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Deathbelle

Loner

Expert Fighter (225)

Expert Healer (224)

age
Ghost
gender
Female
gems
20
size
Large
build
Emaciated
posts
1,106
player
KatG2

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Promptober 2019
03-08-2023, 10:56 AM

Her journey was no easy one. Her fall from grace had been long and hard, a result of mostly her own actions. Accepting and moving past that fact was perhaps her greatest challenge. There was nothing to be done about the past, it was unchangeable. Her current state of being and the future were all the hints of control that Deathbelle had and even that was fickle.She didn’t feel like she had much if any control over her life for a long time. Relearning how to live wasn’t an easy lesson.

Climbing back from the depths was the difficult path, allowing herself to fall into the void was the easy choice. But seeing Iolaire’s face again, feeling her love, affection, and passion, reinvigorated Deathbelle like no one else would have been able to. Io had saved her, so she wouldn’t let that effort go to waste. Belle was determined to recover, at the very least for the woman that she loved, if not for herself.

When she heard her name all of the guilt and shame returned. Deathbelle was no fool, she knew her place in life was the result of her own decisions. There were so many paths she would have taken differently. She froze for a moment, gritting her teeth. Her second litter was possibly her biggest mistake and regret. What if she hadn’t invited Hannibal to her bed? Would she have ruled with Iolaire by her side for years more? Would Venom have challenged her anyway? There was no real way to tell, but Deathbelle hated herself for how that year of her life transpired and the victims that were made from it.

She forced her once vibrant violet gaze up to him. Years and years had passed since she had looked upon her son. She felt like for a moment that her heart had stopped. That it was actually Hannibal that stood before her. Deathbelle knew better than that though. ”Chimera…” She didn’t even know what to say. For a beat after his name she was silent, there were so many unspoken apologies. So much groveling she needed to do. ”What an incredible man you’ve become.” Mismatched ears fell to her skull, fully prepared for him to reject her and keep on moving to the business he had in the Hallows.

Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.