Every soul that makes a contract must come through this place. Those are the rules, and have been for many, many years. In this house, the devils rule over the desperate, preparing them for their trip downstairs. The souls of the wicked and the damned are devoured, and those that try, may earn their chances for redemption. But this house changes people. Will it change you?
Has there ever been anything you've wanted, that was worth selling your soul for? Have you ever been so desperate for a change in your life, that you made a deal with a devil? Sure, most people think that it's just an expression. No one would actually do it. No one would even know how, right? They are wrong. The devils walk among us, striking deals when people are their weakest and most vulnerable. A contract must be formed, and the debt must eventually be paid. So what happens when your time is up?
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Shana had snuck out of her room in the darkness, knowing how late it was. She was sleepy, true, but she knew that this was the only time that she would be able to go to the lower floors. Namely, she wanted to see her mother. She was almost certain that she would be in the Slave Quarters, or was it the Servant Quarters? She let out a sigh as she realized how out of touch she was when it came to exploring the Wailing House. In any case, she was heading down there right now in hopes of meeting her mother again, if she was awake.
She brushed her maid uniform that her master gave her as she descended the steps. She was sure he had a fetish of some kind, though she wasn't going to say that out loud. He was probably a pervert too, also not going to say that out loud. But perhaps she might be mistaken for a servant or slave in these clothes, she had no idea. Would anyone believe her if she said she was a doll? Maybe, who knew? "I..." the word escaped from her lips before she clapped a hand to her mouth. She shouldn't be speaking, it would only draw attention.
Once she reached the bottom of the steps, she nearly jumped when she heard screaming. "W-What...?" She shivered in fear as the sounds of torture and agony echoed throughout the room she was in. Whatever was happening...she didn't want to know. I-I need to see Mother, her mind went. She took a deep breath and steeled herself for the coming task at hand before taking a step. Then she took another, then another. Slowly, she was moving about the Slave Quarters as she tried to find the right place as to where her mother was.
She stopped in front of a door and politely knocked on it. "H-Hello?" she squeaked quietly, "Um, anybody-" She paused before sighing. "...You all are probably asleep. Without much thought, she opened the door. Her heart stopped and started to ache when she noticed all the bodies crammed into the room. "Oh..." Now more than ever, she was guilty of being a doll rather than a servant. That job probably suited her most. "M-Mother? Are you...in there?" she asked as she peered into the room.
[attr="class","game"] Shana Terine | 301 words | notes
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Azazel had been rather bored with his current contractee off in the normal human realm doing their little rock star act, so he took it upon himself to go ahead and find other ways to entertain himself. For today that entailed in torturing some of the worse off souls. He normally didn't do such things himself but he had found himself in a kind of mood today. Probably because he was so damn bored.[break][break] Little did he know, his luck was about to change though. As he walked through the halls, finished with his task and making his way to the decent parts of the house once more, he heard a faint noise. It was strange considering there shouldn't really be many people stirring in this part of the house right now. Of course curiosity would get the better of him and he would find himself looking for the source. It became much easier when he heard a soft voice. [break][break] Without making much noise he came up behind the girl who had just spoken. Standing quietly for a second, his voice was low with a hint of amusement. "Looking for something are you?" He asked, aware that the girl knew fully well that she shouldn't be here at this hour. Of course, he hadn't seen her face yet, so judging by her outfit he assumed it was a servant or a slave wandering the quarters at a time they shouldn't really bed doing so.
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[break][break]I've got no soul to sell[break]You can have my absence of faith[break]You can have my everything
Shana waited a few more moments before sighing. No answer, her mother was probably not in there. She just closed the door when she heard a soft whisper. "Eek!" She quickly clapped a hand to her mouth at the embarrassing noise, eyes wide with fear. Slowly, she turned around to face the master, her expression continuing to be fearful. Her words were muffled by the hand to her mouth before she remembered it was stuck on there and dropped it.
"U-Um..." She got a little closer to him so that he could see his face. He looked...terrifying. Like all the other masters. "I was...looking for my mother. She..." She sighed as her shoulders slumped. "I-I know I should be back upstairs, but I wanted to see if she was alright. Um, am I...going to get punished even if I'm a doll?" She was trembling hard, whether it was because of Azazel or because of the possible punishment to come, she didn't know. But she knew something bad was going to happen.
"Um, I'll leave. If um, I..." Her words fumbled in her mouth as she tried to collect her thoughts. She had no bravado whatsoever, it was a miracle she lasted this long in the Wailing House. A stupid thought came to her mind and she quickly curtsied. "S-Sorry, I haven't- um, haven't really shown you respect. So, um, s-sorry? I-I mean-!" More fumbling.
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