lostcarnival | HELL OF A HANGOVER PT. 2

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HELL OF A HANGOVER PT. 2

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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"Alright." She nods before smiling. She crouches down watching him at his eye level. "Maybe I'll choose one to match your temperament, after our session."

She reaches out, putting a hand on his face. Her touch is gentle, and her supernatural charm is on full blast. It would be hard for anyone to not want her touch now.

He's not expecting it, when it happens. There had been some of this earlier, when he'd been played with, but not to this intensity. It was a compulsion, easily categorized and compartmentalized, before. This, though... this is overwhelming, and he feels himself react in a way he's yet to experience in his few decades of life.

"Uh," he stutters, looking up at her in surprise. He knows what is happening here, but that somehow doesn't make it any easier to resist. He wants to pull away, but... at the same time... wouldn't it be so much easier to just let her do what she wants?

That thought should be enough to make him feel sick. His tail curls around his legs, uncertainly.

The surprise is noted and filed away. She drinks in his reaction as though his honest emotion can somehow sate her. His tail wraps around his legs and her eyes light up as her smile softens.

"There's no reason to be afraid. I don't want to hurt you." She does nothing to reign in the strength of her allure. Her hand on his chin slides upward, toward the curve of his jaw in a soft caress.

"N-News to me," he says, his voice still worn down and now stalling even more due to his unease at this reaction. His eyes meet hers, just for a moment, and then he looks away. No, this isn't happening. He's not doing this.

There's an audible clink to his chains as he shifts, trying to pull away, his eyes shut tight like he's trying to block her out.

She pulls her hand back, still smiling despite his clear discomfort.

"I mean it. I simply want to learn more about you." It was true enough. She'd never really seen an animated skeleton before, at least not one that wasn't under the command of someone else. She wanted him. He would make a fine pet. A peculiar oddity she could show off to others. His power was nothing to sneeze at either.

"That iron, must be hurting you quite a bit."

He keeps his eyes closed, and his head inclined towards the ground. He doesn't want any part of this. He doesn't want to play nice with these people.

"So what," he says in a small voice. It feels like there should have been something more clever that he could say, a joke he could brush this off with, but there isn't.

She's getting to him, she can tell, and it only makes her more excited about the possibility making him hers.

"I could remove it for you..." She murmurs, glancing over to him with her eyes half lidded. She watches him carefully for a reaction.

That would be extremely awesome, objectively speaking. The bones touched by the metal have turned a sickly blue, and are leaking beads of ectoplasm, like blood forced up through the skin. He feels like those bones could snap if there were so much as pushed too harshly.

He shivers.

"Then do it," he says, and that's it. He's not going to plead with her. this is all part of her game anyway.

She smiles, voice going quieter.

"You'll have to come closer."

He really just wants to ignore that. He hates knowing that he's being manipulated, but is still powerless to stop it. Yet... the ache and burn of the iron feels like it's killing him, and the idea of having that pain taken away is near euphoric.

It's a struggle, but he forces himself to sit up, slowly and with great labour. He looks at her skeptically, his wrists extended out behind his back as in invitation to make good on what she offered.

It makes no difference to him, right?

She comes forward herself, entering his space. He can feel the soft fabric of her dress against him. She reaches over his shoulders, as though to embrace him in a hug, her allure still going strong. Instead of embracing him, she fiddles with the lock on the back of his collar before undoing it, and pulling it off.

"There, that's better." she remarks softly, not doing anything to pull away from him after she's done.

The relief is palpable, like cold water over a burn. He can't say that he regrets cooperating, remembering what it feels like to not have iron biting into his neck. Maybe if she takes off the shackles, too, he'll even regain enough of his strength to teleport away? The thought occurs to him, more hopeful than he'd like to bet on. She can't be that foolish.

But she's still so close. He doesn't even know what to do with these feelings, even if he wanted to. Yet, at the same time, it's so easy to just stay where he is without resistance - soaking in the feeling without any need to act on anything in particular.

Subconsciously, he leans in towards her, getting just a little closer.

His bones are still dripping blue, clearly hurt, but the iron that cause the wound is gone. She drops the collar to the floor, wrapping her arms around him as he leans forward.

"There. That's better, isn't it?" Her voice is soft, almost a coo as she offers him comfort. Her hand rubs against the bumps of his spine, before moving to pull back.

He shivers, and you can hear his bones rattle when he does. This... went somewhere he wasn't expecting at all, and he doesn't know how to deal with it. He can't tell if it's good or bad, and the fact that he can't is one of the most damning things of all.

How could this not be better than being hurt, though? He actually likes it, doesn't he? He watches her with wide eyes as she pulls away, wishing for a maddening moment that she would come back.

"Sh-Shackles too?" he asks. It was supposed to be a joke, but it doesn't really come out that way. He's trying to stay focused on the theoretical goal, but...

Her smile softens, shifting into an expression of remorse. She looks down at the space between him, as though embarrassed about her inability to do as he's asked.

"I'm sorry. I can't. Not yet at least," she looks up at him now, looking just a bit hopeful. "Maybe soon though?"

It all depended on Sans really, and how he acted now that his collar had been undone. She reached a hand out towards him, placing it on his cheek again. Would he lean into this touch too?

He has a series of stupid thoughts about how he should just play along, and how if he kept this up he'd be able to trick her and get free. Play her game for long enough, and he could get free of these shackles too, and he'd be home free, right? Right.

Except, this is her game, not his, and part of him knows that. That part of him, still desperately hanging on, strikes him particularly strongly in that moment, and he flinches at her touch.

And then he jerks back, fear flashing through him.

He loves how scared he is, how hesitant he is to give into her. He wouldn't relax, he was fighting it. There was something so very admirable about that and in a way it was even satisfying. She liked the struggle, she liked watching the genuine fear flit across his face. She wondered for a moment how well he'd guessed her game. Did he know what she was doing? What she wanted from him? She's careful to look surprised as he pulls away from her, and to an extent she is, but secretly she's also pleased.

"What's wrong?" she asks, looking concerned, coming close to him again. She denies him personal space however she can. "Have I hurt you?"

Has she? Part of him is convinced than she has - that this whole thing is hurting him, and that she's about to hurt him far worse than any of the other vampires have so far. Yet he can't force it to make sense in his head.

"No..." he starts, quietly, almost ashamed for having given her the wrong impression - except, it was the impression he wanted to give, wasn't it? He wants her to stay away from him, but she won't. "You... You're just... You're messing with me... right?"

He tries to hold on to that thought, but his own uncertainty is clear. He makes the mistake of looking up to meet her eyes, his own filled with confusion and longing.

That confusion and longing are exactly what she's wanted to see, and as he meets her eyes she holds his gaze. She douses her words with honey, promising pleasure to him if only he obeys.

"Trust me. I won't hurt you, I only want to keep you safe."

Oh. He holds her gaze, as if locked to it with a fresh set of chains. Vague unease flutters in his ribcage, but he can't remember why this was a bad thing. Everyone else had been hurting him, and she's the first that actually wanted to help. Why would he turn her away?

He nods, slightly, taking in that offer and spiritually accepting it. He begins to relax, his shoulders dipping forward and putting him closer to her again. Why had he been afraid in the first place?

She's ecstatic as she see's him relax, knowing her words are having an effect on him. He believes her, thinks she has his best interests at heart.

"You want to be close to me. The closer we are the safer you'll be."

She keeps looking at him, but the power fades from her gaze, and the command fades from her words. She pulls back, her resting a bit away on the floor as she looks at him.

"Come here, Pet."

The lack of compulsion feels strange, and it catches him off guard for a moment. It's not that he doesn't have the same ideas planted in his head, but while she used her gaze it was so much easier to act on them, as if everything was pointing him in that direction even if he wanted to look the other way. There is a certain emptiness with that lack of direct suggestion, though, and it makes him feel lonely and worried.

He hesitates at first, trying to sort these feeling out in his head. She hasn't done anything to him. She wants to keep him safe. Why does it feel so much harder than a moment ago?

It's hard to move when his hands are chained behind him and he's still too weak to stand, but after spending a time searching her with an uncertain gaze, he slowly starts trying to make his way over to her. Once he's close, he settles back down onto the ground in front of her, bent over his knees in a posture of submission.

He looks up at her, and his tail thumps against the stone.

She sees his hesitation, and at first she wonders if she's pushed to far. She hadn't ordered him to obey her. She wanted him to want to obey her of his own accord, but still, without a command to follow was a direct order too much. She's pleased as he sets his uncertainty aside and moves closer to her. His tail hits the ground, and she can't be certain, but she thinks it must be a good sign.

She puts a hand on his shoulder, before leaning down to embrace him.

"Thank you for trusting me, Pet." And because of her allure her touch is still something that she knows he must desire.

His tail thumps a few more times as she embraces him, apparently an appropriate dog-like show of excitement. It feels like a sweet enough reward for having cooperated with here. There was no trick at the end - just more gentle touches and kind words.

He doesn't even notice that he's been given a new name, or the implications behind it. It doesn't matter does it?

He doesn't hesitate to lean into her this time, letting his head rest against her shoulder. He's never really been a hugging type - close contact made him uncomfortable, except for within some fairly specific circumstances. Intimacy like this, in particular, would have been so hard for him to achieve - there are so many emotional implications behind it, most of which he would have been reluctant to commit to.

But that doesn't matter here. It's kind of... nice.

The tail thumps must be good she decides, otherwise wouldn't he be pulling away? But he doesn't, he leans against her, rests his head on her shoulder. She's so pleased to have gained a new exotic pet to play with.

"Now if you stay with me and are sure to behave we may even be able to get those shackles off soon."

Edited 2017-03-10 06:24 (UTC)

HELL OF A HANGOVER PT. 2

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