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A Blood Oath Till The End [Closed]
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Consumed
Currently Being Devoured By RPs
Dante Domenico
Mood: Bored | With: Nobody | Location: Hell
"Dante."
"....Dante...."
".....Dante....."
The sounds of hell seemed whisper his name no matter which depth he found himself located on. When the whispers would fade, all that would be left was the sound of the mourning lost souls who cried out for someone to take pity on their distraught lives. Yet, when they spent centuries weeping all they achieved to do was hunger Dante. Speak of the devil. His stomach grumbled loudly, thousand of beasts growling from deep inside. As always, the mere humans froze- paralyzed in fear- as he lusted over the thought of devouring a soul. Like most demons, he wore huge black boots that were used to stomp over anyone's hope. These people had their chances, and they wasted their life away. If the humans were looking for redemption, then they were out of luck.
"Stop whining!" A raspy voice called out from somewhere in the darkness. The tone was rough enough to send chills down anyone's spine. Sure enough, all the souls instantly silenced in fear for their already nonexistent lives. Dante couldn't understand humans or why they were so willingly vulnerable. Frankly, shame should have been written across all of their faces. The only thing they were doing was being hindrances. Hooligans. To think they were in hope of mercy. They got what they deserved.
The demon leaned back on his throne of bones. His lips were pressed together tightly, awaiting his next summoning. Almost on cue, the ground below him started to shake. In anticipation, his stomach growled. Was someone trying to get his attention? Dante pulled himself off of his chair, putting two feet on the ground - not taking notice of two spines he had just stepped on cracked beneath him. Infront of him, a little rift began to appear.
Yes. Yes. Yes. He could already taste the savory soul on his tongue. Licking his lips, the demonic entity stuck one hand into the rift. With the flicker of his wrist, he made sure that any lights from the human world were blown out. Using his free hand, the demon stretched open the hole so that it was wide enough for him to step in through.
Sweet human. Do you dare to call among this demon? Do you dare to bond your soul to me in return for a flimsy servant? He could barely hold back a dark chuckle. The web was something delicate. All demons referred to their summoners as the 'flies' who became entangled with their web. And nobody ever escaped that web.
Now was the fun part. Dante was finally going to be able to see if he was summoned as a result of some 'Halloween prank', or if the man who called upon him was intending to do so. If it was mockery, the demon would make sure that he would devour his soul quicker than anything else.
Once the rift was widened enough, the demon slowly stepped into it. He took his good old time, wanting to add friction to the suspense. "You called?" The demon asked, opening his red eyes so that it illuminated the dark room. "So I came." He addressed promptly, trying to see who had summoned him.
Once his eyes adjusted to the human world, he narrowed down on one figure. Yet once he established his view of the man, it became apparent that indeed - this summoner was not a man. "Oh god." He mumbled under his breath, for once being taken aback by the gender.
@Lucyfer
Lucyfer
Said you'd die for me, well -- there's the ground
There were many things that Mina Starling had been taught, not to use, but to recognize. “If you ever see these things,” her father had always began, “destroy it immediately. Act quickly.”
“If you ever hear these words.”
“If….”
It was never said, “If you have no other options,” but it was heavily implied. When Mina looked at the dead, when she looked at the burnt, she understood she had two options. The first, the obvious, was to break down and cry. Before that moment, Mina had never taken a life. Her hand shook with the blood on them, and her legs flinched as the charred bits of her once-white and blue dress touched them. Her hair was a mess with a branch or two left in it from when she’d been taken.
The other option, the less obvious option, was to move forward and find answers. Those who could have answered her here, were now dead, but they were working for someone. Mina had no doubts about that. She was a Lady, after all, and she could recognize minions when they were in front of her eyes.
It would not be as simple as walking through the door. If she walked through that door, she would be without a hope. The Guilds were falling. She could not count on them, as they did not protect the other families. No, if she wanted to walk out that door, she was going to need something else, something the Guilds would struggle to deal with.
There was a reason her father told her to act fast if she ever saw the symbols she was creating on the floor. If she ever saw the broken mirror. If she ever saw a soul rise from a body, bidden by words, and then destroy itself to create the bridge between Earth and Hell.
Anyone who summoned a demon did not do so lightly; the destruction of a soul had to be a sin that Heaven frowned upon. How people managed to do it by mistake, Mina would never know. Likely, they used animals. A human soul, though…that ought to entice a demon worthy of her own attentions.
Just as the bridge opened, and the mirror shards reflected the passage and made it brighter, a wind blew through. It carried the scent of sulfur and myrrh, the most curious mixture of musky scents. Every candle went out. Every fire went out. The moon must have even been overshadowed by clouds in that moment, for Mina’s green eyes could see nothing before her. Yet, she did not shake or tremble with fear. She clasped her hands in front of herself, and she waited.
She listened.
A voice called to her, a question, and she smiled in the darkness. It turned into a smirk with the declaration of ‘Oh god’, “Yes?” a playful, rhetorical, question. As if she were ‘god’. To this demon, she would be, until the end of the contract. Her word would be law, as sure as god’s was law.
“I did call you,” she decided to confirm, “I want to make a contract with you, demon.”
“If you ever hear these words.”
“If….”
It was never said, “If you have no other options,” but it was heavily implied. When Mina looked at the dead, when she looked at the burnt, she understood she had two options. The first, the obvious, was to break down and cry. Before that moment, Mina had never taken a life. Her hand shook with the blood on them, and her legs flinched as the charred bits of her once-white and blue dress touched them. Her hair was a mess with a branch or two left in it from when she’d been taken.
The other option, the less obvious option, was to move forward and find answers. Those who could have answered her here, were now dead, but they were working for someone. Mina had no doubts about that. She was a Lady, after all, and she could recognize minions when they were in front of her eyes.
It would not be as simple as walking through the door. If she walked through that door, she would be without a hope. The Guilds were falling. She could not count on them, as they did not protect the other families. No, if she wanted to walk out that door, she was going to need something else, something the Guilds would struggle to deal with.
There was a reason her father told her to act fast if she ever saw the symbols she was creating on the floor. If she ever saw the broken mirror. If she ever saw a soul rise from a body, bidden by words, and then destroy itself to create the bridge between Earth and Hell.
Anyone who summoned a demon did not do so lightly; the destruction of a soul had to be a sin that Heaven frowned upon. How people managed to do it by mistake, Mina would never know. Likely, they used animals. A human soul, though…that ought to entice a demon worthy of her own attentions.
Just as the bridge opened, and the mirror shards reflected the passage and made it brighter, a wind blew through. It carried the scent of sulfur and myrrh, the most curious mixture of musky scents. Every candle went out. Every fire went out. The moon must have even been overshadowed by clouds in that moment, for Mina’s green eyes could see nothing before her. Yet, she did not shake or tremble with fear. She clasped her hands in front of herself, and she waited.
She listened.
A voice called to her, a question, and she smiled in the darkness. It turned into a smirk with the declaration of ‘Oh god’, “Yes?” a playful, rhetorical, question. As if she were ‘god’. To this demon, she would be, until the end of the contract. Her word would be law, as sure as god’s was law.
“I did call you,” she decided to confirm, “I want to make a contract with you, demon.”
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