Sanguina was alone. Utterly, heart-crushingly alone. Of course, it had been decades since the other three had died. So long she could barely even remember the exact number of years. But she could. She was sure that, as long as she’d live, she’d know the exact number of years since they’d died and left her alone.
Things were different without them around. Now she had to fill in for all four of them. It was hard, especially with how often all four of them were called upon in this new world. But, she’d adjusted. There was a lot less time for her old endless hedonism, like she’d had before, but then responsibilities didn’t leave a lot of time for fun.
That wasn’t to say she never had a bit of time to herself, of course. The Humor Demons, for all their power, simply weren’t as popular as some of the more “flashy” demons. Not that she was complaining. It was always nice to have some time to herself.
And usually, Sanguina’s time to herself was spent searching. Searching for the reincarnations of her closest, dearest friends. She knew they were out there somewhere. Souls didn’t just up and disappear, no matter what magical fluctuation caused the reincarnation cycle to go wonky.
Of course, the searching was long and difficult. There were billions upon billions of living beings around the world. And with the unique situation of her friends, she couldn’t even be sure that they’d reincarnated as human. The only thing she was sure of was a gut feeling, a sense of “right” or “wrong”. It was all she had to go on, really, even if it wasn’t much.
Once, she’d found someone she was sure was Chole, who at the time was the leader of some colony ship or another. The reunion was the stuff of dreams. Surprise them in the food processing facilities when they were performing a solo inspection, hold up the cake made entirely of raw entrails, just like they liked it…
Sanguina had been discouraged and rather distressed when the human jumped back in terror and fell directly into an organic matter shredder, ostensibly used for making nutrient paste, but now being used as an accidental murder weapon.
And then there was the time she’d found Melancholia again, after years and years of searching for the one she loved and loathed so very much. She’d embraced the screaming centaur in her heavily bleeding arms, and discovered that the mortal shell had an unfortunate heart condition when they had a heart attack right in their arms and died.
After those two unfortunate incidents (and a handful more we won’t get into here), Sanguina spent some time away from the mortal realm, instead taking the time to focus more inwardly. She learned to use the powers she’d inherited from her dead friends, and turned from a depressed former party-girl into a powerful force to be reckoned with.
Now, she continues her search for her friends. Openly, this time, known by many names. The Bleeding One, The Red Man, The Queen of Hearts, and many more. It is said to be met by her is to ensure your death, as the fates themselves will conspire to end your life in her presence.
To this day, nobody’s sure if the swift death of those she finds are a punishment for her victims…
Or a punishment for Sanguina herself…
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