s tennis ball from his gun, and another releases paintballs. The paintball hits her neck. She’s in utter shock, and the thugs are extremely embarrassed.

The thug on the left tries to pull out a pocket knife, but a butter knife comes out of his pockets instead.

Another thug tries to pull out an explosive, but a bath bomb comes out instead.

All of their weapons were literal toys. They weren’t before, but they are now. Embarrassment flows through the entire group of men. She snaps with her pinky once more to test a theory she might have. Moments later, a part of the ceiling cracks and falls on top of all of them. Badly injuring some, and killing others.

The entire cafe is silent.

And then, a waitress starts clapping. More people start clapping, until everybody is clapping.

She’s not used to so much praise. She turns around to find herself face to face with her father.

He is unbelievably crossed.