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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Post by Dmitri Sarkova on Dec 16, 2017 22:26:25 GMT
I have spent too many late nights Thinking a hole in the earth, 'Till the sky is on fire. And my head still won't die. 'Cause I just feel so tired, Like I need something to come alive. And I've got way too many routes to take to make this all just go away ⚔
It was always so confusing waking up in this place. All of the well decorated walls, the lavish furniture, the fire crackling somewhere off the end of the bed. But the weirdest was probably the soft breathing of the man beside him. It was nearly impossible for him to get used to it. He had spent way too long listening to the silence, or listening to the crazy mumblings and noises of other inmates at the asylum. He had never known such luxuries as he had learned in this house. But he hadn't been here that long. Still, he slowly came to, the fire crackling as it had been every day and night that he had woken up.
Outside, he could hear the wind howling a bit, clattering against the house, and carefully he pulled his head out from under the covers, glancing over to the windows, where he could see the whiteness of the snow against the darkness of the cold winter night. Of course, his glances were drawn back towards the demon that sat next to his bed. Gods he looked bored, like he really had better things to do than sit here and wait for whatever it was that was going to happen. "Erm... G-good.. Evening.." The boy shifted a bit, hearing the jingling of the belts and straps and chains that still hung from his body, as he sat up. He stretched a bit and then pulled his arms inwards a bit, pulling his knees up to his chest and hugging them there. He had gotten the jist of the information about the house, and that he himself was some sort of slave to be used however this particular demon saw fit. But the question was, would he do it? What exactly did any of this mean? "W-What are you... Gonna d-do to me...?"
Xeres had been sitting in the chair beside the bed for hours, a bored expression on his face as he stared off towards the crackling fire. The sound of the howling wind from outside kept him from falling asleep out of boredom, but the boy had eventually woken up once again. What a joy. His attention turned over to the boy, his expression still holding that bored look. Honestly he could really be doing something else than just sitting here doing nothing. He nodded his head slightly to the younger male as he greeted him, silent still as his new servant, well his Master in the guise of this kid, as the kid shifted in the bed to wrap his arms around his knees and asked that question of his.
The demon shifted in the chair before he stood up, taking his time in stretching since this obviously wasn't his Master currently. "What am I going to do to you? Well...whatever I want. If I want to bed you..." He trailed off, lifting a brow as he stared at the kid. It wasn't like he really cared how old he was, besides the kid was old enough for the most part. He placed a hand on his hip and scanned his eyes over him. "Hmm... I think we should first start with that outfit of yours. That jingling annoys me." He told him, turning away for a moment so he could summon a couple of his own servants to dress the kid in proper clothing.
"Right, right... None of you leave, I've been bored for too long." He announced, a flirty smirk crossing his face as he moved to lean against the wall as he crossed his arms. "Show the kid the ropes too, why don't you? But be careful, he's mine to play with." He added with a grin growing, just anticipating the amount of fun he'd be able to have finally.
Post by Dmitri Sarkova on Dec 17, 2017 2:17:26 GMT
I have spent too many late nights Thinking a hole in the earth, 'Till the sky is on fire. And my head still won't die. 'Cause I just feel so tired, Like I need something to come alive. And I've got way too many routes to take to make this all just go away ⚔
It really was quite something, seeing some servants just scurrying in with their heads down and abiding by this demon's words. They came to get him new clothing, some sort of white suit that he rather detested, but it wasn't like he really have any choice in the matter. They wasted no time, much to his disapproval and struggling, ripping him from bed and attempted to strip him down. He fought and struggled against them for the longest time, but eventually he had to give up. One of the servants stopped after a moment and turned to look at the demon. "Sir.. If we are to... Test him out... What exactly is the point of giving him clothing? Would we not just have to remove it again?"
At the servant's words Xeres just stared at the one who spoke, his grin quick to vanish. He said nothing for a few moments before he narrowed his eyes a little. "Did I fucking stutter? You, did you hear me stutter?" He questioned the other servant, shifting his arms to uncross them so he could crack his knuckles. "I think someone needs a lesson about talking back to their Master... You're going to be next after teaching the kid the ropes. Just me...and you..." He spoke up, a small sneer on his face as he then turned his attention over to the kid.
"As for you... I'm sure you'll get to learning things rather quickly. The other servants will help you out, but some things you'll definitely have to learn from me." He told him, pushing himself away from the wall to approach the three. He grabbed the servant who had questioned him and spun him around, pulling him up real close to himself as he gripped the servant's wrist in a tight manner. "I've been bored for sooo long... I think I'll have fun with all three of you. But you especially, back-talker. So, you two hurry the fuck up and get him tested out. Or I'll invite a favorite friend of ours to join the party."
Post by Dmitri Sarkova on Dec 17, 2017 4:17:51 GMT
I have spent too many late nights Thinking a hole in the earth, 'Till the sky is on fire. And my head still won't die. 'Cause I just feel so tired, Like I need something to come alive. And I've got way too many routes to take to make this all just go away ⚔
He felt so damn humiliated. It was just so horrible how bare and vulnerable he felt. All over the kid's skin were marks of his violent outbursts at both himself and others. Scars and deep bruises from his time in the asylum still marred his ribs and stomach and neck. His wrists and neck and ankles, as well as marks around his middle, showed that his restraints were usually tied way tighter around him than they were supposed to. The servant that hadn't been a smartass, took a look ever the boy for a moment before offering to help him into some clothes, despite the fact that the boy was trying to cover himself with the bedsheets out of shame. He just wanted to hide himself from their roving eyes. "Master.. He is shaking... Perhaps this is a bit too much for him?"
"Oi, are you not listening to Master either now?" The smart-mouthed servant moved over and pulled the other away a bit, crawling on top of the bed and shoving the boy down. Now that he was at least mostly dressed, it was easy enough to rip his shirt open and place kisses down the boy's chest. Small whimpers came from him as the other servant just looked away. "The goal here is to get you nice and warmed up, right?"
"I doubt that he meant for you to put your filthy paws all over the new one though..." The other servant muttered, moving over to stoke the fireplace a bit. Of course it was just meant to be towards himself really.
"So... What are Master's preferences then, hmm...? What should we do to you...?" The obviously more outgoing servant went about toying with the boy beneath him, who very obviously wanted no part of it, but eventually he did give up and lightly panted beneath the slave. "Is this enough Master? Is he yet to your tastes?"
Xeres was silent as he watched his servant work with the boy, his arms crossed as he observed the boy struggling but eventually giving in. He scanned his eyes over both of their forms before he slowly approached and slid a hand down his servant's back slowly before he grabbed him firmly, soon withdrawing his hand as he placed a knee on the edge of the bed. "Hmm... I think someone could be begging for more I believe..." He purred out, smirking as he moved a hand to slide it along the boy's chest. How smooth~
Without warning, he leaned over and bit his servant on the neck, his hands going up to push the servant down and to the side of the boy as he leaned over the both of them. The taste of his servant's blood rolled past his tongue and down his throat, filling him with energy the more he took from his servant. It was as if he had been dying of thirst, starved of hunger. He drank and drank from the neck of the more outgoing servant, only pausing to breathe before he tore in once more. He knew he was beginning to make a mess of blood, but in his current bloodthirsty state he just didn't care. Who knew he needed such blood, then again it had been about three days since he had anything...and gods was it wonderful.
Post by Dmitri Sarkova on Dec 22, 2017 3:04:28 GMT
I have spent too many late nights Thinking a hole in the earth, 'Till the sky is on fire. And my head still won't die. 'Cause I just feel so tired, Like I need something to come alive. And I've got way too many routes to take to make this all just go away ⚔
Of course the servant didn't mind such treatment, making happy little noise as he writhed beneath his master. The boy on the other hand was entirely freaked out and began trying his best to get away. With the other male distracted, maybe it would be easy? But it wasn't. Whatever the hell he was... This was not easy. "P-please! Please l-let me g-go! I.. I don't want to die!"
The other servant eventually moved over upon hearing those words, taking in the situation before him and kneeling at the beside, taking the boy's hand in his own. "Even if you wanted to, it is not possible here. Not for most of us anyways. Though... You do smell like the mortals that they bring in..." he pondered that for a moment, but not too long before crawling into bed beside them and offering his own neck to give the other a break from it, assuming their master hadn't decided to just kill him anyways.
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