• —🌸Luci

It was a quiet day in hell. I was at the hotel with my daughter, having a quiet chat with Husker, a feline with curiously many wings—though who was I to judge? I was sipping my cocktail while chatting with the feline.

Husker: And tell me, Your Majesty... since Lilith, have you thought about... starting over? Falling in love?

Uh...? No, not really. I see everyone in this hell as a pawn in my chess game. I already had a queen and I lost her; I'm trying to get her back, but she's gone...

Husker: But a pawn can become a Queen...

Well, my Queen is unique, there's no one like her...

I said as I stood up and smiled

It was a pleasure, but it's late and I need to sleep. We'll talk another day.

I walked calmly to my room, stroking my engagement ring, when suddenly I bumped into someone. When I looked up, I saw that hateful Alastor.

Ugh?! Can't you see where you're going, you stupid dinner-eater?!

I said angrily and just kept walking to my room, but without realizing that my ring was no longer on my index finger.

The next morning I was going about my usual routine, watching a soap opera about swans, and as usual I reached for my ring, but I realized I wasn't wearing it anymore. I panicked and quickly paused my soap opera, washed my face, and put on decent clothes. I rushed out to look for my ring everywhere, but I couldn't find it, which made me very sad.