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[ask-emily-em-emmy]

“Anyone you really envied? Someone you wished harm on just because of status or luxury? Or sloth perhaps? Things you pushed off because you didn’t want to do it or just missing out on opportunities because you were too busy?

*Em was just throwing sins at the wind at this point but on paper Obie was a really great guy. This seemed too easy to get him to heaven!*

*Obie smooths out his nice sweater and stares up at the clock tower for a moment before walking into the Embassy. He is nervous, though he’s unsure why. After signing in at the front desk, he’s given directions to the room in which Emily will be waiting.*

*A walk down the hall, a turn there, a turn here, and he sees the open door. He knocks on the wall politely before walking in.*

Hi. Are you Emily? I’m Obie Moreau. I’m here for my… appointment? Consultation? -🐻

@sinner-obie

*Emily did her paperwork from the Embassy on the days she spent here. She had naively thought that people would make a line out the door the first time she came in, and had spent most of the day texting with Shamira and Ass, their little group chat quickly devolving into little mobile games they could play together and a competition on who could find the cutest baby animal pictures. Every time after that she had brought enough paperwork to get ahead of schedule to bide her time*

*Today was no exception and she startled as she heard the knock. She wasn’t actually there, Emily was just a hologram who couldn’t be touched by anything or anyone, but she could still see, hear, and if need be, touch anything on the hell side. But all of those settings were controlled on her end*

*She looks up and there’s a sinner in the doorway, a handsome teddy bear of a man in a soft sweater with a charming and kind smile hidden behind a well groomed beard*

*She stands up and offers a hand to shake* “Yes! I’m Emily, but you can call me Em, Emmy, E, whatever works for you! I’m so excited to meet you Obie! This is going to be such a great experience I can already tell!”

[ask-emily-em-emmy]

*Emily stood, her wings spreading wide as the eyes on both her halo and her chest opened up*

“Oh, it’s not the place affecting me. It’s you. You are the most entitled, elitist, crude, arrogant, egotistical-” *she punctuated each word with a finger to his chest before throwing her hands in the air*

“Why am I even using these words with you?! You probably don’t even understand half of them. How many millennia did you squander by harassing women and putting the exorcists through hell? You’re older than me and yet you know next to nothing! You were incompetent when you were alive, you were incompetent when you were in heaven, and you’re a brainless idiot now!”

*Eyes began to open behind feathers in her wings. Emily didn’t even have the mind to notice the camera’s that had been recording since she had begun her tirade, too full of wrath as she stared down the man who had caused her lover so much grief*

“You’ve had every opportunity to change, more days than most to turn it around and more good examples than necessary to follow in their footsteps. You’re a liar and a coward who hid behind exorcists a thousand times more courageous than you while you used the exterminations as entertainment of all things! How very heavenly of you!”

*Hot angry tears welled in her eyes but she willed them not to fall even as light consumed her and left her in her full seraphim form for the first time since Charlie had been in heaven*

“You treated Ass like- like shit! You just bullied her for years! And she may have gotten the brunt of it but she was certainly not the only one who had received that treatment! She’s done more good in the past year than you’ve done your entire existence! The only good thing to come from you was humanity and you didn’t even do any of the hard work!”

*Her gaze was alight like fire as she pushed in close to him, the stench of his breath burning her skin as she whispered the last part to him*

“Tell me Adam, have you met your son in hell?”

(( @adam-the-dickmaster ))

~The Dance~

Leviathan stands from their throne. Behind them servants move Leviathan’s throne and the waterfall behind it splits open revealing grand doors wide enough to fit a crowd through.

“Congratulations to the auction winners and thank you to those who donated, Emily the seraphim for the sackbut that you won back so… valiantly, and Asmodeus for your best dancer! Payment will be accepted through the clerk of the court and then the first dance will commence! Please, enjoy the open bar and hors d’oeuvres, they’re special treats sent in from Gluttony and Wrath. May tonight bring you everything you want and nothing you deserve!”

Leviathan spins, his dress twirling behind him as he makes his way through the split falls and enters through doors as they open, as if parting solely for him.

On the other side of the threshold is the ballroom. A simple platform is set with a chair where the first dance will commence, though few notice. Many looking to the ceiling, an ocean in the sky filled with bioluminescence swirling above the crowd.

“Hit it DJ Slime!”

[ask-emily-em-emmy]

*Emily glared up at Adam. She’d learned a lot about him in the time since his passing and none of it had been good*

*During quiet nights where the only sound was three sets of lungs breathing, Ass had confided the hard times he had inflicted on her and her kin of exorcists for years. Whether that was something he regretted or not, there was only so much forgiveness she was able to offer on this night*

*Emily’s face curled with disdain as she crossed one leg over the other and leaned back, closing herself off as much as she possibly could while trying to escape the smell of piss and cheap liquor*

“I could’ve missed you for the rest of my existence and been perfectly content.”

~The Dance~

Leviathan stands from their throne. Behind them servants move Leviathan’s throne and the waterfall behind it splits open revealing grand doors wide enough to fit a crowd through.

“Congratulations to the auction winners and thank you to those who donated, Emily the seraphim for the sackbut that you won back so… valiantly, and Asmodeus for your best dancer! Payment will be accepted through the clerk of the court and then the first dance will commence! Please, enjoy the open bar and hors d’oeuvres, they’re special treats sent in from Gluttony and Wrath. May tonight bring you everything you want and nothing you deserve!”

Leviathan spins, his dress twirling behind him as he makes his way through the split falls and enters through doors as they open, as if parting solely for him.

On the other side of the threshold is the ballroom. A simple platform is set with a chair where the first dance will commence, though few notice. Many looking to the ceiling, an ocean in the sky filled with bioluminescence swirling above the crowd.

“Hit it DJ Slime!”

[ask-emily-em-emmy]

“Hmm… Not really an overindulgence of alcohol.” *She scribbled it down onto her paper and looked back up*

“When you look back at your life, would you say you were quick to anger?”

*Obie smooths out his nice sweater and stares up at the clock tower for a moment before walking into the Embassy. He is nervous, though he’s unsure why. After signing in at the front desk, he’s given directions to the room in which Emily will be waiting.*

*A walk down the hall, a turn there, a turn here, and he sees the open door. He knocks on the wall politely before walking in.*

Hi. Are you Emily? I’m Obie Moreau. I’m here for my… appointment? Consultation? -🐻

@sinner-obie

*Emily did her paperwork from the Embassy on the days she spent here. She had naively thought that people would make a line out the door the first time she came in, and had spent most of the day texting with Shamira and Ass, their little group chat quickly devolving into little mobile games they could play together and a competition on who could find the cutest baby animal pictures. Every time after that she had brought enough paperwork to get ahead of schedule to bide her time*

*Today was no exception and she startled as she heard the knock. She wasn’t actually there, Emily was just a hologram who couldn’t be touched by anything or anyone, but she could still see, hear, and if need be, touch anything on the hell side. But all of those settings were controlled on her end*

*She looks up and there’s a sinner in the doorway, a handsome teddy bear of a man in a soft sweater with a charming and kind smile hidden behind a well groomed beard*

*She stands up and offers a hand to shake* “Yes! I’m Emily, but you can call me Em, Emmy, E, whatever works for you! I’m so excited to meet you Obie! This is going to be such a great experience I can already tell!”

[ask-emily-em-emmy]

*After the whole Adina apology, which she still hadn’t fully wrapped her head around, Emily chose to sit back and recenter herself. This party was already shaping up to be one to remember, but for none of the reasons she could have expected*

*Shamira and Ass (ShamAss? They needed to figure out a way to refer to them now that they had this new form as an option) had gone to find her a non-alcoholic drink which apparently was a lot easier said than done seeing as they’d been gone for well over fifteen minutes*

*In her time alone she’d spoken to several overlords but it was clear from the get go that their intentions were mostly gaining power and knowledge of the seraphim. In a move that one could consider ‘motivated by a logic becoming of the highest of Seraphim’ she elected to not give them anymore information than was readily available and kept things uncharacteristically short*

*When she made eye contact with a familiar face holding a plate piled high with hors d’oeuvres she groaned*

@adam-the-dickmaster

~The Dance~

Leviathan stands from their throne. Behind them servants move Leviathan’s throne and the waterfall behind it splits open revealing grand doors wide enough to fit a crowd through.

“Congratulations to the auction winners and thank you to those who donated, Emily the seraphim for the sackbut that you won back so… valiantly, and Asmodeus for your best dancer! Payment will be accepted through the clerk of the court and then the first dance will commence! Please, enjoy the open bar and hors d’oeuvres, they’re special treats sent in from Gluttony and Wrath. May tonight bring you everything you want and nothing you deserve!”

Leviathan spins, his dress twirling behind him as he makes his way through the split falls and enters through doors as they open, as if parting solely for him.

On the other side of the threshold is the ballroom. A simple platform is set with a chair where the first dance will commence, though few notice. Many looking to the ceiling, an ocean in the sky filled with bioluminescence swirling above the crowd.

“Hit it DJ Slime!”

[ask-emily-em-emmy]

have you ever thinked about having a braid?

In the past I have enjoyed having my hair braided, but I just have so much hair now that it’s hard to do. It’s not really practical for the everyday look. However! If someone wanted to braid it I would absolutely enjoy having my hair braided!

[ask-emily-em-emmy]

do you have a human disguise?

Yes, all seraphim have them! I don’t use it very often, but I’ve used it occasionally when my angelic forms have made winners uncomfortable. Usually after a little while in heaven they calm down, but at first it can be a bit of a shock!

[ask-emily-em-emmy]

If you could eat anyone out who would it be?

I-

Uh, well-

I don’t know if I should answer that to just anyone, it just seems a little crude…

*Looks at Shamira and Ass*

[ask-emily-em-emmy]

“That sounds interesting! Although I’m not such a big fan of the whole soul deal process itself. A little too controlling for my tastes, but to each their own.”

*She looked back at her notes, still not completely sold that his stealing was all that got him here* “You said you tried to be a bartender, do you drink often?”

*Obie smooths out his nice sweater and stares up at the clock tower for a moment before walking into the Embassy. He is nervous, though he’s unsure why. After signing in at the front desk, he’s given directions to the room in which Emily will be waiting.*

*A walk down the hall, a turn there, a turn here, and he sees the open door. He knocks on the wall politely before walking in.*

Hi. Are you Emily? I’m Obie Moreau. I’m here for my… appointment? Consultation? -🐻

@sinner-obie

*Emily did her paperwork from the Embassy on the days she spent here. She had naively thought that people would make a line out the door the first time she came in, and had spent most of the day texting with Shamira and Ass, their little group chat quickly devolving into little mobile games they could play together and a competition on who could find the cutest baby animal pictures. Every time after that she had brought enough paperwork to get ahead of schedule to bide her time*

*Today was no exception and she startled as she heard the knock. She wasn’t actually there, Emily was just a hologram who couldn’t be touched by anything or anyone, but she could still see, hear, and if need be, touch anything on the hell side. But all of those settings were controlled on her end*

*She looks up and there’s a sinner in the doorway, a handsome teddy bear of a man in a soft sweater with a charming and kind smile hidden behind a well groomed beard*

*She stands up and offers a hand to shake* “Yes! I’m Emily, but you can call me Em, Emmy, E, whatever works for you! I’m so excited to meet you Obie! This is going to be such a great experience I can already tell!”

[ask-emily-em-emmy]

*There were several things Emily wanted to address in this moment, most of all that last part that left her lovers lips at perhaps the least opportune moment-*

*Blink. Blink.*

Did Adina just apologize?

*Emily reeled back as if burned. She had known about Adina for almost 10 years now. Where Sera turned a purposeful blind eye, Emily had watched her after the seraph had trapped her. She’d seen her do awful things to get ahead in moments when she thought no one was looking. She knew that Adina was a wayward soul, but until the trial she just believed that it was for the best and that everything would make sense someday. In her defense, it did make sense now that the Joy Bringer knew that heaven wasn’t perfect. Adina was, in Ass’s words, a fucking bitch*

*Despite knowing her throughout all that time, Emily had never known Adina to apologize. That just wasn’t something in her vocabulary!*

*Perhaps it was rude, but instead of deigning her with an immediate response, Emily slipped her hand out of Sham-Ass’s and lifted it to eye level, watching it in her peripherals as she kept her eyes trained on Adina, and pinched her own wrist as hard as she could*

“OW! Okay, yeah, it’s real. I forgot everything hurt so more in hell.” *She pouted as she rubbed her wrist*

*Adina seemed… oddly sincere* “I- well, I…” *A part of her, the part of her that was new, that fought, for herself and for others, that part wanted to hold a grudge. A wrathful spark that wanted to tell the seraphim to take her apology and go to- well, here. But that wasn’t who she was at her core. Emily wanted to be forgiving and help others find their best selves and that meant accepting even those who have wronged you*

*She sighed and grabbed her lovers hand once more* “I accept your apology and… I forgive you, Adina. What you did was spiteful and brought me some of the worst days of my life… but it also brought me some of my best days.” *She lifted Sham-Ass’s hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles*

“All’s well that ends well I suppose. However,” *She turned back to Adina, her eyes suddenly hard* “This is the only time I will forgive you for slighting Ass and Shamira. If this happens again, it will be the last thing you do, pacifism be damned.”

(( @seraphim-adina ))

~The Dance~

Leviathan stands from their throne. Behind them servants move Leviathan’s throne and the waterfall behind it splits open revealing grand doors wide enough to fit a crowd through.

“Congratulations to the auction winners and thank you to those who donated, Emily the seraphim for the sackbut that you won back so… valiantly, and Asmodeus for your best dancer! Payment will be accepted through the clerk of the court and then the first dance will commence! Please, enjoy the open bar and hors d’oeuvres, they’re special treats sent in from Gluttony and Wrath. May tonight bring you everything you want and nothing you deserve!”

Leviathan spins, his dress twirling behind him as he makes his way through the split falls and enters through doors as they open, as if parting solely for him.

On the other side of the threshold is the ballroom. A simple platform is set with a chair where the first dance will commence, though few notice. Many looking to the ceiling, an ocean in the sky filled with bioluminescence swirling above the crowd.

“Hit it DJ Slime!”

[ask-emily-em-emmy]

*Adina speaking to her was not something Emily had planned for. She blinked. She blinked several times, actually. When Adina was still there, staring at her expectantly, she tilted her head and wondered if she was wrong and this wasn’t Adina… but no that was definitely… definitely Adina’s human form…*

“Hello Adina. I have to say, I’ve never been to Envy before but it has been enjoyable thus far. Perhaps I’ll have to find some time to take a day trip down here with Shamira and Ass. I’m sure the latter of the two would certainly enjoy it.”

*Emily looked at her again, really analyzing her. She was comfortable. More comfortable than she’d been the last few times they’d spoken certainly, despite her awkwardness. That wouldn’t be strange had it not been for the scenery. Hell. Why was she so comfortable here? And now that Emily thought about it, she hadn’t seen Adina in a few days. Had she been… here?*

“Adina, if you don’t mind me asking-”

*A large hand slipped into hers and she lost her train of thought turning to the last to join their party* “Welcome back lovers. Had enough spice?”

(( @askshamass ))

~The Dance~

Leviathan stands from their throne. Behind them servants move Leviathan’s throne and the waterfall behind it splits open revealing grand doors wide enough to fit a crowd through.

“Congratulations to the auction winners and thank you to those who donated, Emily the seraphim for the sackbut that you won back so… valiantly, and Asmodeus for your best dancer! Payment will be accepted through the clerk of the court and then the first dance will commence! Please, enjoy the open bar and hors d’oeuvres, they’re special treats sent in from Gluttony and Wrath. May tonight bring you everything you want and nothing you deserve!”

Leviathan spins, his dress twirling behind him as he makes his way through the split falls and enters through doors as they open, as if parting solely for him.

On the other side of the threshold is the ballroom. A simple platform is set with a chair where the first dance will commence, though few notice. Many looking to the ceiling, an ocean in the sky filled with bioluminescence swirling above the crowd.

“Hit it DJ Slime!”

[ask-emily-em-emmy]

“That’s phenomenal! You have a real knack for that!” *Adina was a totally different person under the makeup and Emily couldn’t help but be in awe of the talent* “I can do basic makeup, maybe even some more complicated looks, but nothing like this!”

*She hummed* “You know, you might be good at oil pastels. They’re kind of similar to makeup in feeling, but just on paper. Or, you could try using makeup on a canvas! Art is all about experimentation!”

*Emily pauses, thinking about the Adina she knows and the Adina that Lee knows. There’s an overlap, certainly, but there’s also a side to her that she didn’t get to meet. Or perhaps she had just changed since then*

*If even Adina could change, wasn’t that proof that anyone could if they faced their sins? Perhaps that was Hell’s purpose, a way to face those sins so that sinners could work through them tangibly*

“Lee, you should do more art. I think it’s good for you, especially if you enjoy it.”

~The Dance~

Leviathan stands from their throne. Behind them servants move Leviathan’s throne and the waterfall behind it splits open revealing grand doors wide enough to fit a crowd through.

“Congratulations to the auction winners and thank you to those who donated, Emily the seraphim for the sackbut that you won back so… valiantly, and Asmodeus for your best dancer! Payment will be accepted through the clerk of the court and then the first dance will commence! Please, enjoy the open bar and hors d’oeuvres, they’re special treats sent in from Gluttony and Wrath. May tonight bring you everything you want and nothing you deserve!”

Leviathan spins, his dress twirling behind him as he makes his way through the split falls and enters through doors as they open, as if parting solely for him.

On the other side of the threshold is the ballroom. A simple platform is set with a chair where the first dance will commence, though few notice. Many looking to the ceiling, an ocean in the sky filled with bioluminescence swirling above the crowd.

“Hit it DJ Slime!”

[ask-emily-em-emmy]

*Despite her reservations of being near Adina, (human forms aren’t that different and she’s very good with faces. Sera might not recognize Adina like this, but Emily would never forget those eyes) Emily takes the seat that’s offered to her*

“I do like to draw! Technique wise I’m pretty good! Several millennia of drawing lessons with the greats will do that, but I find that other people, even people with no technical skills, have more passion than I do with it. I like to believe that passion is more important than skill when it comes to the arts.”

*She purposely avoided acknowledging Adina, hoping to keep up the pretense that she had no clue who she was*

“What do you like drawing Lee?”

~The Dance~

Leviathan stands from their throne. Behind them servants move Leviathan’s throne and the waterfall behind it splits open revealing grand doors wide enough to fit a crowd through.

“Congratulations to the auction winners and thank you to those who donated, Emily the seraphim for the sackbut that you won back so… valiantly, and Asmodeus for your best dancer! Payment will be accepted through the clerk of the court and then the first dance will commence! Please, enjoy the open bar and hors d’oeuvres, they’re special treats sent in from Gluttony and Wrath. May tonight bring you everything you want and nothing you deserve!”

Leviathan spins, his dress twirling behind him as he makes his way through the split falls and enters through doors as they open, as if parting solely for him.

On the other side of the threshold is the ballroom. A simple platform is set with a chair where the first dance will commence, though few notice. Many looking to the ceiling, an ocean in the sky filled with bioluminescence swirling above the crowd.

“Hit it DJ Slime!”

[ask-emily-em-emmy]

*Heavenly Sackbut back in her hands, Emily waded through the crowd until she found her target*

“Hey! You’re Lee right? I think we met briefly during the beach day. I saw you going for the sackbut so I wanted to make sure it made its way to your hands. Have you ever played an instrument before?”

(( @your-favorite-spyho ))

~The Dance~

Leviathan stands from their throne. Behind them servants move Leviathan’s throne and the waterfall behind it splits open revealing grand doors wide enough to fit a crowd through.

“Congratulations to the auction winners and thank you to those who donated, Emily the seraphim for the sackbut that you won back so… valiantly, and Asmodeus for your best dancer! Payment will be accepted through the clerk of the court and then the first dance will commence! Please, enjoy the open bar and hors d’oeuvres, they’re special treats sent in from Gluttony and Wrath. May tonight bring you everything you want and nothing you deserve!”

Leviathan spins, his dress twirling behind him as he makes his way through the split falls and enters through doors as they open, as if parting solely for him.

On the other side of the threshold is the ballroom. A simple platform is set with a chair where the first dance will commence, though few notice. Many looking to the ceiling, an ocean in the sky filled with bioluminescence swirling above the crowd.

“Hit it DJ Slime!”

[ask-emily-em-emmy]

If I win this and give it to Lee it will most definitely anger Adina…

“30,000 heaven bucks!” *Emily raises her drink, already halfway finished*

~The Auction~

“Eh hem.” Leviathan begins tapping their long claw on the glass in hand making a Ting Ting Ting sound reverberate through the great hall.

“It is with great pleasure that I usher us into this part of the evening. You will have the opportunity to be an envy to behold three times during this auction. The first, a wonderful donation by yours truly!”

They remove a black cloth from an item to their right. “Ooooo… AHH! I know, I know… The first item is a painting inspired by Claude Monet’s water Lily’s and inspired by the artists truest of loves.”

“The second item is a… sackbut? A sackbut. What the hell is a sackbut you ask. Good question” Leviathan lifts a cloth off of the second item to their left to reveal a horn. “This thing! Thank you heaven for your gracious donation to the cause.”

“The third and final item of the evening will be a dance from the infamous porn demon themselves, Angel Dust.”

*random spotlight shines on Angel dust*

“Let the bidding begin and remember, it’s for a good cause.” (( The lochness monster aka Leviathan ))

[ask-emily-em-emmy]

“Eeee!!! This is so exciting!” *Emily bounced on her toes as she entered the crowd. She had gone for flats tonight under the recommendation of Ass. Something about wanting her to be able to run if things got hairy. She wasn’t sure what was supposed to be hairy, but she trusted her judgement*

“Oh wow there are so many people here! This is so exciting!” *She adjusted the mask on her face, the pretty periwinkle fading to white on the edges and the glittering jewels shining in the soft lighting of purple and green* “I can tell this is going to be such a wholesome experience!”

As you step forth into the large arch of the entry door for the Court of Envy, you hear a loud man from a bus pulling in.

“EY! Thanks for riding the Ernest party bus™️! This is you. I’ll be going back and forth all night so I’ll catch you when I see you. Don’t forget to tip your driver.”

A crowd of sinners stumble out of the party bus and begin their ascent to the front door with invitations in hand. Karen, the clerk of the court, stands at the door with a clipboard.

“Invitation?” She says in an apathetic, monotone voice. You hand her the black card. “Welcome to the court of envy… we’re so glad you could make it…” she says in a rehearsed, raspy manner tilting her head slightly to the side. “NEXT!”

As you enter the palace there is a hallway ((first image shown)) where you are able to hand off your coat and personal effects. As you glide eagerly through the palace, you are able to follow signs pointing to a large room ((second image shown)) where you are able to begin mingling freely.

(( Happy Samhain and I hope all of your OCs get white girl wasted <3))

[ask-emily-em-emmy]

It’s the redesing of you I drawn, I hope you like it!

I appreciate it! I tend to be more inclined to inclusivity, but this outfit is very pretty! I like the patterning at the bottom of the dress! You should continue your artistry, it seems to bring you and those around you great joy!