"Millie get us back!" The female imp found the right incantation as you fought off crazy religious people. Seeing the portal open you push away the last person and jump in after the imps.

"I call that a successful mission!" Blitzo said happily, getting off the ground.

"I hate you,"

~~~

Pushing open the hotel doors you stumble in, looking disheveled and very tired. Your skirt was torn and you had blood covering your gloves. Trudging into the bar you give a weak smile to Husk who looked slightly concerned.

"One Hurricane, my good sir," you sit down on a stool and drop your head on the bar.

"What happened?" You heard Husks question over him making the drink.

"Idiotic humans thought I was the devil in female form," you grumble against the table. "Thank Bondye they didn't see the others," you look up and see the drink ready. Sipping happily on the sweet drink Husk quirks a brow.

"You went to the living world?" Giving a hum it only raised more questions. "How?"

"Long story... but in short, the Imps I'm friends with have a spell that allows them to travel between worlds," Husk raises his other brow. "It's part of their business, the Immediate murder professionals aka IMP. When you want somebody gone and you don't want to wait too long? Call the Immediate Murder Professionals!" You sing their catchy jingle before going back to your drink.

"Ah... why did they need you if it's their business?"

"New Orleans, loads of spells cast there stopping bad spirits with questionable intentions," after grumbling your response Husk left you to sip at your drink until Niffty and Alastor walked in.

"Y/n! Oh my god! What happened?! Are you ok?!" Nearly choking on your drink from the sudden noise you turn in the bar stool and smile at Niffty.

"Don't worry, Niffty, I'm fine," soon finishing your drink, you jump off the stool. Out of nowhere Niffty had taken out a sewing kit and started to stitch together your clothes. "Thank you, little one," you mumble to the demon who stayed focus on her craftsmanship. A small shadow appears in front of you. "Tell Blitzo that next time he calls me, he isn't coming along," the shadow nods and writes everything down before fading away quickly.

"All done!" Niffty says suddenly making you laugh.

"Thank you, little one,"

"Let me clean your gloves-" she goes to pull your gloves but you quickly take your hand back and pull the gloves further up.

"N-no, that's quite fine, I can clean my own gloves," Niffty nods her head and dusts off your boots as Alastor raises a brow at your reaction. "Thank you, Niffty," you pat the small demon the head before nodding to Alastor and walking away.

"Odd reaction..." the Radio demon mumbles to himself as Niffty cleans your empty glass for Husk.

~~~

"Mama, I'm home!" You walk into your room and see your altar perfectly fine. "I'm sorry, I stained my gloves," you chuckle softly and sit in a seat. Taking off your gloves you sigh in relief that Niffty hadn't pulled them down. You stare at the stitches... the stitches holding your body together.

You see... you weren't a normal demon. Other than having immense strength you were most likely one of a kind! You were a voodoo doll demon, you had traits such as horns and claws fitting with that of a demon but you had the trait of sewn together limbs, that of a voodoo doll. Think of yourself as a more human like Sally from The Nightmare before Christmas.

No, they were grim to look at, they were clean and tightly sewn... but they made you ashamed. You are glad they were kept to a bare minimum, only your knees, elbows, wrists, top of your thighs, torso and neck had stitches. You were glad stitches didn't cover every inch of your body. That's why you wore gloves, thigh high boots and a choker. You never showed anyone, and you were never going to. It really shouldn't matter to people considering the object and animal hybrids in hell but we all have our own insecurities, right?

Your record playing demon appeared yet again as you asked for it to play soft Jazz. Running a warm bath you quickly placed herbs in a small straining satchel. Saying a short incantation you walk back to the bathroom and drop it in the water. The water turned a cloudy blue which swirled around gracefully. Stripping yourself of your clothes you climb in and sigh at the warm water hitting your skin.

"Much better," you felt the herbs working, soothing aching bones and ridding your body of any injury. "Thank you mama for this recipe!" You call out softly. Closing your eyes you listened to the music and overall enjoyed yourself.

~~~

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- Anna ❤️