"P-please! We heard rumors that- that you've changed-"

Renata scoffed, and looked away like he had just spat the craziest piece of literature she has ever heard "I only chose to be better because of my sister" Renata hissed, "I'm not good. I'm not pure. I'm not angelic or kind hearted. I'm a crooked, broken villain"

Then she added more lowly  "Don't mistake my kindness for weakness"

"What kindness? You're a monster!"

"Yes. I am" She grinned "And I'm pretty damn good at it"

(***)

That day, she returned to the Happy Hotel around midnight. She was surprised to see everyone was still there, and with a wave of her hand, the blood off her clothes dissapeared. Renata had teleported over to her old rooms in the castle to pick out a lavish red dress she hadn't had an occasion to wear in a while

If she was dying tommorow, she wanted to spend her last night feeling good in her own skin. It was incredible what a dress and some eyeliner could do, and properly braided hair

Renata clapped her hands when she entered the foyer where everyone was gathered. Many faces she didn't know, but here she was. Passing by

She decided to grab a nearby drink "Hey!" The demon snarled, but one look from her and he backed down

"Alright everyone. Gather, gather. Don't be afraid, I don't bite" She threw everyone a smile. "Most of the time" Turning on whatever charm she hoped ran in the family, she cleared her throat, looking around the wife space of the sloppily decorated room "To conquering our enemies. And I don't mean to sound like a sixth century villain, but I wish for all of you to not only survive, but find a way to have a nice time. We've grown as a group, and I hope that we will be able to keep doing that when we survive. Because it's not a matter of what if. We will. And I want to toast to that!" Renata yelled and raised her glass

The others did, too. Some cheered, to which she grinned and took a drink "Now let's get fucked, bitches!"

Then, returning the drink, Renata hopped off the chair she had gotten up on and ran down the hallway to find the others. In heels, no less

She tended to wear her hair up most of the time. But now, the top was braided back, and the rest was let loose down her shoulders. Smiling when she noticed Angel Dust and Husk, she went over to sit next to the spider, pretending like she didn't see the love dazed eyes he was giving Husk. Had she looked like that too?

He needed a minute to look away from Husk to bestow her with a grin "Heya there, princess. How about a drink for our last night in hell?"

"Bring it" She grinned, mirroring him, and enjoyed the jazz music that was left to linger in the back

He eyed her with a smirk "You're dressed like you're about to die"

"Won't I, tho?"

"Meh. Doubt it" He waved one of his hands "But you did the job right" He nodded, and she took that as a great compliment

They chatted for a while. Renata laughed alongside the two of them, Vaggie and Charlie having come to join them at one point before they went away. Nifty also appeared, trying to snatch the alcohol from her hand to which, Renata supposed was fair if you could die tommorow

She couldn't track where the little murderer ran off to, and with the soft smile on her face, she found it didn't really matter

There was nothing quite like when you sit somewhere, with warmth encasing your entire body from a good time, and it just kept growing with every well thrown remark or laugh. It was peaceful, even if just for a moment that would only stay as a distant memory once it was over

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