Chapter 3 - Beignets

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Waking up early as you usually did, it took a while to comprehend your surroundings. Stretching your arms you rub your face before getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom. You take a look at yourself in the mirror, you had on pajamas fit for the 1930s, despite your usual clothing you did love the 30s styled pajamas. Placing on your gloves you brush your hair and clean your one and half horns.

"Morning, mama," you move back into the bedroom and to your altar. Kissing the doll on the head you light up the candles. Going back to the trunk you take out your herbs and spice rack and take out a bottle of cinnamon. Taking a pinch of it you place it on a small dish on your altar. "You favourite, mama," you place away the herbs and spices and sigh.

Quarter past 6...

You turn away from the clock and grab a book from the bookshelf, pulling up your desk chair next to the altar and opening the book. "It will be long until anyone else wakes up," you mumble to yourself and continue to read. Hearing the scurrying of footsteps you looked back at the clock to see it was only 7:45... Angel said no one wakes up until 9... standing up you place the book down and bid your mother goodbye before exiting your room. "Hello?"

"Oh! Hi, Y/n," Niffty turns to you just as she was about to press the elevator button. "I'm just going to make breakfast," your eyes light up as you locked your bedroom door.

"Wonderful, I'll help,"

"Really?" You give an assured nod to the cyclops who giggles and walks into the elevator with you.

"What will we be making, Miss Niffty?" The demon giggles again and blushes.

"Just a normal Sunday breakfast... but you don't cook do you?" You shake your head.

"I can make pastries- oh! I can make beignets!" You say happily, remembering your mother's recipe.

"What are those?" You drop your jaw and turn to the demon.

"The most amazing things ever created, my dear, we must get to it right away!" Taking her hand you both quickly ran to the kitchen to make breakfast.

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Once all the ingredients were measured out you grinned. Clicking your fingers a shadow that wasn't your own appears making Niffty jump and fall off her stool.

"Don't worry, he's just going to play some music," you help the demon up and nod for the demon to start playing. It takes out a record and places it on a shadow record player. The shadow places it's claw on the record and opens its mouth, music flowing out.

"Cool!" Niffty squeals as she takes out a pan, hearing the music. Clicking your fingers you wrap an apron around yourself and tapping your foot. Mixing ingredients together and following the memorised recipe you and Niffty happily worked in your own seperate stations.

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The demon record player followed you into the dining room as you helped place down the food. Humming the soft jazz tune you take plates from Niffty who was enjoying your company. Giving the redhead a high five after looking at the job well done she soon walks away to grab drinks.

"Play It don't mean a thing by Tony Bennett, please," the demon nods and changes the record. You grab the powder sugar and honey. Putting on a good amount on the beignets you drizzle on honey and smile at the work.

"What's this?" Charlie and Vaggie walk in looking very confused.

"Breakfast! I do hope you enjoy," you take off your purple apron and hand it to another shadow. "Just the usual Sunday breakfast cooked by Niffty and treats made by moi," you gesture to the pastries.

"Did you make breakfast?!" Angel stumbles into the dining room suddenly.

"Of course, Mon Ange," you take a plate and pile it with Angels favourite pastries.

"You are the best!" Soon the other men made their way into the room with very contrasting faces. "Hey, Y/n, pass more of those beenettes,"

"Beignets, Mon Ange," you pass the half empty plate of beignets to Angel who grabs three.

"You made beignets?" Alastors grin widens.

"You have your mother's recipes I have mine," the Radio demon takes one off the plate and takes a bite.

"These are spectacular! Job well done, my dear," nodding your head in thanks you sip at your morning tea and read the Advocate, an imported newspaper down in hell mixed with news from the living world and hell. Suddenly a shadow appears beside you and hands over a note with very bad writing and many misspelled words:

Heyyyy N/n, we got sum poblems in New Orleans or some shit, idk Moxxie is conclaiming agin, smh lol come cuick and bring some food I is hunger! Nom nom!

- Blitzo

At the bottom was a cute drawing of a horse with an arrow saying 'this is chicken wing!'. You let out a quiet giggle and stand up.

"Tell them I'll be on my way," the shadow nods and zooms away as everyone looks at you. "Sorry, I have business with friends in Imp City,"

"That place? Why are you friends with imps?" Husk narrows his eyes.

"Three Demons and a hellhound I used to work with," you stand up and brush off your skirt. "I'll be back," your cane pops into your hand, slamming it once on the floorboards you appear in IMP.

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- Anna ❀️

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