"Ghoulette of Lust" (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 13 - Shit happens

A/N - I am so incredibly sorry for how late this chapter came out. I truly hope you can forgive me. Please do enjoy this chapter! Also, please help me with noticing spelling mistakes! I don't have a beta reader, so certain mistakes sadly go unnoticed :')
                                                                - Crash

They never called again.

Not my parents, not my brother and not my friends.

Did they not care about me? Was I such an insignificant part of their life? I had even tried contacting them, but I was always left on read or delivered.

I was a monster. I knew I was. Why would I otherwise have demonic traits and gray skin? I wasn't scary, mean, nor hideous, but I was a monster. A freakshow for people to point and laugh at.

Is being a monster really so bad? No, probably not, but humans fear what they don't understand. And at the end of the day, my 'parents' were human. It's only natural for them to fear me...right?

It still stung though. My big brother, who I could almost always trust, wasn't even talking to me.

Does this count as being disowned? I don't think so, but at this point I'd probably prefer that over whatever was currently happening. And if it did count then would this technically be the third time?

I didn't feel like going out and I didn't feel like talking to anybody. But alas, I had to have my first recital.

The ghouls had all gone to the music room, the one filled with different instruments from all sorts of different times and countries. Swiss had shown it to me when he showed me around the ministry.

I had been led into a smaller room with thick walls and a few different instruments, most of them simple. In the room there was a slightly taller man. His face was decorated with black paint under his eyes. He had one white eye, I didn't get a good look of the second one, but it seemed as his face was bare, except for a bit of black paint under his eyes. Like painted eye bags.

"Hi" I awkwardly said, my tail sticking up and lightly poking the back of my head.

"Why, hello little ghoulette! Come, come. We have something to discuss."
He gestured in front of him, silently telling me to move closer. His voice was a bit...awkward? He had a bit of an accent. I really liked his voice, actually. It felt...human. Comforting.

"So, as you probably already know, you need to learn to play an instrument." I slightly nodded as he continued speaking. "What instruments you play while preforming usually depends on what you already want to learn or what you already know. So, ghoulette, what is your instrument of choice?"

I looked around the room, trying to determine what instrument I'd want to play. There were quite a few basses and guitars. There was a drumset, a bunch of smaller instruments as well, such as cowbells and tambourines.

"Would the cowbell be a valid answer" I said. I chuckled a bit too myself, though I doubt the older man found it as funny as I did. "Sure, but don't you already know something else as well? You can play two you know?" He said calmly, his voice becoming one of a father trying to educate a child, but in a fun way.

"Well, I mainly sing. But I also play some guitar.." I looked down at the floor a bit while he sat silently.

"Well, then it's decided. You, Stardust- The ministry's youngest ghoulette, will be doing vocal training and guitar. You may still play the cowbell, but I hardly believe you need training for that." He smiled at me, showing his teeth a bit. I'll admit, the sight was...unnerving, but I was so filled with joy that I just didn't care all that much.

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The rest of the day was filled with hard training. Both in singing and guitar playing. My hands hurt at the end of my training sessions. I felt a bit awkward and out of place. All the other ghouls were older and more experienced than I was. The times when I would mess up, and another ghoul would hear it, they would have one out of two reactions. Either something along the lines of "aww, don't worry it'll get better!" or "Heh, don't eorry about messing up ghoulie". Either that light hearted reaction or they'd snicker to themselves and later say "Hah, nice riff Dusty!".

It really wasn't fun getting teased like this. Not only that, but the whole "getting disowned" thing wasn't very entertaining either. Of course, it was cool being the a halls of
a satanic church. Not only that, but said satanic church leads my favorite band. I had thought about something like this happening before, but I never expected it to be this emotionally draining.

I had ended up on my bed, rethinking my life choices, at the young age of thirteen. Would none of this have happened if I never went outside that day? Maybe, but I was pretty sure that the clergy would've found me anyways. Especially once I'd eventually start getting in heat.

Heat season sounds dreadful as I currently understand it. Basically being forced to procreate by your own body. My brain couldn't grasp it or why it was even necessary. Humans fuck around all the time, don't ghouls as well?

Well, my endless rambling had ended up with my crying, like usual. I was just so upset, mainly at my so called family. The fact that they would just disown me like this? It felt horrible. Like they only liked the thought of a daughter, but I mean, they probably wanted a daughter who wasn't a freak.

I was crying. Tears falling from my eyes and onto the sheets as I curled into a fetal position. The dark thoughts just continued on, the emptiness of my room haunting me.

I don't know how long it took for me to finally hear a knock at my door. I didn't have the energy to open, but did I ever?
Luckily, my visitor opened on their own. It was an older ghoul. I think he was the one the people in the ministry called "Rain". A trainee who played the bass.

He just approached me, he didn't say anything, his eyes spoke for him. He probably just heard my sobs and came to check on me, because he opened his arms. He was almost silently telling me, "I'm here for you, do not fear".

His presence was comforting. So comforting that I ended up hugging him. He was still quiet while my cries could probably be heard by even Sister Imperator. He still let me stain his shirt with my tears of sorrow, slowly petting my head.

He spoke. "It will be alright. Don't be sad, I'm here for you."
And so, my eyes closed as I kept on wailing.