Zehellenia Zatanna Sakatano⛧ MávrosInfernusFlameSugarFiend
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No matter how you slice it… I won!
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*Heading to GrungySugar to run things at her alternative emo inspired nightclub.*
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*Much later in the night Zehellenia was lighting things up at the Halloween themed party in a dark little corner of Skyrieverse* Wicked Halloween Wishes to all!
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*Zehellenia threw the crisp pieces of sweet potatoes in the air, catching them in her mouth with ease. An amused smirk exposing a bit of her fangs as she chewed* Snacks and blood! I love it! But damn Lord Dio, such a shame! That was pathetic! I’m going to have to make you lick my boots for a week straight for loosing so shamefully! *Cruely teasing him as he lay on the floor and pushing her boot against his face.*
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*Zehellenia made her way to the spa, seeking the calm of the color therapy room to reflect and meditate on the words shared during the meeting at the Sugar Family Estate. The conversation had stirred something in her, especially when it came to her feelings about her father—Satan. It was far from simple. Her aunt and uncle’s insights had been enlightening, but applying them was another matter entirely. She didn’t want anyone to feel obligated to accept or forgive him just because she was his daughter. The truth was undeniable: her father thrived on tyranny, sadism, and cruelty—he was the embodiment of evil. And yet, despite everything, he seemed to want some kind of connection with her. That was the hardest part. She couldn’t trust him, not with his long history of manipulation. Still, something about the meeting lingered in her mind. She needed this quiet moment to truly sit with it all—to dig deep and decide what, if anything, she could take from it.*
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The Burning Rebellion
Gehenna – Once a realm of controlled chaos and infernal deals, now a land choked by the suffocating tyranny of Zehellenia’s father, Satan. The iron grip of his rule has corrupted even the air itself, making it thick with fear and resentment.
Zehellenia Zatanna: Daughter of Satan and LuzHela . Torn between her loyalties. Possessing potent magical abilities inherited from her mother and infernal power from her father, she is independent, cunning, and deeply conflicted about her lineage.
Lord Lucifer: The Light-Bringer, now a powerful and influential figure in Gehenna. Charismatic and strategic, he believes in a Gehenna of freedom and power, not one of fear under Satan’s oppressive rule.
Lord Belial: A master of strategy as well as a powerful demon, Belial prefers to deal with the deals than the war itself, but he knows Satan can’t continue like this and thus supports Lucifer’s ideas.
Satan: Zehellenia’s father. Once a cunning schemer, he has become sadistic, paranoid and obsessed with control, transforming Gehenna into his personal dominion through brute force and fear. His power is immense, but his judgment is clouded.
LuzHela: Zehellenia’s mother and a powerful demon sorceress in her own right. Fiercely independent and protective of her daughter. While she and Satan have a complicated history, she is not one to stand idly by when injustice prevails.
Helly: Zehellenia’s close friend and companion. She is a loyal and fierce Hellhound trusted by Lord Satan.
Unnamed High-Level Demons: A diverse group, including powerful warlords, master torturers, and cunning manipulators. They represent the growing discontent within Gehenna, each with their own reasons for opposing Satan’s rule.
Zehellenia senses a tremor in Gehenna, a disturbance that goes beyond the usual background chaos. It’s a ripple of rebellion, of defiance, that resonates with the infernal magics she wields. Urgent whispers carried on the sulfurous winds speak of gatherings, secret alliances, and a united front forming against her father. She is drawn to Gehenna, not by duty or love, but by a burning curiosity and a primal need to understand the unfolding events.
Upon arriving in the outskirts of Gehenna’s capital, Pandemonium, she notices the tension in the air is palpable. Demons skitter through the shadows, their eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anticipation. The usual decadent revelry is muted, replaced by hushed conversations and furtive glances. The oppressive atmosphere is even heavier than usual and even the air seems to carry the smell of impending war.
Then she sees them: LuzHela and Helly, standing near a crumbling obsidian structure, seemingly waiting for something. The surprising presence of her mother, usually a figure of measured action, is the final piece of the puzzle. Something big is about to happen.
At first Zehellenia chooses to observe from the shadows, gathering information and trying to understand the scope of the rebellion before revealing herself. She figured she could eavesdrop on conversations, shadow key players, and use her magic to glean information from the environment. This approach allows her to strategically assess the situation and decide where your allegiances lie.
But when Zehellenia sees her mother, she is tempted to approach LuzHela directly and demand answers. But she isn’t sure that’t the best approach. Her mother wasn’t the one being confronted. She would first observe. She did know for sure that this confrontation came about because her father, Satan threatened to disturb auntie Helena’s visit to the Almighty but, her ascension had been completed, auntie Helena had a new glow about her and she seemed happy and enlightened beyond Zehellenia’s comprehension. Even auntie Noloty had a special new glow that surrouned her, like a celestial secret only those guarding the cosmos could understand. The question now was, why her uncles were still here? Weren’t they going back home to their wives?
And on her way to Gehenna, she sensed two move ancient powers that seem to be in disagreement with each other but kept themselves in complete control. It was strange to her but she could tell they were family.
Zehellenia chose to focus on Gehenna and her father’s situation, perhaps because those involved were more familiar to her. She found herself having an internal struggle between her love for her mother and her complicated feelings for her father. She felt she would side with her mother but what stance would her mother even take? And why did they summon Helly back, but then, she realized, most demons had been summoned back to the realm of Gehenna.
And if her mother decided to side with her father, even if it was wrong would she defend them? Or would she side with those who seek justice, even if it means betraying her own blood?
Right now, her father’s reaction to everything was a key element in the events going forward. He seemed to be against changes within Gehenna. He didn’t seem to care for his family, he was soley power hungry in Zehellenia’s eyes. So, she waited with extreme anticipation to hear what he would say when uncle Lucifer asked Satan about his family.
As Zehellenia stands on the edge of this brewing inferno, wondering what she would do? Looking at the world through the eyes of both a heiress to her father’s powers and a young girl wanting to go back to the human world and enjoy the relationships she was forging and adventures she looked foward to.
She would grin and think to herself that everything would depend on how the chess pieces moved on this complex infernal board.
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GrungySugar, a pulsing, dimly lit nightclub nestled deep within the grimy heart of District 13. The air is thick with the smell of cheap synth-ale, illicit spice, and desperation. Exposed pipes crisscross the ceiling, dripping condensation onto the chipped concrete floor. The music is a chaotic blend of industrial beats, distorted synthwave, alternative grunge and the occasional haunting folk melody leaked from the upper districts. It’s a place where the downtrodden, the desperate, and the dangerous come to forget their troubles, or maybe just find a new set.
Zehellenia, a woman built from grit and ambition, with sharp, calculating eyes and a no-nonsense demeanor. Her clothes are practical – a dark tee shirt, dark trousers, and heavy boots – but with a subtle, almost defiant flair. She’s has become known for her ruthlessness, her uncanny ability to read people, and the almost unsettling calm she exudes amidst the chaos of her club. Zehellenia built GrungySugar from nothing, and she protects it fiercely.
The rhythmic throb of the music vibrates through Zehellenia’s boots as she surveys her domain. It’s a Friday night, and GrungySugar is packed. Bodies jostle on the dance floor, their faces illuminated by the flickering neon signs that spell out the club’s name. A low hum of conversation rises from the scattered tables, punctuated by the clinking of chipped glasses.
Zehellenia stands on a makeshift balcony overlooking the main floor, her arms crossed. Her eyes scan the crowd, taking in every detail: the nervous shimmer in a newcomer’s gaze, the subtle hand-off between two figures in a darkened booth, the way the bouncer, is keeping a watchful eye on a particularly rowdy group near the bar.
With family and friends visiting the place has become a great success and furthermore, the curious locals have become regulars at the intimate dive.
She manages and at times bartends but has found some locals willing to work at the dive. Zehellenia has to go a long way before trusting anyone with her pride and joy but it has all started off better than she anticipated.
“Thank you all for making this such a success! I appreciate your support!”
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*Enjoying the music and then drinks as she tried to wind down her wild energy. She was loving the Fields of the Nephilim songs playing on the loud speakers.*
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*Zehellenia feels proud of her accomplishment and especially the turnout. It was still mostly family and a few curious people from the area who happen to like the same music so she didn’t mind. She watched the enthusiasm.* Thank you everyone for coming out and checking out the place! *She was feeling proud as she watched more family walk in that had arrived along with her.*
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Zehellenia brings her mother, LuzHela to the GothicSugar Devilry Gardens, she has set up a lovely surprise for her, simple yet effective. Her mother like here really weren’t used to these kinds of celebrations, but have come to participate in and enjoy them.
The air hangs thick and heavy with the scent of decaying corpses covered by the scent of roses and damp earth. A gothic castle looms behind them, its spires piercing the inky sky. Twisted, thorny bushes and gnarled trees claw at the edges of a garden that has long surrendered to the wild. Beyond the garden, the Obscure Forest beckons with the promise of deeper darkness, its depths swallowing the faint starlight.
LuzHela is an ageless demoness, her beauty is sharp, almost predatory. Her hair is a dark blue almost black that sometimes glows with a blue infernal fire. Her amber eyes glow in the darkness and when she’s all dressed in black it’s a frightening view. Her skin is an odd blue and her facial expression both is fierce, gleaming with ancient knowledge and has a hint of cruel amusement.
Her daughter, Zehellenia, mirrors her mother in many ways, but there’s a youthful vibrancy to her. She appears to be in her late teens or early twenties. Her hair is a black and white with shades of midnight blue, almost a her eyes are deadly gray yet full of restless energy.
The event Zehellenia had planned, Mother’s Night Celebration
LuzHela and Zehellenia are seated at a low, ornate table carved from obsidian. Candles flicker, casting dancing shadows across the garden and illuminating the spread before them. The food is decadent and unusual: candied spiders, roasted bat wings drizzled with dark honey, and a bubbling cauldron of crimson wine that smells faintly of brimstone and blackberries.
Zehellenia leans over and makes a toast for her mother and all mother’s celebating Mother’s Day.
“To Mother’s Night! May the shadows deepen and the mortal continue to provide amusement.” She then laughs! *She carefully hands tributes and gifts to her mother and as she opens them, Zehellenia sets up her phone for a selfie to commemorate the moment.* @hexenfyre
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*Zehellenia got a ride on one of the distribution trucks that Sano was driving. She was able to bring some of the books in to the library and hurried to finish her task so she could join her mother for Mother’s Day celebrations that the humans constantly nagged her about.* Tch! Let me finish up here quickly!
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*A young demon woman, Zehellenia, daughter of Satan, is standing at night in front of a neon-lit brick wall. The neon sign reads “GrungySugar” in neon gothic font and includes a glowing skull icon. She just became it’s unexpected owner. She had come up with the name “GrungySugar” to compliment their “GothicSugar” club. Zehellenia wears a black t-shirt and black jeans. Her arms and neck are covered in detailed demonic tattoos featuring skulls and occult symbols. She has a mischievous expression and stands confidently in the moody, atmospheric lighting of the neon glow. Ivy crawls slightly over the wall behind her, enhancing the dark urban fantasy vibe. She stands around waiting to see if her cousins will stop by to check out their new digs. It’s a smaller club and she intends for them to escape into this area when feeling like having private chats in a club atmosphere.* I wonder if they’ll like it.
