Morningstar 💫🦇 Peter Parker (Discontinued)

𝖛𝖎𝖎. Inglourious Basterds

        "What's the difference?" says Isabelle.

       "The souls I've gained are the ones people have sold," says her evil dad. "But then the others... They died and they came here. But you don't need to see them." And then he laughs. "You do not need to see Richard Ramirez, for example..."

       Isabelle's eyes widen. "The Night Stalker?"

       Nate is gonna be so jealous he missed out on this!

       "Is he like, super popular down here?" asks Isabelle. "Because he did all that nasty stuff for you?"

       The devil shakes his head. "Of course not," he tells her. "He did work for me, sure, but he isn't valuable anymore, is he? I never said I was a charitable being. I'd still have my wings if I was... He's in the same bracket as those medieval morons, who donated to churches in their wills, as if their post-mortem charity would make up for their sins. So many people, Isabelle, act as if their actions will secure them a place somewhere, once they're dead. Those medieval people were charitable after they died, sure, but I had already taken them. The Night Stalker, similarly, did those acts, and when he got here, he expected a throne. Idiot boy... Everyone expects and expects and they never reflect."

      Izzy raises an eyebrow. "So if I was sent here...?"

      "Well, you'd rule," he says, nonchalantly.

       That's weird to think about.

       What Izzy's imagining is this: herself, in like, a big, fuck-off, Marie Antoinette gown, only like, with more black lace, because you know, it's hell. Maybe Izzy would have hot gowns like the ones they have at the Met Gala, that'll make her look like a princess... Wait, is she a princess? Because that's wicked cool.

       "Am I, like, the princess here, then?" says Izzy.

       Her dad nods.

       And Anne in the senior class says she's the only royalty at Mary Immaculate. Suck on that! Izzy isn't just royalty of some tiny country — she's the princess of hell!

      This place fucks with you, Izzy!

       "I'll show you the souls," says the devil. "But first."

       He looks into her eyes, and it isn't until now that she notices how black they are. There's not one imperfection on his face. He smiles super nicely, and she feels inclined to smile softly, back. Maybe he actually cares for her... Wait, no, stop!

       "I want you to know..." he begins. "If you ever need any help, you have the capability to summon—"

        Isabelle moves away from him, looking around. As she walks, the TV starts playing Gossip Girl, the intro echoing throughout the room. Amazing.

       Cerberus appears, too, and Isabelle grins, sitting down next to him.

       Lucifer frowns. "If you want to make this room into anything else, you can."

       Isabelle shrugs. "I'm happy with this."

       She hugs Cerberus. One of his heads licks her cheek, and she laughs.

       "There's nothing you want?" her dad asks.

       "I'd love a boyfriend, but that's another problem," she says, and she laughs awkwardly. One of Cerberus' dog toys appears, and she starts waving it, making the three heads chase it. But, Isabelle stands up, and Cerberus goes from Great Dane-size to a puppy. She picks him up, feeling like a devilish Paris Hilton, and she turns to her dad. "So the souls."