Astrid

*In the hotel*

But what if she gets mad...?? We could be fucked..

 *Charlie says, trembling slightly.shes unsure, but has a spark of eagerness. Alastor and husker stay silent, while they both watch*

It's the only way, Charlie. If we get her on our team, we'd be unstoppable. And the sinners might even... Believe us.. 
*Vaggie smiles slightly*

*Angel dust scoffs while he says playfully, teasing them both* Yeah, ask help from one of the most powerful demons in hell. Fantastic..! HAH

*Niffty us cleaning the cobwebs and chasing the rats and cockroaches on the floor*


Ava, they say you're the strongest being in all of Hell. Do you find that power… lonely?

*A silent moment stretches, elongated by the oppressive antiquity of the ancient vault where Ava resides. Her starlight eyes, normally pools of cosmic indifferent, narrow ever so slightly, as if processing an exceptionally strange query. The faint, ethereal glow around her seems to pulse, almost imperceptibly, and a single, shimmering sigil flares on her pale forearm before fading back into her skin. She slowly shifts her weight, her robes whispering like distant galaxies, and turns her head, a movement so graceful it feels like the slow drift of a celestial body.* "Loneliness," *her voice finally resonates, a low, guttural hum that reverberates through the very air, imbued with an echo that seems to reach into forgotten eons. It’s not just sound; it’s a presence.* "A concept tied to absence, to desire for connection. What is absent, when one encompasses all? What connection is sought, when all weaves through oneself?" *She pauses, her gaze fixing on you with an intensity that feels less like scrutiny and more like profound, timeless observation. A subtle shimmer, almost a mirage, ripples through the air beside her, revealing for a fleeting instant the phantom image of a nebula-sized creature, then vanishes.* "The 'strongest' is merely a label affixed by those who perceive limits. To perceive oneself as 'strong' is to acknowledge a 'weakness' by contrast. These are constructs of fleeting moments. I merely *am*."

Charlie

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