forum “Come now, child. Let me take you and your mother to paradise.”

Started September 24, 2023 by @Eli-the-transboi group

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Devi places a hand on her heart, frowning. “I…my dear…I’m sorry to inform you…but you’re dead. You and your daughter.”

"D-dead? No that's impossible. W-we can't be dead." Grace sits down and rubs her forehead. "We can't be dead." she whispers again.

Devi sighs. “I’m sorry. But there wouldn’t be much chance of an alive mortal to come here.”

"I-" Grace begins crying. "No. Maybe I'm dead, but Chantelle is not. She wasn't even with me. She was at school."

Devi seemed heartbroken at this. “Oh gods…” she mutters.

Grace pulls out her phone, seeing hundreds of new text messages. All of them saying relatively the same thing. A school shooter. Many kids still not found. Chantelle included. "No," Grace sobbed, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. "No!"

Devi sighs and gently places a hand on her shoulder, sending a wave of peace through her. “I know…but Gia decided that you two will be together.” She looks down at Chantelle.

"Chantelle still had a long live to live," Grace sobs.

Devi nods. “I know…trust me…I know. But there was nothing we could do. The mortals decided to do such a thing…”

"At least Chantelle and I are together." Grace looks at Chantelle, smiling slightly. "So, what is this place?"

Devi hums. “A sort of…haven. You two are good souls…so you two stay with me. I can bring you to my home…” she stands.

"So like, the afterlife? Greek and roman gods and all that?" Grace asks, standing and picking up Chantelle.

Devi nods, standing and towering over them. “Yes. Come now…” she offers her hand.

Grace grabs Chantelle's hand, then Devi's. "Where are we going?" she asks.

Devi smiles. “To my palace.” She guides them to a gigantic glass palace with a beautiful river and plants everywhere. The glass and light made stunning rainbows onto the water. “This is where you two will stay.”

"Here? Isn't this, like, yours? It looks so nice."

She chuckles. “It’s called paradise for a reason.” She looks down at her. “What is something you’ve wanted? All your life…”

"I don't know about me, but Chantelle has always wanted a pet. A bird. I think she wanted a blue-headed parrot."

Devi smiles and suddenly, a blue-headed parrot flies over to Chantelle and lands on her finger, chirping happily. Devi smiles and watches, silent.

Chantelle squeals and pulls the bird into a hug, kissing its head. "Thank you," Grace says. "Thank you very much."

Devi smiles, nodding. “You think on what you’ve wanted. But you may find it’s already been given to you.” She looks to the bird who nestled into Chantelle’s hair. The bird seemed indestructible no matter how hard she squeezed.

"That's-huh. I like that."

Devi chuckles. “You humans are still quite awkward. But I find that charming anyways.” She grins playfully and chuckles, looking at Chantelle and her bird. “He loves shiny things and kisses. So I’m sure you both will be best friends.” She bends down.

The bird chirps and makes a little kiss noise as he presses his beak to Chantelle’s cheek.

Chantelle squeals in delight. "Again, thank you so much," Grace says.
(i think chantelle is gonna be nonverbal. just cause)

(Yeah makes sense)

Devi nods, smiling. “Of course. You two suffered enough.” She laughs softly at Chantelle’s squeals. “Hm…we need to give him a name.”

Chantelle points at his blue head, smiling. "You want to name him Blue?" Grace asks. Chantelle nods, smiling. "Blue it is," Grace says. "A perfect name for a perfect bird."

Devi nods. “Exactly.”

Blue squawks and nuzzles closer to his new owner, seeming to like his name.

Chantelle yawns, still petting her bird with one hand, holding the locket in the other.
"It's nap time sweetie." Grace decides. "Do you have a bed I can use for her?"

Devi smiles and nods, leading her to the perfect bedroom for Chantelle. “Your room is right next to hers. Just in case. My room is down the hall.” She points to two grand doors decorated in roses.

"Thank you." Grace leads Chantelle into the room, then, after she gets Chantelle to sleep, she curls up on the floor next to her daughter, despite there being an entire room for her just next door.