Adora's Backstory
Adora's Backstory
Trigger Warning: Christianity, abuse, death, foster care (please let me know if I miss any)
Adora Age at death: 17 1829 - 1846
Adora was raised through the romantic and a few of the gothic era. She was the youngest daughter of two. Her father was a high-standard banking man with his income and stability often fluctuating with bankruptcy. Her mother worked as a seamstress making clothing for her neighbours, family, and friends, to help the family make extra money. Her older brother helped out by tending to the animals and the garden. He is gone for long hours leaving Adora to do the housework all day.
Her home chores never varied and she was always able to complete them but the temperament of her father changed with how his work went. Being the one who didn’t contribute to the family in food or money she was often the victim of his words. He would berate her and get physical often. At 17 she died due to the abuse and malnutrition of the times.
After dying Adora goes to heaven as a spirit and spends her years wandering there. She was greeted by the judges, given a white dress to change into and treated for the bruises in a care centre. The days were great, she talked with the other spirits and angels. Over a hundred and fifty years later Adora is getting sad and bored with her repetitive life. She is slowly forgetting her old life and she wants to do more with her afterlife so she approaches God with her question.
“How do I become an angel, sir?”
“An angel? Well, there are many different angels. What type of angel do you wish to be? It’s a difficult process, you must pass tests and shadow and prove your strengths,” they respond.
“Well, I don’t know what kind of angel. I want to help people. People who are hurting and need safety,” Adora explains.
God nods understanding, “I think you will be a good guardian angel, I will call the head of the guardian angels to begin your placement,” they say calling forth the head guardian angel, Alice. A sharp-looking angel with her wings small ontop of her head, a trick upper angels have;
It was a difficult process to turn into a guardian angel. First was the schooling, learning about the history of angels. All types of angels, but a focus on guardian angels. Then she learned about the tasks needed to complete as guardian angels. The different people who have become guardian angels, famous ones, bad ones, rejected ones. How angels become fallen, shunned from heaven and all the residents.
After the schooling, a year or two, there were multiple tests: written, physical, practical and real. These tests were hard but Adora never gave up, she did her best and passed. Afterwards, the shadowing begins. It’s difficult to keep up, angels get wings but spirits just wander without them. As time goes on it gets easier, Adora knows what’s expected, what’s needed, where to go and how to keep up.
The worst part of it all though was getting her wings in. It was painful, and long, and took weeks. First rashes formed, they were itchy, tough, and painful. Slowly the rashes will grow and plumage will begin. The lumps continue growing until her skin opens up, the cold essence of what used to be her blood falling. The wings slowly come out, skin taught, with feathers beginning. The last parts are less painful as the feathers come in and grow out. During this process Adora is stuck in the guardian angel lodging, mostly in her dorm, in pain, crying and waiting till the end.
After the wings come in and recover Adora is learning how to use her angel powers. She learns how to fly and glide, this takes many months to become proficient. Turning visible to the human eye. Most humans cannot see angels and rely on other modes of communication like prayers and divination. In desperate situations, angels need to reveal their identity and they do this by manipulating the light around them, often leaving them with a glow to humans.
Adora also learned how to turn other items invisible, including humans, often used for safety situations and to teleport in the most critical times. Reading human minds was an easy power to learn, and learning body language in school made it much quicker to use. She was feeling much better about becoming an angel and her future helping others.
Adora shadowed for two more years with her wings and powers to get them under control before she graduated. Once graduated Adora was granted her halo. Many lower angels are given simple halos, small gems or stars if desired, many don’t wear them either. It was an honour to be given her halo and wear hers like a crown. A crown that was too big and covered one of her eyes but that was fine. Adora loved her halo either way and wore it with pride.
God gave Adora her first placement a day after her halo was received. She will never forget that day, the human world had changed so much in her time. October 5th, 2012 in a small busy town on the outskirts of Nebraska. Adora was placed to help a girl, 18 years old, wanting to run away from her foster family.
The girl was Janice, she had been in foster care since she was a toddler, passed around from family to family. The most recent family to take her in was loud, and harsh but never laid hands on her. She turned 18 the night she ran away knowing that something bad would happen when morning came. Janice was a practising witch and has been meditating and practising cleansing often. She had recently begun divination where one of Adora’s colleagues had hinted Janice would no longer be safe there.
Adora was ready for this, she had helped with a few runaways in her shadow work. She watched as Janice began packing her backpack. It was dark out and her parents had already made sure she was asleep. Janice opens the window quietly and slides out shutting it behind her. She looks around and stealths through the night with Adora following close behind.
Adora knew of one of Janice's friends who lived alone. She knew her background and placed the idea in Janice’s head to go there. Janice was silent about her plan to run away. She spoke about it to no one, her friends, her co-workers, and not a single person around her knew what she was planning. She had decided to run away the night of her 18th birthday a week before, it was a quick decision and she knew she had to act fast.
Running through the night Janice arrives at her friend's apartment knocking, Adora had made sure she made it there safely. No cops, no fishy men, and no violence on the way. She gently persuaded Janice’s friend to wake up and she opened the door. Janice was accepted with open arms to stay there as long as needed.
Before the night finished Adora went back to Janice’s foster home and made sure her valuables were well hidden. Anything with sentimental or retail value that her foster parents may throw out before she’s able to retrieve them. During this Adora notices much more of the changes that have gone through the world while she was gone. She tucks away the belongings and goes back to heaven to wait until morning.
As expected her foster parents were yelling at Janice to wake up and were surprised to see her not there. They yell and they curse and they call her to find out Janice ran away to live alone now that she’s 18. Her parents are shocked and quickly agree, with a little persuasion from Adora, and they set up a time to pick up the rest of Janice’s stuff. When Janice picks up the rest of her stuff, her valuables most of all, her parents are angry claiming they bought it and deserve to keep it, but Janice had found receipts from some luck given to them to prove she owns them.
Quickly, Adora can call her first mission a success and she sighs with relief. She continues with small missions for a few years, spread out as she grows her confidence and learns more about human life now and how they work, how they dress, and what they like and do.
But then, 2015 happened. It was a big year in America, where Adora was located, as gay marriage had been legalised. Adora tried her best to learn about gay marriage and rights but she got conflicting information. So Adora went to her colleagues about it and they quickly shushed her about it. What if God were to hear and think she was talking to him?
Him? The Underlord she supposed, but God worked with the Underlord so she didn’t understand why the other angels couldn’t talk to him. Either way, the other guardian angels wouldn’t answer her questions so she went to the cupids, angels of love, to figure out what was so wrong. She didn’t get the answers she was looking for either.
It was a lot of yelling. ‘We’re just doing our job!’
‘I don’t decide who falls in love with each other!’
‘Why do you wanna know guardian!’
Frustrated Adora heads back to the human world to wander around and try and understand what was going on. She knows the general information she supposes, Gay is when a man and a man love each other. But Adora just can’t wrap her head around why everyone is so defensive about it. Until she met him.
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If I was in Hazbin Hotel
Why is it so healing to put myself insert through things in Hazbin Hotel? Meeting characters and such it's so helpful like genuinely. I personally think that if I were in Hell all the worst traits of me would be amplified. That means I would be more likely to lash out and seclude myself. not trust others, and use others as self-harm. That being said I think I would love the hotel because it's like therapy and I really progress with therapy. So My demon self-insert has three main features, a broken horn, leaking arms (I don't know whether I like red or black more), and my knee poking out. these relate to problems of my own both physical and mental. Meeting the characters in Hazbin would be interesting because it would be hard for me to trust them at first naturally. Especially characters like Angel and Husk who are often shown with alcohol.
Firstly meeting Charlie I think I would be taken aback by her bright and cheerful personality but I would overall enjoy it. I would join the hotel quickly after meeting her but I would often not join meetings during seclusion periods.
I would watch the other characters so I could understand them and not feel blindsided. Just imagining going through the hotel and slowly making progress and becoming friends with everyone is really healing. Thanks for listening to the rat. :>
Kirishima Birthday Date
CW: Gender-neutral reader, Reader's birthday, "Pebble" & other nicknames
A/n: happy birthday to me for another 10 minutes. Enjoy this short fic
The music plays loudly through the kitchen speaker as Kirishima grabs the ingredients for the cupcakes out of the cabinet. His beautiful partner dances along humming grabbing some eggs from the fridge and placing them in a small bowl so they can get up to room temperature.
"Pebble, this is going to be the best birthday ever! I'll make sure of it!" Kirishima beams.
"You said that last year too," the birthday partner hums.
"And I delivered didn't I?" he hums.
"Of course, you always do," they respond Eskimo kissing him.
Kirishima and y/n begin whisking the dry ingredients together and then adding the wet.
"It looks so good already!" Y/n beams.
"you always have had a magic touch when it comes to baking," their boyfriend comments swiping his finger into the batter licking it off. "Tastes great,"
"Hey!" Y/n giggles batting his hand away again, "that has raw egg and flour dorkus. You could get sick,"
"Could," Kiri hums.
Rolling their eyes y/n fills up the cupcake tins placing them in the oven.
"Hey Google, set a timer for 18 minutes," Kirishima calls out. The timer sets and the two clean up.
"Hey, baby~" Kirishima calls out.
"Yes, my love," y/n giggles back.
"I love you. Happy birthday to you~, happy birthday to you," he begins singing.
Y/n laughs gently at him kissing the sturdy hero. "So silly"
The cupcakes finish cooling and being frosted. Y/n and Kirishima grab one each eating them at the dining table.
"Did you have a good birthday?" Kirishima questions.
"Best one yet, all thanks to you my big strong love," y/n responds happily eating the cupcake.
I went to the Ren fair last weekend and made a unicorn satyr (specifically unicorn Eri from the fantasy MHA au but I won't go into specifics here)
🔥 what a lit day to be born 🔥 Happy birthday Ray!
Marlo
TW: Suicide, christianity, self harm
The next day Adora looks over the guardian requests and she notices one for a trans man. Adora remembers trans being someone who was born as the wrong gender, they face a lot of harassment for finding their true selves. It seems like the paper has been waiting for someone for a while. Without a second thought, Adora grabs the page reading it through.
“Job Wanted Posted XxXx Female Trans Name(s): Macey, Marlo Suffers from body dysphoria, depression, suicidal ideation Upper level”
It’s an upper-level job but no one has taken it. There are plenty of upper-level angels, actually, there are not a lot of lower-level angels as it’s rare for someone to decide to become one and continue pass training. Adora is certain that she will be allowed the job since no other angels have taken it so far.
Walking up to Alice to have the role checked she skimmed it and denied her.
“What?!?” Adora said shocked.
“This job is for upper angels Adora, you can’t handle it,”
“I can I swear. And no one else is taking it! This person needs help.” Adora begs.
“You can’t jump into big projects before you’re ready. It will just lead to failure. If you want I can push her to priority but-” Alice continues dismissively but Adora cuts her off.
“Her? They go by him? Will the other angels even help if they don’t respect his decisions?” Adora scolds her eye glowing fiercely.
Alice looks up from the sheet, seemingly sizing Adora up. “If this mission fails?”
“It won’t fail, I promise,” Adora says.
“But if you do fail, you will take a year off, and have to write a report on why you don’t haggle jobs along with your jobs report,” Alice says writing down her approval.
“Yes ma’am,” Adora says smiling.
She’s given the job location and sets off. Adora was shocked to find a large home and her target person had long brown hair. He was wearing some pyjama pants and a tank top that flattened his mid-sized chest, a binder. His arms were covered with red scars, self-inflicted she’s sure.
Well, Adora can see the first solution, he has to cut his hair. Why is it so long? Adora looks around the room and sees a pair of scissors lying on the floor. His room is messy too, she could probably help him with that too. Adora has the scissors glint catch Marlo’s eye and he looks over from his crouch on the bed.
Grabbing the scissors he turns it back and forth in his hands. Listening close to outside his room Adora can tell he’s thinking hard. She smiles excited about his transformation but before she can think he begins cutting open the scars on his arm.
“NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” she yells out holding onto his arms.
He feels a slight warmth but nothing else continuing, letting the blood drip down his skin. Adora panics turning Marlo’s attention to the first aid kit underneath his bed. He sighs softly setting the scissors down before cleaning up the cuts.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen. You were supposed to cut your hair. Your hair!” she screams worried watching him intently.
Marlo lays back down on his bed covering his face. He huffs and pulls off his binder stretching his ribs and arms. “Shitty day, shitty body,” he mutters before lying down and falling asleep.
Asleep? How can he fall asleep at a time like this? He just sliced open his skin and he’s acting like nothing happened? Adora is so confused, but she decides to look at his past and relationships a bit more while he sleeps.
He has a dad. No mom, she died when he was young and was a church girl. His father is a church person too, high belief in Christianity. Marlo has yet to tell his dad about being trans, his name, or his pronouns but he uses them online. Marlo has a couple of friends online, they’re a bit unstable as well though and not always available. He’s in his final year of high school at least but Adora doesn’t think that will be the end of her mission this time.
How should she approach this case? It’s a lot harder than last time, naturally as it’s for upper-level angels. His haircut was supposed to help him but that didn’t work out. She took a peek inside his closet to see many blouses and dresses. More masculine clothes would help out too but how could he get them? Well either way Marlo was sleeping in filth and needed some serious help cleaning his room.
Angels can’t do much-moving things around, less humans will get suspicious, so she begins little by little. Things that would be hard to notice if you weren’t a master memoriser. Adora also brings in one of his dad’s shirts, lying on the closet floor among many other clothes.
In the morning Marlo gets up groaning and stretching. He looks down at the floor, barely less cluttered than before filling him with dread. Heading to the closet he grabs the first thing, a navy blue dress. Adora watches confused as Marlo changes into the blue dress rather than the shirt on the floor but she has no time to think as Marlo is already leaving the room.
She hurries after him down the stairs and into the kitchen. It was nice and full, big and bright. He grabs a granola bar and his backpack leaving the house in a hurry. Balancing the granola bar in his mouth and the backpack on his shoulder Marlo pulls out a big black hoody pulling it on.
Adora smiles, this hides his figure a lot more than that dress, and it hides his arms. It must be a favourite if it’s in his backpack she guesses. Marlo waits down the street with some other students keeping his head down. They must be waiting for the bus, Adora scans the crowd of students and surrounding houses. The neighbourhood was good, full of nice houses and kids who mind their own business.
The bus arrives and at school, Adora notices that Marlo hasn’t told anyone he’s trans. He meets up with two friends once off the bus, a girl named Lynne and a boy named Olive. They’re twins.
“Macey, how are you? I can’t believe the amount of homework they saddled us with!” Lynne shouts over as he walks to the two.
“I’m fine, I’m just tired, I was up working it all night,” he hums out.
“I know right, I wanna get out and live my life! I’m a senior now I’m supposed to be going out and having fun not staying in all night with homework!” she responds ecstatic to have her friend now. Lynne is a standard pretty, she has long blonde hair she puts up in a high ponytail. She has bright green eyes that beam with her even brighter smile.
“You’re a senior in high school, not college, chill out. You still have plenty of time to have fun and party,” said her fraternal twin Olive. Olive’s hair, though blonde had a dirtier tint to it. His green eyes were bright but kind and not as intimidating.
Lynne rolls her eyes and sits down chatting with Marlo until the first bell rings. Marlo and Olive head to Science for their first class. Adora watches and listens closely towards the other students when Marlo takes his seat. There are no outward remarks that stand out to her right away.
Later on, after lunch with Lynne and Olive, Marlo goes to PE. He enters the ladies' locker room and Adora follows. After taking off the hoodie Adora notices snickering behind Marlo. He grits his teeth and finishes changing out as fast as he can.
“Why would she mutilate herself like that? Bless her heart,” one of the girls says from the locker room before Adora allows out Marlo.
“Stupid girls, stupid school, stupid life,” Marlo mutters under his breath starting the laps. He wraps his arms around his chest tightly trying to his the scars somewhat, though it was useless.
The rest of the school day went by with little to say: some snide remarks here and there but nothing like with Theo. Before going inside Marlo takes off his hoody shoving it back into his backpack.
Adora hasn’t given up, she’s certain she’ll be able to find a way to help Marlo. Some of the girls at his school have short hair, like really short hair, She wonders if it’s possible to give Marlo one of those. How to get him a short haircut was the problem though, he can’t cut his hair, and she can’t do it herself without repercussions.
Days pass as Adora follows Marlo around. She tries her best to help him out, lying around magazines with short haircuts. That caused him to get yelled at by his father. Having him reach out to his online friends, helped a bit but Marlo can’t rely on online friends only. Bringing out his binder more, bruised his ribs.
Adora was at her wit’s end trying to figure out what to do. Nearly every night Marlo is self-harming and Adora is struggling to keep him safe. At home, Marlo was often alone or being yelled at by his father. At school, Marlo is being teased by other girls. His school friends provide support too but Marlo has started distancing himself from them no matter how much Adora tries to guide him towards them.
“You okay Macey?” Lynne asks. “You’ve seemed far away lately,”
Marlo winces hearing that name. “Yeah I’m fine, I’ve just been thinking a lot recently,”
“Well, you can tell us anything! We’ll always be your friend,” Lynne responded gently grasping onto Marlo’s hand.
Adora smiles bright hoping Marlo tells them. She emits energy to help the twins feel Maro needs support.
“If you need help, we’ll be here too. You don’t have to suffer silently.” Oliver adds.
Marlo mulls over his thoughts as Adora encourages him to share. “You’d stay my friend no matter what?”
“Of course, I mean unless you’re a killer or something,” Lynne giggles.
“Even if it goes against your religion,” Marlo mutters.
“What do you mean? We go to church together! What are you talking about,” Lynne asks.
Marlo fidgets avoiding eye contact. The twins watch glancing at each other for a second. Adora has seen what amazing friends Lynne and Oliver are just throughout these past few days and lays her hand on Marlo’s shoulder for comfort. “I think…no, I know. I know I’m trans. I’m a boy,” he says quickly forming the words.
Lynne and Oliver stared at him for a second before uncomfortably shifting in their seats. “Are you sure, I mean, we’ve all had thoughts like that before. I think you’re just having a test from God.” Oliver says.
“Oh yeah, totally, it’s just a test! You’ll grow out of it soon with enough faith Macey don’t worry. We can do a prayer group together if you want.” Lynne adds smiling brightly.
Marlo stays silent before shaking his head. “Oh thanks, I’ll be fine,” he says before getting up and leaving the table.
Adora is shocked staring at the twins. How could they say it was a test, God does not make tests like these. She quickly follows Marlo going to his next class silently. She tries comforting him but it seems to be pointless.
The rest of the day Marlo can’t stop fidgeting. He’s picking at his hoodie, at his skin, his hair. He’s looking back and forth between people. Adora has a bad feeling but doesn’t know how to stop it. On the way home, Marlo is quick to leave the bus and run inside.
He doesn’t take his hoodie like usual before going to his room. Pulling out his phone he messages his online friends a small ‘i love you’ before tossing his phone down.
“God please forgive me for I have sinned,” Marlo begins speaking grabbing his scissors.
“No no no! You’ve done good! You’ve done good Marlo” Adora cries out grabbing his hand.
A sigh escaped his lips continuing his prayer, “if this is a test I’m sorry for failing. I’m sorry for sinning, I’m sorry for not believing,” Marlo begins cutting up his arm opening scars and losing blood.
“No! Marlo no, please! Don’t do this!”
Falling to his knees Marlo takes the scissors to his hair. He cuts it shakily right underneath his ear. Blood is smeared and stained on his skin and hair. Marlo smiles into the mirror slicing open his neck, crying, as he waits for his last breath.
“Marlo please,” Adora cries holding onto him, holding him close. “You’re such a nice boy. You don’t deserve this. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I failed you. I’m sorry,” she sobs and gasps petting his new short hair as it becomes crusty.
Marlo’s spirit stands from his body as he looks down. "Who are you?"
Study Date
Kaminari x Y/n
CW: Gender neutral reader, mild fluff
Y/n knocks on their boyfriend's door with their backpack slung over their shoulder.
Kaminari opens the door quickly smiling bright knowing his partner decided to come over to help him stay focus on studying.
They both know it won't be as easy as that.
"HEY SUNSHINE" Kaminari shouts engulfing Y/n in a hug.
Y/n giggles hugging back, "Shhhh, hey sparky," they hum walking into his dorm. "How about we start with Literacy? I can read it to you and then you can answer the questions?" they offer.
"That sounds a ton easier than me reading," Kaminari laughs.
Y/n and Kaminari sit right beside each other leaning against Kaminari's bed. Y/n begins reading the short story Present Mic assigned the class.
Kaminari finds it a lot easier to pay attention when his beautiful partner is reading to him. They always make sure to read at a good pace and check-in to make sure he understands.
After an hour or two Kaminari and Y/n have finished the Literacy and English assignments.
"Present Mic really likes to stack on the homework" Kaminari groans.
Y/n smiles softly nodding and kisses their boyfriend's temple. "Yeah, but we finally finished it," they respond. "Let's start on math, ok?"
Kaminari groans again yawning and wrap his arms around y/n's waist. "But math is sooooo confusing and boooooring," he drones on.
Y/n giggles holding Kaminari. "Yeah, but we need to get it done,"
"Can we take a break~!" he hums nuzzling his face into y/n's stomach.
Y/n laughs softly petting his hair. "I guess a small break is okay," They hum back.
"I love yoooooou~" he sings kissing his partner's neck and cheek.
Y/n laughs and kisses Kaminari on the lips quickly.The two partners' take a break watching a couple of videos while cuddling before going back to the mountain of homework assigned.
Overhaul's Famous AU
AU: The heroes don't run into Eri and save her giving Overhaul the time to perfect both the quirk erasing bullet and quirk replacing bullet. He becomes famous amongst both heroes and villians running the two bullet companies but no one knows about Eri's part other than being Overhaul's quiet daughter.
One of Overhaul's many assistants was applying light makeup to the child in front of them. They did their best to hide the puffiness and dark circles under the girl's eyes but from the sleepless nights of crying it was hard.
Eri, the 13-year-old daughter of the creator of both quirk erasing and quirk replacing bullets, Overhaul.
Overhaul and Eri are preparing for an interview on one of the biggest TV shows in the country. Overhaul walks in fixing his white gloves.
"Eri, it's time to go. Don't forget, you don't say a word at the interview," he says for the 100th time.
"Yes, sir" she mumbles standing. Eri straightens out her dress taking her caregiver's hand. Overhaul and Eri walk out to the talk show floor.
"And here the man of the hour is, Overhaul! With his beautiful young daughter. Welcome you two," The hostess says standing to shake the twos' hand.
"Thank you so much for having us. It's truly an honour," Overhaul hums.
The three of them sit and the interview begins.
"So, do you have any details about how you make quirk replacing drugs?" the hostess begins. Overhaul chuckles smiling at her.
"Of course I can't share any of the processes, it's a secret, if I did then replicas may pop up left and right. I hope you understand. It's for my productions security," He responds.
"Oh of course I understand!" The hostess hums. "Well, how is it running this company with suck a quickly growing young girl to take care of?"
"It's a challenge on occasions but Eri is much better at listening than when she was younger,"
The Interview continues, with minimal questions directed towards the young girl when it finally ends.
"Thank you two so much again for joining us today it was a joy," the hostess ends.
Overhaul and Eri walk out towards the back to leave. The poor girl is struggling to hold back tears thinking of all the lies her caregiver so freely spills. As they exit the building paparazzi surround them and Overhaul makes sure his grip on Eri's arm is firm. A small reminder to smile as though everything is okay.
Shakily Eri smiles at the crowd and is pulled off to the car. Overhaul and Eri return to their house, the base, headquarters, whatever words you want to call it. Any except home. That place is no home, and never will be as long as she's dissected for evil.
"I need to clean up and finish some paperwork before we work on the next batch of removal bullets," Overhaul says.
Eri barely hears him running to her room as soon as she entered the door.
Overhaul rolls his eyes at the childish behaviour before leaving to clean up.
In the young girl's room, Eri pulls at her hair as the tears begin falling.
"AHHHHHH!" she screams at the top of her lungs.
By now it's a normal occurrence at the Shie Hissaki headquarters so the other workers pay no mind to the screams, sobs, and objects clashing as they're thrown around.
Finally calming down again Eri quietly sobs thinking, 'if only they knew, if only they knew how bad they hurt her, how badly she needs help to leave'
I got that famous distressed Pinterest sweater I always see. It's amazing imo v comfy and cute
Who Am I
TW: Christianity, Death, Abuse, panic attack, depersonalization
Adora needed a break after those classes. So much was on her mind so she decided to go down and walk around. It was a beautiful sunset, with pinks, purples, and blues as the stars began to come out. She hums softly walking around and noticing a cemetery. Of course, Adora has seen plenty of cemeteries in her time as an angel. It's a natural part of death but this one was different.
This one had an enchanting humming noise drawing Adora closer. Of course, it could just be someone mourning but it sounded soft and familiar. Adora continued to follow the humming noise until she was at a grave. It had a soft white glow surrounding it and the humming was obviously coming from the grave.
In Memory of
Mary Clara Wils
Loving Daughter
1829-1846
Adora stared at the grave in curiosity. Why was it humming, why was it glowing? Like it was calling her? Kneeling down, her hand reached out grazing the cold stone. Her golden eye widened a gasp leaving her lips.
A young girl, probably seven, with brown hair and amber eyes was playing outside climbing trees in her tattered dress. She was calling out to her father that just gotten home and he began to yell at her. “A lady shall not do that. What are you thinking!” He yells. Quickly the child gets down receiving a slap on the cheek
The girl, around ten now, her hair braided into a bun and a dress covering bruises. She washes dishes, she does laundry and cooks. Sighing she smiles and tells her father all the work she had gotten done that day and he yells at her “You made what! I told you to leave the cooking to your mother! You wasteful hog we don’t have enough money!” He slaps her again leaving a bruised eye.
She’s seventeen now. Smaller than she should be, her family isn’t getting enough food. Bruises litter her body as she completes the daily chores. When her father comes home she smiles saying nothing to not invoke his rage. It still wasn’t enough. After he was finished taking the rage of work out on his daughter he left her alone lying on the kitchen floor in blood.
Weakly she stood up grabbing the wall for support. She could barely walk but she knew one thing. She didn’t want to die in this house. So hobbling she walked out and continued walking to lay by some nearby trees. Blood filled her lungs with every breath, as she closed her eyes.
Adora gasps falling back. She cries shaking, who was that, why did she see that? Why was she hurt? That must have been Mary. Mary… that name was familiar to her and it pained Adora. She cried hugging herself tight. She needed help, she needed someone. Adora envisioned Xander best she could weeping as she called for him.
“Adora?” Xander asks softly behind her.
“Who is she?” She yells shaking.
Xander kneels beside Adora looking at the grave. “Ah. Your grave,”
“M-mine? I’m Adora?! I’m Adora!” Adora responds. “Marlo isn’t any different. Why am I different?”
Xander rubs her back softly. “Calm down, shh it’s okay. When you become a worker angel they alter your memory during school. It’s why you don’t remember. No one remembers they’re past life unless they find their grave and it’s unlikely they’d stumble across it. Or unless…”
“Unless they fall?” she finishes wiping the tears away.
Xander nods smiling, “you learn a lot when you fall.”
“So I’m Mary?”
“Adora. If you want to be Mary you can be but you’re still Adora. You may have lived and died as Mary but you’re Adora now, you keep people safe as Adora, you learn and help as Adora,” Xander explains.
Adora nods slowly processing everything. She grabs onto his hands softly to ground herself. So much is going through her mind still she doesn’t understand what to think. Who she is? Who she was?
“It’s okay, I had the same thoughts when I fell. I had a lot of memories come back. It was difficult to deal with but you don’t have to deal with this alone okay?”
“Yeah,” Adora says softly, “I have you, and Ariel, I wonder if she knows her past. I wonder who knows their past in the workers.”
“Many angels retire after finding our their past. Some can’t handle it but I am certain that you are strong enough. You can continue. I promise,” Xander states.
Xander stands helping Adora up. Adora nods softly hugging him. “You’re first day of classes were today right? How did they go?”
Sniffing she looks up smiling, “good. My teachers seem nice but my Human Angel Safety teacher seems really strict. She’s scary. One of the girls in my dealing with death classes is a child angel, seems really cool. And I think I’m making friends with a cupid. He’s really old too. Roman era, we have matching eyes. He’s nice. In our death class he said he felt guilty when his same sex couples die and we share our safety class too,”
“Hm, that sounds cool. Pretty old. I died in roman times too. It was fun to be a cupid, before everyone became so strict and prissy,” Xander responds looking off to the setting sun.
“Hm, I wonder if you know him then? Addon, gold eyes brown hair. He was super nice and said we could help eachother with our strict safety teacher,”
“Addon?” Xander asked looking down his eyes fluffing out shocked.
“Yeah Addon, yknow him?”
“You should rest, you have a lot that you have to process. I’ll see you around,” Xander said. His voice hinted with annoyed as he gave her a final hug before leaving.
Adora watched Xander leave tilting her head. Why was he so defensive, I guess he does know him. Xander doesn’t seem to like the other cupids anyways though. Adora sighs soft and heads back to her dorm.
Ariel knocks on Adora’s door before opening it, “ADORA! How was your first day! Where were you. I wanna hear all about it!” she hums walking in.
“Hey Ariel. I’m pretty tired. I did chat with a cupid, I might be making friends with him,” Adora says smiling softly yawning.
“That sounds nice. You gotta tell me about it when you feel better okay. If you need any help, ask me.”
“Of course,” Adora hums waving Ariel away.
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