#♕▐┆❝ v: hell ever after

[verreprincesse]

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Before I go to bed, here are some images from dollmakers I used to help give me an idea of what Ella would look like in the hellaverse

So her skin is translucent like glass, in her bio she stole her fairy godmother’s wand to use it when she killed her stepsisters. She used it to seal their souls in the teal necklace that once belonged to drizella

She also seals her stepmother’s soul in the necklace as well after her stepmother ( unknowingly ) dies from eating her own daughters.

Ella is pregnant at this point and ends up going into labor. Her godmother is there and knows what she’s done and tries to save Ella but in Ella’s desperation she fuses the wand into herself and she dies as her child is born. Her last wish being to never be alone and the wand steals her godmother’s soul into the necklace as well.

In hell she finds she can continue to collect souls and starts off with those that had once been part of her kingdom. She gains power and overtime starts to gain power like that of the overlords. The more souls she gains the more teal beads appear once the necklace is full. They float around her and if you are able to look closely ( if she’ll allow you ) you can almost see the soul inside swirling around. Depending on the souls’ emotions will depend the temperature of the bead as well.

Never again does she ever want to feel powerless. To feel afraid.

She can transform with her power ( like how alastor and killjoy are able to ) and she has glass horns that spike through, she grows wings ( something she took from her fairy godmother ) and her fingers turn into glass daggers.

I plan to write out her bio tomorrow but wanted to leave this tidbit here.

[verreprincesse]

Another wave of her hand and a few more staff appear. One handed her a tray with antiseptic, thread, and a needle. "Your bandages are already soaking, will you allow me to attend to you?" She turned her attention to another staff, "Please make sure the green room is ready. Our guest will stay there while she heals."

The member nodded and took two others with them as they headed up the stairs when her guards returned. She merely raised a brow for them to speak. "Nothing has breached your barrier, Ma'am."

"Good, that means my barrier hasn't deemed you a threat to me." She canted her head to the side, more curious about the woman bleeding out in her foyer. She clucked her tongue at her foul language but didn't say anything. She might be in Hell but Ella refused to let her morals slip and that included cursing.

Lisenka kept her cold stare, even though she was in a lot of pain, through the sting of the alcohol and now the tension of the situation. She was sizing the other up. Sure she was pretti but in all likelihood she was incredibly dangerous. However at the other's assurance that no harm was intended her hand moved away from her gun yet still kept ready for a fight. Even if she was already spent.

"Ambushed, was... running a job. It was setup." That's all she was at liberty to say but all in all she kept her cold stare.

"Apologies for my uninvited entry. Place looked secure" she breathes deeply but her broken rib had that hurt quite a bit. Which has her swear in russian.

[verreprincesse]

so, been thinking about a hellaverse au for cindy, and @cannibalxroses was beautiful in lending me some of their thoughts while I was thinking of a few ways ella might be in hell instead of heaven:

there is a cinderella story, the vietnamese version, where cinderella was killed several times and when she finally was able to, she killed her stepsisters, turned them into food and had her stepmother eat it. when she finished it she died of shock when she saw the skull left over.

so, i would be taking reference from this:

despite being killed and reincarnated several times she chooses murder and that is why she is in hell after her final death.

she's still kind and gentle she just finally is done with her stepfamily

hates injustice

is willing to get her hands dirty for love.

[verreprincesse]

@starsaught ♥ a gown Ella makes for her. light material and I used pink because I see in her stills that under her dark clothes, she still has a bit of pink on her clothes. ella found a way to get pink stardust and added it to the skirt of the gown. the flowers put off pollen that will repel others if they sense the wearer is in distress. And Ella gets a choker, she wore one to her ball for hell's sake! so she made some for her and this one has a smoky quartz stone hanging off of it.

[verreprincesse]

A Princess is soft. A princess is sweet. A princess is silent. She thought marriage would save her, that her life of abuse was over. No more would her body be run ragged by a family that manipulated her, but, instead, she was constantly ridiculed. She expected it from the courtiers, but the staff too?

“Reaching too far.” “Cinder slut.” “Not even of noble blood.” “A disgrace.”

She took it all on the chin, however. Stay soft. Stay sweet. Stay silent. No one cared about her trauma, they just wanted her womb. Every miscarriage that she had was looked down on. She couldn't even do that right. Stay soft. Stay sweet. Stay silent. She poured herself into other duties. Became a perfect princess as if from glass. Don't look too close, you'll see the cracks. Her next test was when she caught another woman in her husband's bed.

Soft. Sweet. Silent.

Her smile was her armor, she kept it all in. Her final test and her downfall: she was finally pregnant but not before her husband's mistress had given birth to a healthy boy. Her doctors ordered her to take it easy during her pregnancy yet life never seemed to go her way. Her stepmother decided to visit her at the palace, wanting her dues. She, after all, raised Ella. She deserved something in return. Ella wasn't sure when it started, when that little bead of hatred started in her heart, but now it encompassed her. So, she promised retribution in the guise of a gift. She told her stepmother to send her daughters to the palace and to return herself in three days’ time.

Her fairy godmother had tried stopping her, but her heart had gone black. She lifted her godmother's wand off of her and when her stepsisters arrived at the palace, she made time stand still. In that space she dammed her soul. Taking her stepsisters' lives was far easier than she realized. She felt nothing when she looked at their lifeless forms. They took that from her: the love she had been so eager to give them no longer lived in her body. So, she went to work. Cutting up human flesh was just as easy as butchering a pig. Or a chicken. She cooked, butchered, and drained for days. She only halted when she saw a beaded necklace around Drizella's pale throat. She wanted to yank the damned necklace off, just in the same way Drizella had when Ella had worn it, but instead, she gently slipped it off her and with the wand captured her stepsisters' souls in two different beads.

On the third day, she was ready. The kitchen looked normal, not a trace of what she had done. Dressed in her finest, as she knew her stepmother would, she set her scene. Her last piece being the teal necklace, the two beads felt cold as ice, proving even their souls were bitter to Ella. She had her stepmother join her in a small receiving room. Lying now came so easily to her tongue as of her stepmother had been the one to teach her. A crafted story of why her stepsisters couldn't join them. Some story of being with their promised matches. She didn't want her stepmother suspicious. The food was finally served and Ella relished in everything her stepmother ate: the “roast”, the “kidney” pie, the “duck” blood soup. Each morsel fueled Ella until her stepmother finished it all.

“I'm so glad my sisters could make it after all.” She proclaimed as she lifted the lid to one dish where the skulls of Anastasia and Drizella with their eyes hanging from their sockets laid.

She watched in glee as her stepmother's face swam through a dozen emotions before her body hit the ground. Ella waited, listened, then walked to the woman who was supposed to have been her protector and nudged her with her glass-slippered foot. She was dead! Without remorse, she pulled the wand out and wove her stepmother's soul into a third bead on her necklace. Next, she made the skulls disappear. In her best acting to date, she screamed. Guards and maids came running in, to which Ella sobbed a story capable of making any person feel sorry for her. Her stepmother's body was carted out when the first pangs hit.

She knew this pain. She feared this pain. Would she lose this one? She spent hours in her birthing bed, agonizing over the life in her body, and when the bundle was finally born, she felt the cracks around her heart chip at her child’s first cry. She yearned for the first time in ages, she yearned to hold her child. But none were listening to her. Everyone sounded so distant. Her pain was subsiding. What was happening?

“Please my child, just let me hold her once.” Panic rose in her as they continue to ignore her. She hadn't stopped bleeding. Her body couldn't take it anymore. The failed pregnancies had caught up to her, had torn her body apart. She was slipping away, falling into darkness. Then there were lights, sparkles all around her, just like the night of the ball in her garden. "Where am I?"

A familiar voice filled her ears, and she felt a pain in her chest. "You could have had it all, my child. Why did you do this to yourself? Why did you damn your soul?" Her fairy godmother asked.

Her body ached and tears flowed. How long ago did she last cry? "I'm sorry but I broke. I tried being soft. Being sweet. Being silent. But I broke. One person can only handle so much. I’m scared. Please, don't leave me!"

She had started to fade, and in her desperation, the wand fused with Ella's body, bending to her every whim. With her final breath, she meant to only reach out to her fairy godmother to say goodbye, but instead she took her soul with her as she landed in hell.

She never thought what death would be like as each day in the living was already a struggle. So, to have a conscious feeling in death and to know she ended in Hell stunned her. With what her last acts on Earth had been she shouldn’t be surprised.

It was like being back in her garden though, when she saw what she wore. It was her mother’s gown, torn to pieces and she felt rage take over her. In death she was to be reminded of her trauma. But she wore her glass slippers still and the teal beaded necklace with the souls of her stepfamily.

Hell was a terrible place, full of depravity and deranged activities that she would have blushed to even see when she was alive. Her one act of murder and now she had to spend eternity in Hell. She was lost. At least until one of her subjects her husband had sentenced to death showed up to her. He had a string of crimes he had committed before his sentencing and in life he lived as he wanted but in Hell he didn’t have the same sway. He saw Ella as someone who might protect him, he promised to be a faithful servant to her if she would protect him and while she wasn’t sure how she’d do it, she agreed.

At their handshake she felt her body glow, a flash of light and a new bead on her necklace held the Sinner’s soul. With it she felt a small rush of power. She hadn’t felt that when she had taken the souls of her stepfamily, so this was new to her. Something she wanted to try again. So she had the sinner seek out more of those who had been in her kingdom and found that same rush of power every time they gave their soul to her. After each bead on her necklace was filled and she’d gain another soul a new bead would pop up, floating itself around her in slow circles.

Over the years she amassed thousands of souls to which allowed her a substantial amount of power. She wasn’t one for turf wars, she dealt enough with wars against her kingdom that this time she preferred to be an ally to others. She found a secluded place and with the power given to her from the souls and her fairy godmother’s wand, she turned the empty space into a fantastical chateau with gardens to remind her of her mother, and, like Rosie, has a shop in which she sells her own clothing designs.

[verreprincesse]

@blitzbuckz made Ella in the Hellaverse and I am in love!!! I love that she's wearing her ripped mother's gown for when she hit her lowest point when she was alive and when she wakes up in Hell she's reminded of her choices once that tumultuous moment happened!

The horns appear in the same way that Alastor's antlers appear when he uses his power, he's are made of broken glass. She also fell with her glass slippers and cannot remove them to remind her of what she once had. And this time, when she walks, you can hear her steps when, before you couldn't hear her steps if she wore the slippers. She cannot sneak up on people unless the ground is carpet or grass or the ground is something soft.

The wings also come out when she uses her powers, she has wings because when she died she was holding her fairy godmother's wand and fused it into her body.

Her skin is transparent like glass as well, though soft like skin. When using her power her skin will harden and fractals appear making light bounce off of her and cast rainbows everywhere.

[verreprincesse]

@txempted dreamed: I've heard of Cinderella, but let's skip the part where you lose your shoe and lose that dress instead.

Her hands stilled over the sketchbook she had. Her marriage to her husband had been a fine one, a place to escape her abuse, but here, she was free to be who she wanted. And here she was a protector and someone who didn't have to do chores every day. Her vocation one she absolutely loved. "You flirt as if it's going to cut the price on this gown I am designing for you." She laughed and shook her head. "Try again, Ma'am. My prices are set." Though, since being in Hell, she had wondered what a female lover would be like. She had yet to take any kind of lover, afraid it meant she was going back on her vows, but she was dead? Did that mean she was still beholden to them?

[verreprincesse]

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In Ella’s hellaverse, she would like to personally fistfight God for every woman ever who had to endure the pain of childbirth and periods cause, WHAT THE FUCK!!

[verreprincesse]

"Thank you." She signed the paperwork her head of staff held out for her after reading everything. "Make sure this gets to them quickly, please." She had chosen to work from home today, her head was killing her and she didn't feel like being around people. "I'm going to spend some time in my garden before I start my next round of sketches."

"Of course, Ma'am." She had rounded the corner when her staff shoved an arm in front of Ella. "There's an intruder!"

Before Ella could say anything, two guards were summoned and rushed towards the person. "Stop!" Her voice echoed in the room, causing everyone under Ella's control to stop in their tracks. She pushed forward, her face paling at the blood. "She's injured, you're injured, how-?" She glanced out one of her windows, pointing for her guards to search outside for any threats. "I'm not going to hurt you." She raised both of her hands to show she held no ill intent. "Let me see the damage."

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Lisenka was exhausted, been fighting for what felt like an eternity but had only been roughly an hour, which for a fight was quite long. Her side bore a large gash from getting hit by an axe, she was certain a few ribs might be broken along with numerous other cuts and bruises. Getting off the street she found an unlocked door, didn't seem like anyone was home and she didn't plan on staying for long. Still bleeding she shed her tank top and ripped it in a way to be used as makeshift bandages. A bottle of gin, if only half full would work as disinfectant for now. With a sigh she starts prepping the bandages however hearing a sound she realized she wasn't alone and was in a bit of a vulnerable position.

"Blyat." She mutters keeping a hand near her gun