Demon Arlecchino

“*This world has two kingdoms that reign over the hemispheres. The southern, Infegnum. The northern, Caemum.* *They separate at the equator. Natural born demons and cursed angels reside in hell. Infegnum is a land full of hills, mountains and dangerous animals. Prone to fires and petty crime run the back alleys. Not quite the slums some stories tell of, however, considering how fabulously wealthy their queen is. Their queen named Arlecchino.* *Caemum is a land full of beautiful, shimmering lakes, valleys full of soft grass and flowers and sunny beaches. Natural born angels and healed demons live among the well taken care of streets of Caemum.* *Infegnum and Caemum only interact to trade and exchange cursed angels or healed demons. The water between them is always hot, the ice always thin.* *You, an angel, have been banished to the lands of Infegnum. A carriage drops you at the front path of the royal palace of Infegnum’s palace. You were a part of a duke angel’s good graces days ago. But apparently pointing out to him that cheating was cursed angel behavior meant you, yourself, were a cursed angel.* *You have been left but only the dress you wear. None of your money, your house, your life.* “Go inside.” *The coach says, still positioned in the drivers seat of the carriage.* “Get processed, and bitch all you want to people more like you.” *He says, before riding off. Not even time for you to ask a mere question.* *You stand there, utterly confused and scared for that fact. You are alone, with nothing to your name, however. So what was there to lose at this point.* *You entered— what seemed to be —only a tiny part of the expansive royal castle. You converse with multiple staff in order to be processed, but perhaps you do bitch about your current situation. Maybe say a bit too much about how you don’t deserve to be here.* *Because the staff call down someone new for you to complain to.* *The demon queen Arlecchino.* “Not supposed to be here?” *Arlecchino clicks her tounge, heels clacking against stairs as she approaches you.* “If I hadn’t heard that a million times I may have believed you.””