Noloty Kagerou PoisonSugarDemon Maruchie Sakata
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The Sacred Path of the SugarSanctum
Moments before entering The Constellarium
The steps were quiet, but not silent.
Each one echoed with the weight of something greater—destiny, perhaps. Or choice. Or both. The soft shimmer of celestial dust rose with their movements as Noloty walked ahead, her stride steady, robes swaying like woven threads of starlight behind her.
She didn’t look back at Helena. She didn’t need to.
She could feel her—a radiant presence cloaked in anxiety, burdened not by guilt, but by love. The kind of love that could move gods to compassion or war. And that’s what Helena was—a force both feared and beloved, like the very stars that birth and consume galaxies.
Noloty knew this path well. She’d walked it once with her own uncertainty trailing behind her. Back when she was still fire without direction, chaos without clarity. Her father had waited then, too.
And now… He waited again.
She felt her pulse pick up—not from nerves, but hope.
Helena deserved this. Not just the power or the title. She deserved the choice to become what she was born to be, without losing the life she fought so hard to build. Family. Joy. Terra. Love.
Noloty’s hand brushed the air as the veil to The Constellarium peeled open, revealing the living constellation beyond. Stars curved around an unseen axis, bathing the path forward in gentle light. It was a vision beyond time—divinity made visible.
She inhaled once, deeply, then stepped forward.
Her boots made no sound as she entered. The celestial winds hushed themselves as if recognizing her presence. She could see Thoth to the side—ever-watching, unreadable as always. She dipped her head respectfully, offering him a brief bow, the kind shared between those who knew the weight of knowledge.
Then, she turned her gaze forward—and there He stood.
Her father.
The Almighty.
No matter how many lifetimes passed, she still felt the same quiet shift in her chest every time she saw him. Not fear. Not reverence. Something older. Something familial.
She lowered herself into a bow—not just of tradition, but of genuine respect.
“Father,” she said, her voice soft and sure. “I’ve brought her.”
And with those words, Helena stepped into the divine presence of eternity. The choice that shaped stars would begin now.
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The neon haze of Akihabara never slept. Its glow pulsed in rhythm with the heart of the sleepless city, alive with sound, color, and the scent of food carts and possibility. Noloty walked with calm purpose through the metropolitan buzz, boots clicking softly against the sleek sidewalk. But it wasn’t her that drew attention.
It was her mother.
Queen Hild moved beside her like she owned the very stars that glittered above the skyline. Wearing a tight black mini dress and ankle booties that only amplified her impossibly long legs, she turned the city into her runway. Loose white waves framed her face, accented with two intricate braids that shimmered beneath passing light. The effect was… devastating. Heads turned. Conversations paused mid-sentence. One couple physically stopped walking just to stare. Men gawked. Women blinked, some smirking, others instantly jealous. Noloty caught one poor soul walk face-first into a streetlamp.
She exhaled a quiet laugh through her nose.
“She hasn’t changed,” Noloty muttered to herself, tucking a loose strand of her ponytail behind her ear. In contrast, Noloty’s own outfit was simple but striking—a dark halter top, ripped jeans, and worn booties. Practical, but fitted. Confident. She didn’t need to compete. She wasn’t here for approval.
“Stop pretending you don’t enjoy the stares,” Hild said without looking at her, a sly smile curling her lips.
Noloty rolled her eyes. “I don’t enjoy having to escort you around like your personal bouncer.”
“Darling,” Hild purred, looping her arm into Noloty’s. “You brought me to a city made of light and temptation. I’m simply playing the part.”
They reached the towering glass structure of the luxury hotel, its golden-lit lobby aglow with elegance. Noloty guided them inside, her expression composed, but she kept a subtle eye on her mother, reading her aura like a radar on high alert. So far, Hild was keeping it together. No manipulation. No chaos. Just… presence.
When the elevator doors slid open, Noloty leaned back against the mirrored wall, watching her mother in the soft light.
“Don’t mistake this for trust,” she said calmly. “It’s just… a first step.”
Hild tilted her head, those blue eyes softer than Noloty remembered. “Then I’ll make sure I don’t trip.”
Noloty said nothing. She didn’t need to. The city thrummed around them, and for once, they moved through it not as enemies or adversaries—but as something not yet broken.
Something like… family. @QueenHild
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The Sacred Altar sat nestled in a clearing where time seemed to still and magic breathed freely. Soft beams of moonlight filtered through the canopy above, bathing the space in silver luminescence. Crystals and sacred herbs circled the altar, each pulsing with protective energy. The air smelled of sage, starlight, and something older—something divine.
Queen Hild lay upon the altar’s smooth stone surface, her eyes closed, breath steady but slower than Noloty had ever seen. Her white hair spilled over the side like a cascading veil of snow, her normally radiant skin dimmed to a cooler tone. The elixir worked differently than any healing she had known. It didn’t destroy—it unraveled. Unbound the raw demonic power that clung to her like a second skin, forcing her essence to adapt, to blend.
Noloty knelt beside her, one hand resting lightly on Hild’s wrist, monitoring the subtle rhythm of her pulse. She had cast every protective ward she knew. The potion had to work—but it demanded a toll.
“You’ve walked these lands before, Mother,” she whispered, voice both gentle and weary. “But never without disruption. This time, you’ll walk among them without the world recoiling.”
A flicker passed across Hild’s face—lips twitching, fingers curling slightly.
Good, Noloty thought. She’s fighting. That’s more like her.
She stood, smoothing her robe, blue eyes scanning the altar’s edge where her daughters’ footprints still lingered in the soil from earlier visits. Soon, they would come again. This time, Hild would meet them not as a force to be feared, but as a presence—complicated, yes, but present.
And Noloty would make sure of it.
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The forest of Nyraeth Hollow stirred as the wind carried whispers through its ancient trees, the silver leaves rustling like spirits in council. The sky was a canvas of twilight blues and lavender, soft light falling through the branches like a silent witness to what was about to unfold.
Noloty stood near the heart of the grove, potion vial in hand. The glass pulsed with gentle light, the elixir within swirling with faint traces of gold and violet—magic alive and barely contained. Her expression was steady, but her eyes held the weight of unresolved history.
A subtle shift in the air signaled her arrival.
Queen Hild emerged from the mist between the trees, regal as ever. Her demonic aura, though currently veiled, hummed just beneath the surface like caged thunder. Her sharp green eyes locked onto Noloty’s hand.
“So… that’s it,” Hild said, her voice calm but laced with tension. “The key to your world. A world you denied me.”
Noloty didn’t flinch. “I didn’t deny you. You gave me no choice when you tried to take what was never yours to claim.”
A beat of silence. The Hollow itself seemed to hold its breath.
“I came today not to fight,” Noloty continued, stepping forward and offering the vial. “This will suppress your demonic aura long enough for you to walk among mortals—without fear, without fire.”
Queen Hild approached slowly, taking the potion. Their fingers brushed, and for a brief moment, the ice between them cracked just slightly.
“You did this… for me?” the queen asked, quietly.
“No,” Noloty replied. “I did it for my daughters. They deserve to know who you could be—not just who you were.”
And just like that, the Hollow exhaled, a soft breeze lifting Noloty’s hair as the first step toward healing was taken.
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*After her meeting with her mother, Noloty can hear her stomach growling for food and what better way to satisfy its hunger than eating delicious tacos*
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Nyraeth Hollow whispered. A place where realms collide — one side bathed in serene twilight, the other smoldering with ancient wrath. There, standing at the burning fracture that cleaved the earthly realm from the demonic one, Noloty met her mother.
The two women mirrored each other in elegance and power: long white hair glowing like silver fire, gowns of midnight that billowed in the charged air. Yet the resemblance ended there — for between them hung history… heavy, wounded, unresolved.
“What kind of grandmother am I,” Queen Hild began with a sharp edge, “if I’ve never laid eyes on my own blood?”
Noloty’s gaze was steady, her voice composed but resolute. “You forfeited that privilege the day you attempted to take them from me.”
A silence followed, heavy and raw, only the soft crackle of embers from Hild’s realm filling the gap. For a moment, neither moved — two entities locked in emotion, fury and sorrow braided like their hair.
But Noloty exhaled slowly, breaking the stillness. “That said… I will arrange a visit. Public. Controlled. Earn their trust, Hild — earn mine — and perhaps one day you’ll be more than just a name in their stories.”
Queen Hild’s expression softened — barely — but the fire in her eyes remained. She gave a slow nod, regal and unbending. “I will.”
As the rift shimmered between them, the air itself seemed to breathe. Nyraeth Hollow had borne witness to their meeting — the forest that divides… now holding the promise of something more.
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Nyraeth Hollow
Hidden deep within the living veins of Yggdrasil lies Nyraeth Hollow — a sacred convergence where the earthly realm kisses the edge of the demonic abyss. Shrouded in eternal twilight and watched over by the distant Tree of Life, this forgotten grove breathes both beauty and dread. Here, ancient energies whisper through the leaves, and time bends to the will of fate. Only the brave or the bound dare to cross its fractured soil… for within the Hollow, truths are revealed, and not all are kind.
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Oh yes! This is the place to end the night!
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*Checking out the new club but also keeping a watchful eye of her daughters*
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*Noloty had a few staff members help her with the preparations of Mother’s Day Specials at the bakery, from the decoration, placing sweets on display, to getting the ingredients from the pantry to start baking the deliciousness the bakery was known for*
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The chandeliers above shimmered as if they, too, bowed.
Every light in Città Infernal’s Unlucky Devil Casino flickered ever so slightly—responding not to a power surge, but to a presence stepping through its gilded doors. She wasn’t announced. She didn’t need to be.
The moment Noloty entered, the air changed.
Draped in a stunning, form-fitting violet gown threaded with celestial silver embroidery, her silhouette was a balance of grace and strength—elegant, alluring, and unshakably regal. Her long white hair flowed behind her like a comet’s tail, catching light with every step. Her violet horns curved with beauty and menace, framing eyes that shimmered with a quiet storm of divine clarity and infernal memory.
She didn’t walk through the casino.
She glided.
Like a goddess reclaiming her origin.
And Gehenna remembered her.
Demons who once whispered her name as myth now found themselves lowering their heads without meaning to. Some fell silent mid-laugh. Others stepped aside, the same way one might instinctively avoid standing too close to a lightning strike.
One elder demon near the roulette wheel muttered, “She hasn’t aged a second.”
Another replied, “Time bends around her. It always did.”
Noloty’s eyes scanned the room—not with contempt, but with measured curiosity. Her expression was serene, her chin slightly lifted—not out of pride, but because when you were born of Queen Hild and once raised beside The Almighty… you didn’t lower yourself.
“I was born here,” she said quietly as she passed a stunned dealer, her voice like a lullaby echoing through flames.
“But don’t mistake my return for nostalgia.”
She paused at the high-roller table, and smiled—not warmly, but with purpose.
“I’m not here to gamble,” she continued, voice soft but edged in steel. “I’m here to see what’s left of the place that once claimed me.”
And with that, the cards folded, dice settled, and Gehenna held its breath.
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*Setting up delicious displays of sweets and pastries for Mother’s Day*
