A small fight that said “Fight!” was being waved around by the entity. Seeing the utter rage being displayed only prompted it whispering that said “fight, fight, fight.” over and over again.
Was it not a good idea to encourage someone he knew into fighting? most definitely. Would he still keep doing it? Very much so.
How much LORE is just jam packed into your muses honestly. Sometimes it overwhelms me with all the information there is, but at the same time I love it and it's very compelling stuff! I could sit here and just let you ramble at me about your muses because they're just that damn interesting.
it means a lot when people enjoy the life I d out into my muses. I will admit I need to one day focus and summarize the major lore bits. As years of having these muses has caused a gradual build up of information. I appreciate that you let me ramble about them ^^
Despite having released his body long ago, the mental cravings for intimacy still linger. Cybel is more of a switch when it comes to sex, though most times prefers someone else take the lead during the intimacy. Craving a need to have someone else in control.
Dolor:
Dolor loves leaving scars on her partners. as she enjoys sinking her teeth or claws into someone when enjoying another’s body. While she isn’t against bottoming, she is very much a top and enjoys wrapping the chains in her flesh around someone. As Dolor enjoys a bit of bondage with her fun
There were bodies strung up like how one collects bugs, various ages, different heights, different genders. but the loss of limbs or the addition of too many limbs caused each one to end up stuck to a wall.
“Isn’t it fascinating that when you prod at biology too much, the twitching stops? I suppose its not unlike humans on earth that prod at a frog on a dissection table. Water is a scarce thing, and yet the wrong gland or limb and suddenly your bodies reject it.” The one speaking had their back turned to Roberto, starting to stab at a body on a table at pure rage and frustation.
“Your weakness to be changed frustrates me. Your kind is biologically disappointing.”
To the untrained eye, one would not notice that one of the shadows seemed to suddenly droop down as if like a large droplet of darkness. The sounds of the movie would drown out the sounds the shadow was making, that being the sounds of bones snapping and flesh twisted and hardening with the joints.
A figure in time would stand about seven feet tall, a hat placed onto the head as two red lenses from the figure’s bird mask would reveal any form of reflection. The entity had no reason to stop what was happening, as he simply came to observe the situation and feed off the pain…the misery. If the figure was smiling under the mask, it would no doubt be a grin of enjoyment.
Like a vulture waiting for death to deliver it a meal, they chose to find anything that would be perfect to take a seat. The thoughts of wanting the incubus to die was felt around like a malevolent whisper, claws touching the tips of the digits as the lenses would simply give reflection of the event by staring forward.
It had been some time since Dolor had been in hell. Her personal thoughts on it were that there were many things lacking, as none of what she craved could be found. So like any good host, she chose to begin creating the sort of parties she is used to doing.
There was only one snag to the plan, and that was a constant supply of certain items. An advert had been sent out as Dolor needed to speak to those that would show up personally. Several had entered to talk to her, and most were turned away. The building itself that Dolor was in would be rundown in appearance, as bits of rust could be seen on bits of the outside. The one odd thing were the sights of barbed wire coiled around the windows at the front, as if they were like plant vines wrapping around it.
Once inside, the only sign of it being used were red lights that illuminated the hallways. A single door was closed, and opening it revealed a desk with two chairs. Dolor herself sitting in one and another that was meant for those that were to arrive for the interview. Dolor sat unarmored, appearing to those that saw her in leather that seemed close to leech skin. The only thing that could be seen was a single opening in the head area, revealing her mouth.
“Take a seat.” Would be all Dolor would say the moment the door would open for whoever was next in line for the interview.
Beelza had a feeling something was...off for about a few minutes. Whoever had just shown up at her party had a rank vibe and it was impossible to ignore. She decided it was just something she would have to deal with herself.
She flew across the room, hoping to get closer to the source of such a bad vibe. The princess didn't have to look for long until she spotted a group of partygoers giving a dark, feminine figure a wide berth near the lounge area.
Gotcha.
"Heyyy! Having a good time?" She greeted, casually landing right in front of Dolor. "'Cause somethin' sure tells me you're not from around here."
To simply say that Dolor gave off a rank vibe would be a grand understatement. She had been to many parties and hosted many more, though the kind she hosted were not for the faint or heart…or of those that feared to die in anymore that wasn’t peaceful.
When she arrived to the party, her entire body was covered in leather. The only area not covered was her mouth that showed the sharp teeth. If one got a good enough look, one would find it that something or someone with skin similar to leeches was skinned to make it. Just as the host of the party landed in front of her, she was downing a shot of some alcohol that was served to her.
The greeting was met with a grin, showing that the teeth was sharp enough to tear into meat like a hot knife through butter. As there was no sign that anything other than meat were meant to be eaten with such teeth. The glass was put down when upon Dolor hearing the mention of being being from around here.
“I’m simply visiting. I enjoy parties, and I must say that the company look truly appetizing for the kind of needs I have when I start to party.” There was a morbid chuckle as certain thoughts swam in her mind. A bow made to show some respect. “The party is fine. You host quite the gathering.”
C O N S I D E R I N G the rough and rugged terrain that was Wrath, it wasn’t exactly known to be a vacation spot unless you could handle the heat and savage beasts. Despite the cons there were some pros like for the fact a great majority of Hell’s food supply came from Wrath itself.
S A T A N, according to some of the other Sins, wasn’t known to be much of a talker. They preferred to mostly keep their comments to themselves unless they felt a need to speak which wasn’t all that often. They also didn’t have a tendency to fly off the handle like most would think when thinking of Wrath. That wasn’t to say that they couldn’t get angry yet it was only under certain circumstances that their rage would get the best of them.
H E A R I N G word of a strange anomaly entering their ring, of course Satan didn’t hesitate to check it out. What they came across wasn’t something they were quite expecting and it was enough to make them slightly annoyed, especially when they could detect a certain scent that belonged to none other than Mammon. That alone was enough for the behemoth to drop down rather abruptly from the sky and draw out one of their blades, pointing it towards the odd automation.
“Y O Ureek of fuckin’ Mammon. Don’t tell meh you belong to him,” Their eyes narrow, “If this is sum convoluted scheme of his to fuckin’ piss me off, I won’t hesitate to cut off yer head.”
Information was as precious as currency to those that know what to do with it. To an automaton like Cybel, a lack of information would be the difference between staying online and ending up as someone’s salvage. How he ended up in Mammon’s care was luck, though a risk of such a nature must never happen again. To this end, information about hell was required in what data that could be harvested.
The data was trivial in what could be filtered through, events, names, locations. Nothing of value for the first few hours of roaming what he saw as simple information. Until certain names would repeat, patterns would be located to further understand these names…or in this case…just one name in particular. If Cybel could blink, he would have at the mention of there being rings in hell.
With logical thinking, it was deduced that hell must be a layered plane or at least one that had divided sections to itself. The name Satan however, that was the peak of curious thinking in the searching. Despite being told not to go there when asked about the ring, Cybel chose to do so again.
Thus would lead to the current situation. Machine optical lenses looking at the blade and its owner. The concept that Mammon owned him was met with a mechanical ‘tst’ as a reply, before Cybel began to reply properly.
“Mammon make have tinkered with my chassis. But I don’t belong to him, and this is not something he knows about…think of this as a solo expedition. As you come up a lot in hell’s data. I wish to simply discuss and share…information.”
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A small fight that said “Fight!” was being waved around by the entity. Seeing the utter rage being displayed only prompted it whispering that said “fight, fight, fight.” over and over again.
Was it not a good idea to encourage someone he knew into fighting? most definitely. Would he still keep doing it? Very much so.