A.B.A and Paracelsus’ relationship was toxic at best. A completely insane madwoman and a demon axe-key. ‘What on gods green earth?’ You may think— but truly, they are healthier than most relationships out there now.

It was a dark morning, the sky gray outside, clouds decorating the scenery. The clock read ‘6:00AM’ as it rung. “Kyyyhh..” A.B.A sighed softly into her pillow, trying to close her eyes and go back to sleep. But she just couldn’t, a day without Paracelsus is a day off of her very life.

she muttered a curse before hopping out of bed, in her pajama shorts and shirt. She walked to the closet, and slipped on her usual jirt and jirt. (Jean skirt as a shirt, and, well- a Jean skirt to wear.)

She put on her boot-heels and trudged tiredly over to the bathroom, the key lodged in her head being quite the burden when it comes to brushing her hair. Yet, still- she persevered, put on her black lipstick, and stumbled to go and find Paracelsus, he was most likely in his human form since he was already out of bed.