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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Luna sighed. She could not help it. She had only been here a few days and all she found herself doing was sighing. The first night was the worse. She had been shoved into a dark room. Immediately memories from her childhood crossed her mind. Memories she had been trying to for so long to forget. Too think that twelve other bodies in the same room would work to comfort her.
She would be lying to herself if she said she had not cried that first night.
It was the first time she had been away from her entire family and the sinking feeling she got whenever she thought about never seeing them again was more than enough to break her heart. She'd known she would end up here one day so why was she feeling this way. Was it regret perhaps?
The petite sighed again. She had to stop thinking about this. It's not like it was possible to change her fate. With one last sigh the girl pushed up from her spot on the floor and picked up a bucket with cleaning supplies.
It wouldn't be hard to find the dungeons. It had proven to be impossible to get the screams out of her mind. From what she had heard it was pretty easy to end up down here as a slave. That was the last thing she wanted, yet here she was.
Her grip on her mop and bucket tightened. She couldn't help but scrunch up her nose as the smell of blood, and feces hit her at once. The small teen knew she would have to steel her nerves at what she could see down here. Upon reaching the area she had been assigned she slowly looked up from her supplies.
Luna gagged, small tears forming on the corner of her eyes. A big part of the area was covered in blood as were the tools left spread around. She couldn't help but begin shaking, 'I can't do this. I can't...."but you have to." she whispered to herself.
She knew this could be her if she didn't.
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Open, first post yay! not much to go by but... I've never done an RP like this haha!
This site in general reminds or corpse party cause ya know tortured souls haha -sweat drop-
Post by Argento Dantalion on Dec 29, 2017 10:10:49 GMT
with flesh and blood
I commanded an army
Through it all
I gave it all
Once again the Lord of many faces found herself in the one place very few of her rank ever dared to venture. Or rather, far too many were to disgusted by the very presence of the newest sold souls that they found it best to harass them mid-work. It was never anything new, not even seeing the masters get on each other's cases for this or that these days. Conflict was bound to happen in such a small environment after all. It happened just as easily with them as it did with mankind. Hypocritical and foolish creatures they all were.
Yet Argento had not gone downstairs in an attempt to evade those pointless squabbles nor was she there for a daily heaping abuse. Such things mattered nothing to the one whose sadistic streak ran mentally rather than physically, though; even then it was something of a debate to consider her... 'unique' ways.
The Fallen did not think herself wrong though, following her instinct fueled by boredom. The tortured minds echoing into her own like a chorus of nails and chalkboards. Yet like most every time she'd gone down there, the Lord had caught a 'scent' that was more interesting than the usual upstairs or from other newer souls. Though, perhaps this one too was new. It sounded as such, the soft vulnerability that would make any Fallen or demon tremble with delight. Even she was no different, what with her's leading to that pleasant sense of curiosity.
And so she followed it, the mental song of a weak-willed girl. Like a blood-hound on the trail of a wounded animal. The pleas for help, the fear that battered against the shouts of slaves completely ignored with merely an ounce of willpower. How used to this kind of thing she was. It wasn't scary for a being such as herself, but for those of the lesser will it must have seemed to them like she was a monster true and true. Which wouldn't be far from the truth, honestly.
Turning here, avoiding the splatters there; the Fallen made her way through the dungeons with a skillful grace. The soft fabric of her clothing never once coming into contact with the filth, her shoes practically pristine by the time she rounded another corner. Silent and smooth as cat, her heels not even clicking against the stone; the Fallen finally found what she'd sniffed out upstairs. The quivering body of a young girl, a fresh addition. The sadness oozing off her as widely as the work she'd been tasked with. An idle look toward the mess and the next moment it was completely ignored. She had much more interesting things to deal with.
Only a few steps from behind the girl and Argento was crouching down behind her. The whispered whimper was not unheard by the being, nor was the fear flaking her mind ignored. "That is a good mindset but you will break at this rate." The Fallen said softly behind her, completely casual. "Such a soft soul... It would be a pity if you hardened or blistered. I will offer you my attention if that shall keep such cracks from forming." The Fallen did not smile, nor did her voice hold anything other than opportunity. But her eyes were glittering with curiosity. Unfazed, pure curiosity.
A high-pitched squeak escaped her lips when a soft voice spoke directly behind her. The voice sent shivers up her spine, she was sure she had flinched. It was just supposed to be her cleaning for the moment before others arrived, and she had heard no one approach. Surely the stones would have given someone away. The girl was stunned, too afraid to turn she was basically at the gates of hell this surely couldn’t be a ghost… could it? Luna cautiously turned, she was scared to face whatever was behind her but there was no way to avoid turning around.
To her surprise she found herself standing next to a girl? From the chills the voice had given her she was truly expecting to see a ghost in front of her. This fallen or demon? She really couldn’t tell between the two and she doubted she would ever be able to. Though it was very likely the figure in front of her was a master. Her fear was slowly turning into what felt like nervousness the last thing she needed was to be punished because she hadn’t greeted right. It would have probably been a good idea to ask the other slaves. The teen attempted to curtsy like she’d seen in shows. A task easier said than done when one was still shaking slightly.
The bluntness of the master’s words caused her to sigh once more. They were probably true. Any thoughts of running away to hide or escaping had to quickly be pushed down her mind, it was obvious from what she had seen that it was an impossible action. She would just have to grow numb to this environment just like she had become numb back home. But that had taken time… which was something she was afraid she did not have much here. “You’ll h-help me?” the teen managed to stammer. Doubt quickly crossed her mind, sure a master’s word held a lot of power in this house but why offer it to her exactly. It was not like she had much to offer in this place. There would probably be something to pay for anyone’s help down here but this in particular… keeping her soul intact seemed too good to be true. Yet… given the option would anything be worse than her current situation.
”What would I have to do?”
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Argento Dantalion, she's gonna need many hugs. Maybe this should be called
Post by Argento Dantalion on Dec 30, 2017 20:37:19 GMT
with flesh and blood
I commanded an army
Through it all
I gave it all
Ah. She could smell the fear practically oozing off this child. The girl's form was shaking still, quivering so mutely like a mouse who knew it couldn't hide. Though, the Fallen was perfectly sure she might have tried to do just that if there had been such an option. But alas, from anything but another human it would have been impossible. Why? The scent. And not in some perverse way but more like how a snake could make out heat signatures with each. It was just another natural part of their being. Simple fact. Biology? Close enough.
Yet the way she turned was rather adorable in the lord's eyes, the little mental mess so afraid she'd spot something truly terrible. Argento had half the mind to change her shape something quite a bit more monstrous but opted not too if only for the sake of her clothes. Plus non-human faces were neither a favorite nor a specialty for her unlike the demons who served them. Beauty was another of their natural features, it was nearly impossible to find a Fallen who chose to be something else intentionally. Another part of their vanity no doubt.
When the girl finally set eyes on her, Argento moved not an inch. Bright golden eyes shifted to try to catch the other's gaze, whether that would be successful or not was always a strange thing. It all depended on one's instincts she supposed, some could meet her gaze while others could not. An interesting little quirk she had to admit. But the girl's attempt at a curtsy was not lost on the Lord. After all, she was a stickler for such things and waved the girl off in a proper manner as was her usual type of decorum. It was safe to say that for one such as Argento, this modern attempt at an age long past was something of a good point. It certainly kept her interest if anything.
"You're mind is too soft to become numb here, young soul." The Fallen piped up randomly, listening more to the words of the girl's mind within her startled silence. But she held no real reaction when the soul finally piped up with her mouth. The lord tilted her head in response, "Do you wish for help?" She countered. Eyes still glowing with curiosity. Literally now, with dimness of the underground. She could feel the doubt but ignored it. Most creatures who entered without fully understanding their contracts were wrapped up in such things. Fear, doubt, animosity. It was a common set of emotions. Just as a sociopath's cold calm were their own and a psychopath's immediate hatred and humor were their's. It was easy to categorize such things.
The Fallen righted herself, pushing away a lock of loose hair from her glasses. Using the nail of her thumb to prop those up as the girl's doubt came to the surface. "Keep my interest?" It was an honest answer, which resulted in something more of a question itself given the Fallen's natural reaction. Without missing a beat the lord kept to calm demeanor, only blinking once as if that was signal enough to state the obvious return of her own answer. Like as if that should have been known already. Plain as day. She'd given out that same answer common enough but always forgot that such things didn't spread like wildfire. Only the 'who to avoid's and 'who to grovel at's. There really were very few moments when an in-between showed.
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