HELL OF A HANGOVER PT. 2

[ringleaders]

Who: The people who were captured or turned.
When: Very early Day 66 to Day 67
Where: Vampire Hell
What: Those that were captured by the vampires are brought back to one of their demonic home dimensions to be imprisoned or integrated into the pack. People can start moving over here as they resolve their threads at the masquerade.
Warnings: Horrible BS, most likely. Violence, sexuality, torture, etc.

GOING TO HELL↴ You don't get to see what the outside of the fortress looks like, since when you were brought here, it was either by portal or by a ritual summoning ring set up by the vampires. However, the realm is easy to get the gist of - it's about classically hell dimension as you can imagine. Lava runs throughout the fortress like water in Venice, and the architecture is smooth black and grey stone that puts a significant effort into looking imposing. Skulls, demons, suggestive nudity - it's all carved straight into the pillars, or provided via ornate tapestry. It's hot, too, though not as hot as it should realistically be while standing at the edge of a lava pool. Prisoners and freshly turned vampires will end up separated - those that have been captured will be chained in iron and locked within a great stone cell within the center of a ring of lava (as pictured above), with only narrow bridges leading across it. Those that have been turned will be unceremoniously thrown into the living areas of the other neonate vampires - which turns out to be a cavernous pit of almost-rooms where a vast quantity of newly turned vampires have been left to sort themselves out. ► IMPRISONED: The supervisors (or other captives that have made themselves exceptions) will be bound with iron and left in a large cell kept separate from the rest of the prison. At first, they'll all be locked in there together - spread around the walls of the dungeon to be kept apart from each other, but able to communicate across the gap. As time goes on, they may be pulled away for "special treatment" - whatever cruel fate the vampires end up having in mind for them, whether that be interrogation, brainwashing, or simply aimless torment. Sometimes they'll be brought back, and other times they won't. How exactly they are bound is up to you, but at the very least each prisoner should have either a collar or shackles of iron, which will rob veteran characters of most of their powers. It will be extremely uncomfortable, too. ► FORSAKEN: The newly turned vampires will be introduced to their "hazing" almost immediately - that is, they'll be mixed in with the other neonates, apparently collected from at least three different words. Most of them appear human, however, so the looks of the new arrivals may set them apart - potential in ways that may cause them difficulties. These young vampires have been dumped into a series of caverns and left to live with each other, with animals or human victims occasionally tossed in for them to feed. There is not enough blood to go around, ultimately, and the human victims are highly preferred over the animals - these means there is constant and violent competition over who gets to feed. The ideal is for the neonates to thin their own ranks, allowing the strongest and most canny to survive long enough to be accepted into the rest of the clan. You'll want to stick together - after all, vampires can feed off of each other, as well. ► MORNINGSTAR: Apparently the demon in charge of this all is a creature that calls herself "Morningstar." You won't see her long if you see her at all - the only sight of her you see is a form within a black cultist's robe, with their face concealed in shadow. Beyond her, you can continue using adult or neonates vampire NPCS to torment your characters, or ask the mods for the presence of an elder, if needed. Whatever scheme is going on here, it's clear you're just another pawn.

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[onlyabackup]

[She doesn't react at all to the kiss. She doesn't expect it, but she also isn't sure what he's trying to accomplish with it. Was he trying to bribe her with his body? She wasn't interested in that, not from him at least. She looks at her empty hand, the one that had been holding his just a moment ago, and for a moment she is silent. This wasn't going how she'd wanted it to, not at all.

She leans forward, invading his personal space, moving as though she's about to kiss his neck. Instead she inhales deeply, her other hand coming up to hold his chin in place.]

You smell just like him, you know. One of the neonates we took from that place.

[She murmurs, her voice is soft in Joker's ear.]

Was he your family?

[pipers_son]

[Good news: he got his hand back. And, frankly, considering he wasn't expecting that to work at all, it's nothing short of miraculous.]

[The bad news is that he can't read her, and she's suddenly pressing into his space. In his ears, he can hear his own heartbeat, louder than any drum, and he's more than aware that he's holding his breath. He knows this. He's seen it happen before. Is this it, then? Has he finally outlived whatever amusement or usefulness was here for him?]

[In a way, he never thought he'd live long. He just never thought it would end like this.... although hell. Why not this out of anything else? His only regrets are...]

[For a second, he doesn't quite here her- or, rather, her words don't hit immediately. Just like- no, no, he told him to leave, he- ]

[His fingers reach up to fist into her shirt, shaking from the force of emotions rattling through him.]

Where is he?

[For years, his voice has always been carefully controlled. Even when it hasn't seemed as such, Joker has placed a filter on the things which have come out of his mouth. There are dark things in him, he knows. He's a sinner, a monster, a no good streetrat who dragged himself out of the gutters by floating up by the blood of innocent people. Innocent kids. There's no true place for people like him, not in anywhere that isn't Hell itself, so he's always had to hide that part of himself.]

[But not because he wants to live. Once upon a time, he might have had that dream, of being over the hill and far away into a place that was better for some poor fucked up kids who couldn't manage on their own. That's not for him anymore. Not with the things he's done.]

[It's all for his family. It's all always and ever been for his family. For Doll, who deserves to be somewhere loved and clean, where she could wear white dresses that wouldn't be dirtied by sins. For Beast, who's always wanted better for all of them but didn't know she deserved better than some whore's son. For Dagger, and Jumbo, and Peter and Wendy and- ]

[Snake. Him too. Even if he wouldn't know it himself.]

[So he's hidden that part of himself behind all sorts of things, playful and cheery and reassuring, and maybe that's a true part of who he is.... But he thinks more that it's because people like that have an easier way of things in the world, and he still needs to exist if only to get his family somewhere they could be free and happy- a place far away from the cold dark place that was England.]

[No more hiding. Not anymore.]

[Two years worth- no. More than that. Over a decade's worth of venom, built up and thick as oil, coats his words as he digs his fingers into her shirt, and his pupils are violent slashes of black, thin as a knife's edge.]

[He doesn't care about his own life- it's a sham at this point. But to touch his family, the only reason he's ever kept living-!]

[onlyabackup]

[Oh yes. Now this is exactly what she wanted. She smiles, happy at seeing him finally crack. The smile sticks to her face, even as she grabs her iron knife from her belt and stabs it into his thigh.]

Please don't touch me, I'd rather not have your filth all over my clothes.

[If he doesn't release her at the stab, she'll knock his hand away. She pulls her knife from his limb, slowly, as she leans back away from him.]

Even if I tell you where he is, you can't do anything to help him.

[pipers_son]

[For a second, the pain is somehow so sudden that it doesn't reach his brain, and the next thing he knows he's crumpling from the sting of iron while his hand is batted away- although not with no damage, wooden fingers trying to tear through cloth.]

Whoresblood-!

[Perhaps too apt, considering his mother's job and the things he's done, but Joker doesn't really think on that as he presses his hand down against it and glowers up at her with wings quivering and tense.]

[onlyabackup]

[Her smile only widens as he glowers at her. That face, that was exactly the expression she was looking for.]

Oh you are handsome.

[She leans in close, lifting his chin with her hand. Their lips are close.]

Don't hold back. Let me hear how you're feeling.

[pipers_son]

[His lips curl over his teeth, baring them, and he feels so full of malice he could grow fangs all on his own, no help from the Ringmaster needed.]

How I'm feelin'-

[And he suddenly tries to drive the wooden points of his fingers- only barely not claw, all twisted hard wood- into what he's hoping is softer skin at the junction of her throat and jaw. He knows from experience that skin is softer there in humans. Hopefully vampires are very much the same.]

[This should be enough of an answer for how he's feeling.]