pride untamed
It was not supposed to end that way.
It was supposed to be a trip home, a trip to see them again - to cry and spend her birthday happy again.
Cordelia had informed the rest of the family it was that time of year again - June 10th. It was her birthday, and her yearly trip back to hell. She knew her father did not really care about her progress as a pride demon, she was just another name of his children on a list now. But she learned a long time ago that she came to that dimension for a reason that was not him anymore. It was to talk to the other demons she had befriended. But this was a trip back to Hell to try to see family again - family that she thought had been recalled just for work. The Rosales Gang was not just a name whispered on the streets of Manta Carlos, but one celebrated in the realm of the Sin Children. Successful children of pride and greed, spreading the corruption beyond the realm and through the streets.
A wave to Angelo, her new guardian, and the other kids, she went through the process of summoning the portal and stepping through. The trip, for the most part, was uneventful… in the beginning anyway.
It wasn’t supposed to end this way.
People changed their language when Cordelia asked about Vito - her technical brother, but her adoptive father. The only real father figure she had ever known, or loved. No one wanted to tell her, they spoke to her and danced around the subject. They treated her like eggshells, like she would shatter. It took cornering someone and a threat to get anything.
And then she went on the hunt. Cordelia had never been one to really just give into her demonic nature. She had a tight reign on her emotions, and a weak connection to her sin. While she was a child of pride, heart and soul, she refused to follow either. A stubborn child of pride.
But she felt that snap.
She chased him down, her anger blinding her to just what she was diving into. Every trick she had been taught, every piece she learned from her time as a daughter of a crime lord. She did not care what he was in the middle of when she found him, breaking down as she felt the dark light consume her small frame. Bared fangs and the fires of hell flickering around her, she felt like the demon that people had always told her she needed to be.
Oh, she had gotten in way over her head. It was clear from when she broke down that door, lips moving fast with accusations and angry words, each phrase laced with venom. He only smiled, laughing at her futile attempts to throw anything at him. Cordelia had not cared that he was a Prince of Hell, the father of one of hers. Mammon made sure to put her in her place, using that sick smirk she had learned not to take too seriously - Klaus always had unsettled her, but watching his body used to destroy her physically could only tear her up inside. If she couldn’t have her parent, the others should have theirs. This thing, taking over her other father - that she held responsible for the life of her father, her papa… She wanted it gone, but his vessel alive and well. But her denial of hurting the body was what left her ruined. Mammon broke her physically and emotionally without mercy, slicing through her like she was the softest butter. Her body flew around like a rag doll, her blood staining the surfaces he decided to throw her around to next. It was only the fuzzy memory of someone interrupting the fight that let her live.
Whoever it was that helped her exit had the sick irony to let the portal leave her in the rose bushes near the new house. Cordelia leaned back into the plant, her eyes staring blankly at the sky as tears and what she assumed was some blood clouding her vision. Getting up was too much of a hassle, and the amounts of injuries would leave her immobile. She could feel her ankle sprained at the last, though the amount of adrenaline and shock in her system could be telling her she’s wrong. Dislocated shoulder and a fractured wrist. She stopped paying attention. The hardest part was the Dark Light still burning on her skin, the dark markings twirling across her pale but bruised skin.
Letting herself become unconscious was the only way that it stopped, as she waited until morning.
It was supposed to be a trip home, a trip to see them again - to cry and spend her birthday happy again.
Cordelia had informed the rest of the family it was that time of year again - June 10th. It was her birthday, and her yearly trip back to hell. She knew her father did not really care about her progress as a pride demon, she was just another name of his children on a list now. But she learned a long time ago that she came to that dimension for a reason that was not him anymore. It was to talk to the other demons she had befriended. But this was a trip back to Hell to try to see family again - family that she thought had been recalled just for work. The Rosales Gang was not just a name whispered on the streets of Manta Carlos, but one celebrated in the realm of the Sin Children. Successful children of pride and greed, spreading the corruption beyond the realm and through the streets.
A wave to Angelo, her new guardian, and the other kids, she went through the process of summoning the portal and stepping through. The trip, for the most part, was uneventful… in the beginning anyway.
It wasn’t supposed to end this way.
People changed their language when Cordelia asked about Vito - her technical brother, but her adoptive father. The only real father figure she had ever known, or loved. No one wanted to tell her, they spoke to her and danced around the subject. They treated her like eggshells, like she would shatter. It took cornering someone and a threat to get anything.
And then she went on the hunt. Cordelia had never been one to really just give into her demonic nature. She had a tight reign on her emotions, and a weak connection to her sin. While she was a child of pride, heart and soul, she refused to follow either. A stubborn child of pride.
But she felt that snap.
She chased him down, her anger blinding her to just what she was diving into. Every trick she had been taught, every piece she learned from her time as a daughter of a crime lord. She did not care what he was in the middle of when she found him, breaking down as she felt the dark light consume her small frame. Bared fangs and the fires of hell flickering around her, she felt like the demon that people had always told her she needed to be.
Oh, she had gotten in way over her head. It was clear from when she broke down that door, lips moving fast with accusations and angry words, each phrase laced with venom. He only smiled, laughing at her futile attempts to throw anything at him. Cordelia had not cared that he was a Prince of Hell, the father of one of hers. Mammon made sure to put her in her place, using that sick smirk she had learned not to take too seriously - Klaus always had unsettled her, but watching his body used to destroy her physically could only tear her up inside. If she couldn’t have her parent, the others should have theirs. This thing, taking over her other father - that she held responsible for the life of her father, her papa… She wanted it gone, but his vessel alive and well. But her denial of hurting the body was what left her ruined. Mammon broke her physically and emotionally without mercy, slicing through her like she was the softest butter. Her body flew around like a rag doll, her blood staining the surfaces he decided to throw her around to next. It was only the fuzzy memory of someone interrupting the fight that let her live.
Whoever it was that helped her exit had the sick irony to let the portal leave her in the rose bushes near the new house. Cordelia leaned back into the plant, her eyes staring blankly at the sky as tears and what she assumed was some blood clouding her vision. Getting up was too much of a hassle, and the amounts of injuries would leave her immobile. She could feel her ankle sprained at the last, though the amount of adrenaline and shock in her system could be telling her she’s wrong. Dislocated shoulder and a fractured wrist. She stopped paying attention. The hardest part was the Dark Light still burning on her skin, the dark markings twirling across her pale but bruised skin.
Letting herself become unconscious was the only way that it stopped, as she waited until morning.
