It ain’t easy being little miss tragedy. Some pity her. Some think her a monster. What she thinks? Well, she has to agree with the latter. She does feel like a monster. Her life was not simple; she did awful things. Naturally that made her feel awful.

But the last week was different. Krakoa was supposed to make her feel amazing; it was the pinnacle of mutant society. She was a teacher now and she could enjoy helping others freely and finally shake off all that guilt!… or so she hoped. As always life wasn’t that easy on her. After overhearing a couple students that had heard of her true side. Heard of Darkchylde. Heard their fear of what their teacher could be. She crumpled all over again— felt just like that little girl she was before Limbo. That feeling made her angry all over again too. So she decided to do what any responsible adult woman does when she feels like shit: drink. Luckily she didn’t have to worry about being accepted at a bar in Krakoa so she found some demons to beat on in Limbo before getting to what she truly looked forward to. She was sure the bar had a name but all she cared was the fact it was there.

Illyana looked like shit. Not battered or bruised particularly, she only beat on some lesser demons, but definitely bloodied up and disheveled.

“Bottle of vodka— actually scratch that; I’ll take a bottle of Fireball. I’m trying to get shit faced,” Illyana ordered to the barkeep, a smirk coming to her face as she tried to find the hilarity in her less than stupendous scenario. The whole kid situation only reminded her of other times people called her a demon, then Limbo, then just a giant snowball of self hatred. The witch was opting into thinking of quite literally anything else even if it meant being sloshed.