Alyssa Lee Trian's Story

Alyssa Lee Trian growled at Parson- yes, she literally growled. "She's not invisible, she just does not wish to be seen by annoying little 'pires who don't know -anything-!" Alyssa planted, once more, her hands upon her hips, glaring at the male.

Stumbling in, the child stared around, eyes wide in wonderment. Once more CeCe, the girl's patron Goddess, had decided to transport her to a place no child should be- and Alyssa did not, particularly want to be there.

Except, it was empty.

The singing intriguing her- as it would any other nine year old girl, and her nose scrunched up, blue eyes searching for the source of the noise. Sweaty palms curled around the purple wand that was in her hand (for Alyssa was still in her fairy stage, and wanted to be a singing, dancing fariy princess who could fly!). She wiggled forward, her purple tutu spouting off sparkles as she wobbled forward.

"Hello?" The girl cried out.

Alyssa Lee Trian blinked twice. She was not used to this- although CeCe did enjoy ordering her around. A slight blush settled along the apple's of the girl's cheeks as she fetched the towel, eyes promptly sliding shut as she attempted to hand it to the creature who asked for it, "Here, mister," she replied, her voice a soft squeak as she wiggled her purple-convered covered feet.

Her head snapped around, and her eyes opened, that blush only becoming darker as it stained her face. "I do not know- a privacy thing- CeCe and the maids always say to look away when another is in a state of undress.." Of course, Alyssa had considered just coming from the bath as a state of undress, since when humans were in it they were naked. Obviously, though, this was not a human- for it was a feline, and the ten year old felt silly. "I am sorry.."

Alyssa Lee Trian released a soft squeal of delight at being helped onto the stool. The small girl gave a toothy smile, revealing missing front teeth as she grasped onto the cookie, her eyes going wide as she exaimed the treat. The girl gave it a sniff or two before she shoved it into her mouth, cheeks puffing out like that of a chipmunks as she gave a delighted sigh and wiggled, feet kicking through the air and pale orbs latched onto the feline.

It seemed as if Alyssa could never get a break these days. The twelve year old girl was not, at first, in the bar. Instead she sat in a sea of blankness, eyes closed so that she did not have to see what there was not to see. Dark hair framed the child's full face, lips slightly parted as each breathed was pulled free of her lungs. She was meditating- or so it seemed. And the meditation was doing a good job at disguising the child's anger at what was supposed to happen, although she did not want it to happen- it would.And then it did.

The girl's eyes flickered open the moment that CeCe barged into the sea of nothingness, disrupting the child's though process. A flash of irritation flickered through the girls dark blue orbs as the Child Goddess (CeCe) clapped her hands excitingly. "I don't want t--" Shrieked out Alyssa, as suddenly, with a flash of bright blue light, the child was thrown into the bar, landing harshly upon one of the tables.

Her breath had been knocked out of her, whooshing free from her parted lips as black dots danced in front of her vision. Once more her train of thought was interrupted, although not by the shrill voice of the Goddess who owned her. Instead, if was that of a male's, and an accent that the child (being as locked in as she had been within the nothingness that was CeCe's realm) she had not encountered before.

Those dark orbs fixated upon the hand that helped her up, a dark brow managing to arch in surprise at such an act. To help her up? The girl let out a low noise, shaking her head as bruised palms rested onto the table and she gave herself a slight push up, ignoring the hand.

"CeCe gets mad if I allow other's to touch me," She mentioned, in a high-pitched voice, that still held the slightest innocence of childhood in her words. The girl was dressed oddly- for one who was not used to children, at least. A purple tutu puffed out over a pair of lime green leggings, and in the girls hand was a wand, which seemed to spew sparkles. "Where are we this time?"

"CeCe," she started out, her voice dropping off as her blue eyes glazed over. CeCe, of course, was making an appearance- not that anyone else would be able to see the Child Goddess. "I don't want to!" She cried out, a foot stomping, to send glitter all over herself and the kindly gentleman who was attempting to help. Lips were twisted downwards, to form a pout, as she crossed her arms over her stomach and shook her head.

CeCe gave Alyssa a slight smack, sending the girl sprawling forward for a second, before she righted herself and let out a snort through her nose. "CeCe is not my mother. She is.. Is a Goddess," the child stuttered out, all beneath the disproving eyes of the said Goddess. "And CeCe is, too, interested in those.. Things. She says they are.. Un.." She stuttered the word out, unsure of how to speak it, and without the presence of her two upper teeth she was having issues with it.

"She states they are not from her home- it's a place of nothing!"

Narrowing her eyes at the condescending tone of the other, Alyssa shook her head firmly, spraying more glitter and dark hair around the area, as she placed a hand upon her hip. "No, I mean CeCe is in charge of the nothing. Not that she comes from it. She created it," it was as if the girl were reading from a prompter, or had a person whispering in her ear- which she did.

The girl was not crazy, nor did she have an invisible friend. CeCe was real- she was the child Goddess, one who helped children, raised them, took them in if they were like Alyssa.

Alyssa Lee Trian felt one of her eyebrows twitch. "My parents abandoned me to the order that CeCe is in charge of. CeCe thought it would be good to have another follower that would be part of her every day routine and talk to people like you!" At the last word, the girl actually leaned forward and shouted it, at prompting from CeCe behind her. Lips hard curled into a frown as she winced slightly, a hand raising to rest at her temple. CeCe's voice sure was shrill.

She blinked, twice ,even, shaking her head. Why was it that adults never seemed to listen? Just because the girl was twelve years old did not mean that she was an idiot who did not know the right words, or what things were! The girl stomped her foot, eyes narrowing even more as she worked at keeping her voice at a regular level, teeth sinking into her lower lip. "No, CeCe is my Goddess, I live in her house of nothing- we live there together! And my parents left me to the order!"

Alyssa Lee Trian shook her head, though she should have nodded it. "It is nothing, but there is a temple that CeCe created. We sit in it at prayer time- so that she can listen to the others, who pray for her, and talk about her, and demand things from her.. She shows them where to go, and how to live. Until they get to old.."

Alyssa shuddered a bit, giving CeCe a side glance. Alyssa was almost too old.

Giving him a blank look, her nose scrunched upwards. "It's a place of nothing, but CeCe is the creator of it, so she can make things out of nothing. Like a temple, for her to listen to those who talk to her." Alyssaa, being a child, did not have to deal with philosophy, and as such was unsure of what he was speaking off- she only knew what CeCe whispered into her ear.

Alyssa Lee Trian dropped her eyes to the male's palm, head tilting to the side. "Everything. And.. Nothing," she mentioned, her eyebrows slanted forward in confusion. She was but a puppet to her Goddess.

Alyssa heard that moaning. Or perhaps she had made it? Her fingers and toes were stiff with cold, skin taking on a blue tinge. She was freezing, all because she wore the same rags that passed for clothing as she had when she had gotten kicked out.

The woman's lips turned downwards into a frown, blue eyes peering about, searching. She didn't know how she had ended up here, she had simply tried to think of a place that was warm and -ended- up there.

The power that had leaked form CeCe had poisoned her, but she didn't command it in the same way that the Goddess had. "So cold," she mumbled to herself, not caring anymore if a animal deemed to attack her. Perhaps she could speak to it, soothe it, and cuddle around it. Anything to get warmth.

It was the moaning the woke him up. The gaunt figure stood up and took inventory of his body. Having found everything in working order Joe left the safety of his... broom closet to find out where he is. He muttered in a a language that would make peoples ears bleed if there where any around to hear what he said clearly and his large eye's fill with an eyrie green light.

"H-Hello?" Joe called out doing his best to sound weak and pathetic.

Having sunk back against the wall earlier, 'Lyssa was shocked to have to cover her ears as a grating noise invaded her brain.She whimpered a little bit, nails digging into the side of her scalp. Her eyes were shut tightly, for a moment, until she felt a soft warmth on her face.

That meant light, right?

She raised her head, then, hands falling from her ears as she opened her eyes, brown orbs peering at the other woman who was there. Her head swung a bit, so that she could peer into the darkness, the best she could.

"Is it an animal?"

It felt as though she had slumbered for a thousand years, her limbs where heavy and it was a struggle to open up her eyes. When they finally did flutter open the woman had no clue where she was at, though it seemed to be a dim and cool. Her back was laying on a hard surface and a haze was over her mind, making it difficult to form thoughts and actions, though her body twitched as she woke up.

Alyssa was no longer a child, and her racing thoughts tried to comprehend the newness of her body, how she was suddenly larger than she had been, with power crackling beneath her skin. A thin film of swear matted her black hair to her skull, despite the chill of the basement, and her blue eyes flitted back and forth, trying to make out shapes of things and, perhaps, even people. Cracked lips parted as she voiced words that she could not give sound to, confusion clearly registering on her slight features. She still wore a child's clothing, ripped and dirty, hardly fitting her form, as small as it was.

Obviously this woman was not from this time, though how she ended up in this basement was anyone's guess. There hadn't been a flash of light, or a hazy shifting of the air. No, one moment there was no woman laying upon the ground and then, the next, there simply was.

Despite believing themselves alone originally that was in fact wrong, sat upon one of the casks containing alcohol was a white haired minx, leg crossed over the other, dressed in semi-casual clothes and appearing rather young. In her hand was a bottle that appeared to be Barcardi, and she appeared to be rather savouring, although as soon movement occurred, she vanished and then was immediately in front of Alyssa, "That was, well unexpected, I decided you must be dead. I was like tragic, but I am here to drink and avoid the nonsense of Gambit's. Thus here you are breathing, at least you appear alive, maybe you are dead. Maybe I am drunk as fuck. Or even high, so many possibilities. Well you are alive, so get moving, and quit bothering me, I ain't here to offer you any condolences or such. This is me time, aka bugger off or go play with the traffic. I don't mean in sexual way, just be clear, I mean go lie down on the road and let a car roll over your heid and let it be crushed."

To many Sirad could appear hostile, but then again those who delved further witnessed more, "So, since you are not leaving, what colour panties you wearing?" most would never ask such a blunt question, but Sirad was many things, subtle in how she spoke was not one of them. Nor did she care about social qualms, in her view humans were play things. Unlike other demons she did not get off on torture though that would be believed, no she personally just enjoyed screwing with them literally and figuratively, and whereas she was not a looker at all, in fact she appeared like an emo tomboy, she was rather passionate and lewd. If you could get behind her nature of appearing utterly without care, you would soon learn she was actually rather miserable. Then again she had another name, and that name had history even respect.