There are myriad of reasons to call up the hosts of hell, but all of them come with a cost. Are you willing to pay their toll?
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PROMPTS WHY 1. For power: Imagine what you could achieve with the forces of darkness behind you. 2. For a life: Someone you love needs more time. You're willing to give up some of your own. 3. For vengeance: While you can never strike back at those who've harmed you, you know there are beings that can settle scores. 4. For chaos: Some men just want to see the world burn. 5. For companionship: Don't judge. The world gets lonely when you need a friend...or more. 6. For sex: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 7. For no intent of your own: The accident. You knew you shouldn't have opened that book bound with human flesh. Now your weekend's ruined. 8. Wildcard
WHAT YOU'LL GIVE UP 1. Your soul: At least you'll get to keep it for ten more years or so. Besides, in this economy, it wasn't doing much anyway. 2. Your service: Demonic side gigs! 3. Your heart: You'll never love another. 4. Your body: In the gore way or the sexy way. 5. Your sanity: Do you want to end up at an insane asylum eating flies? Because this is how you end up at an insane asylum eating flies. 6. Your innocence: Interpret this as you will. Maybe murder? Maybe not? Maybe...something else! 7. Wildcard
[urban fantasy time!! Rico is a demon wearing a pretty person suit :) he made a deal with the previous owner of this face for it, but I'm sure this one will work out better ;)
Will hurt people on your behalf for money, and then stick around for no reason. Weirdly into doing fun human stuff like getting shitfaced and clubbing. That definitely doesn't mean that he's harmless, though. Sometimes he'll hang around for laughs, but he could also completely ruin your life for kicks.]
[ soooo, i was thinking that it could be absolutely hilarious to have this modern princess (or scion of some hugely rich/influental/governmental figure) to have a demon summoned to eradicate a fiance that she neither wanted nor consented to having, after exhausting all of her other options to eradicate the arrangement, and then got stuck with him because reasons (no bad deed goes unpunished, etc.) more than willing to hash out deets and discuss if you like! ]
[Sounds good! And if you like, we could go with a medieval setting instead of modern - I think it could be fun to give medieval fantasy a whirl, if you don't mind me not being super familiar with historical accuracy of the era, etc :)]
[ ooh, either works for me! if you wanna go with 'ye olde dank castles' and the like, i'm totally down, haha! and pls, no worries about minute details; i tend to gloss over those things myself <3 i can throw up a starter if all that works; are you good with prosing? (mobile tagging is muuuuch easier that way god) ]
The ritual was nearly complete. The old witch's shrieking was barely heard over the scream of the wind and the accompanying rolls of thunder and lightning strikes, but the tall cloaked figure behind the crone never wavered. She'd paid her weight in gold for this and she expected results.
She'd been very specific when citing her demands to the hag just a few short days ago and hadn't blinked an eyelash at the price. Tangible or otherwise. As far as "selling her soul", the Princess of Carhaise hadn't turned a hair - she reasoned that if she had to spend an eternity as one of the damned then she might as well live this mortal life as she bloody well wished.
She needed to kill a man. A very specific man. A king, monarch of a country far from her own. An arrangement brokered by her bastard father, selling his only daughter and heir for gold, land, power, and sniveling brats to name as heirs. And try as she had, she'd been unable to wiggle out of this malevolent betrothal; entreaties, alternative offers, assassins, they'd all been unsuccessful.
Thus leading her here.
The storm reached its peak, wind, thunder, and lightning, but curiously enough no rain, and the gnarled witch screamed a final word of power, calling down a bolt of lightning to strike in the very center of the large symbol she'd carved upon the earth, using the Princess's own blood, powerful binding agent that it was.
Lightning strikes, and the earth itself splits apart in its wake. Something crawls out of the crack in the blackened earth - A slick, glossy sheen only seen in the blackest of night, indecipherable and oily in the mind. And suddenly at a point between one blink and the next, it coalesced into a man.
Just a man who loves a dramatic entrance, smiling and broad-shouldered. Ordinary, if handsome and proudly at that; a body that looks lived-in, with callouses on his hands and uneven stubble on his jaw. Wearing fine black clothing more plain than ornate, still fit for a prince. But as real of a person he looks, not a single hair on his head moves in the wind. He - or it - speaks with an impossibly deep voice that sounds like the rumble of a landslide, amusement curling at its edges like the smoke from a wildfire.
"No need to stand around on ceremony just for me." His gaze flicks over to the tall cloaked figure, and the smile only widens. "What are we all standing around in the cold for tonight?"
Cold green eyes gazed at the apparition that materialized from the depths of the earth, nonplussed at the creature's antics. Beneath the hood, a dark brow arched at the rather offhand remark, the casual nonchalance displayed by this field from the pit.
Curious.
Ignoring the grumbling witch, the princess swept past the old crone and approached the newcomer, pushing back the cloak's hood to reveal deep red hair and pure pale skin. She was tall for a woman, and elegantly regal, as her upbringing had demanded. Gowned in simple green velvet, she'd left behind the jewels and trappings that shouted her station, not needing mere baubles to define her heritage.
Curious, indeed. Strangely course in the way that he talks despite his appearance, with little regard for the social rules that govern the lives of the royal. Baubles don't define the heritage of the woman standing before him - the way she holds herself screams it out loud for her instead. Steel in her spine like a sword, and plenty of courage underneath that elegant velvet. The demon's smile twists sharp enough to cut when she meets his gaze, pleased.
"Doesn't everyone?" It's more than a little mocking. "Many know me as nothing more than dread. But you..."
He sweeps down into a bow, with a flourish. Functionally performed as a gesture that doesn't mean anything at all to him, let alone subservience. "You can call me Rico. "
The creature's antics were amusing, if nothing else, and the Princess's lips briefly crimped. The courtly bow garnered another lofted eyebrow; she wasn't fooled. But, manners, at least for now.
She gave a small incline of her head, saying, "I am Guinevere, Princess of Carhaise. And I have summoned you for a very specific purpose. Rico." Truly, an exotic-sounding name. "Come," she gestured slightly. "As you say, there's little reason standing about in the cold. I have warmer quarters not far."
A small suite in a hostel on the edge of the village, where she paid a monthly sum for discretion, privacy, and invisibility. "Shall we?"
[You have a demon's attention at psspsspss at the very least! All you need is an old abandoned run-down church where it has shown signs of having suffered a fire by arson in its long history. Just be mindful of pest infestation hidden in the walls and floors. Some rituals and incantations, arcane symbols of a dark kind drawn on the floor, and success! A demon is summoned at the witching hour.
He's a very tall gentledemon wearing a pair of spectacles, appearing handsome with long-silver hair, curled horns on the side of his head, raven wings, and the scent of sulphur, hellfire, and a dash of spicy cinnamon. Clutching in his hands is a thick tome containing knowledge of the forbidden darkest arts]
Greetings Sister. [He makes a bow] You have summoned me. I am Abel at your service. What's the occasion for this summoning?
[ Pests and arson? Yes, that sounds like a familiar setting. The Ministry grounds are littered with little chapel spaces that didn't quite fit the final image, all but burned to a husk - and Dark Lord knows there are enough pests around by design and in so many forms!
The old woman nods her head, not really a bow but still a deferential acknowledgement. ] Thank you, Abel. [ It's important to note that there's no circle confining him. She's never believed in the subjugation of her demons. They either come or they do not, she's not here to keep them unless they want to be so. ]
Rumour amongst my Ghouls has it that you know your way around Catholicism. We'd love to get a foot in that door, so to speak, and guidance...? Assistance? [ She waves her hand, a vague gesture to indicate whatever the right word or amount of input would be appropriate. ] Would be much appreciated.
[The ruination of the church is but a faded memory of the past having long served it's purpose. The circle wasn't necessary as Abel couldn't stay on the Earth plane for long
He pulls up a chair for ease. Keeping her company is enough payment for the summoning]
Mmhm. Aha the Catholic church. Still a formidable organization up to this day despite their corruption, greed, and lies they kept hidden for centuries. Advice? One could set foot among their ranks is to give up being a wolf and return to the flock as a sheep. And I would think amassing an army to destroy them will draw too much unwanted attention that you humans call "social media".
Instead why not stand firm and true in your faith and trust in our father and one true Lord Satan? I can give you infernal hymns and tomes containing his infernal blessings to help you affirm your faith. In the end, having a place in the afterlife is an ambition that everyone should strive for and aspire to.
Oh, don't misunderstand me. [ She's choosing to pace rather than get comfortable, but she's always happy to allow her guests to do what they prefer. ] You won't find a single member of this congregation looking to regress like that. Just having thoughts, you know, about spreading the rot from within. After a certain point, you do have to try new tactics, you see.
[ That doesn't mean she's not interested in his counter-offer, even if it does come with the absurd suggestion that she's the one somehow in need of a boost in faith. Her laugh is dark, but she tries to keep it soft and polite. ] Oh, we do love hymns here - and would, of course, be thrilled to pay them forward. To those who might need them. I'd be happy to take a book or two off your hands, I do always love to add to my collection.
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Goro Akechi | Persona 5 franchise | ota - m/m for shipping
Jinx ☠️ Arcane
The Knight • Hollow Knight • OTA
Rico Dredd | Judge Dredd | ota
Will hurt people on your behalf for money, and then stick around for no reason. Weirdly into doing fun human stuff like getting shitfaced and clubbing. That definitely doesn't mean that he's harmless, though. Sometimes he'll hang around for laughs, but he could also completely ruin your life for kicks.]
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She'd been very specific when citing her demands to the hag just a few short days ago and hadn't blinked an eyelash at the price. Tangible or otherwise. As far as "selling her soul", the Princess of Carhaise hadn't turned a hair - she reasoned that if she had to spend an eternity as one of the damned then she might as well live this mortal life as she bloody well wished.
She needed to kill a man. A very specific man. A king, monarch of a country far from her own. An arrangement brokered by her bastard father, selling his only daughter and heir for gold, land, power, and sniveling brats to name as heirs. And try as she had, she'd been unable to wiggle out of this malevolent betrothal; entreaties, alternative offers, assassins, they'd all been unsuccessful.
Thus leading her here.
The storm reached its peak, wind, thunder, and lightning, but curiously enough no rain, and the gnarled witch screamed a final word of power, calling down a bolt of lightning to strike in the very center of the large symbol she'd carved upon the earth, using the Princess's own blood, powerful binding agent that it was.
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Just a man who loves a dramatic entrance, smiling and broad-shouldered. Ordinary, if handsome and proudly at that; a body that looks lived-in, with callouses on his hands and uneven stubble on his jaw. Wearing fine black clothing more plain than ornate, still fit for a prince. But as real of a person he looks, not a single hair on his head moves in the wind. He - or it - speaks with an impossibly deep voice that sounds like the rumble of a landslide, amusement curling at its edges like the smoke from a wildfire.
"No need to stand around on ceremony just for me." His gaze flicks over to the tall cloaked figure, and the smile only widens. "What are we all standing around in the cold for tonight?"
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Curious.
Ignoring the grumbling witch, the princess swept past the old crone and approached the newcomer, pushing back the cloak's hood to reveal deep red hair and pure pale skin. She was tall for a woman, and elegantly regal, as her upbringing had demanded. Gowned in simple green velvet, she'd left behind the jewels and trappings that shouted her station, not needing mere baubles to define her heritage.
She met the demon's gaze solidly, unafraid.
"Have you a name?"
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"Doesn't everyone?" It's more than a little mocking. "Many know me as nothing more than dread. But you..."
He sweeps down into a bow, with a flourish. Functionally performed as a gesture that doesn't mean anything at all to him, let alone subservience. "You can call me Rico. "
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She gave a small incline of her head, saying, "I am Guinevere, Princess of Carhaise. And I have summoned you for a very specific purpose. Rico." Truly, an exotic-sounding name. "Come," she gestured slightly. "As you say, there's little reason standing about in the cold. I have warmer quarters not far."
A small suite in a hostel on the edge of the village, where she paid a monthly sum for discretion, privacy, and invisibility. "Shall we?"
Louie Duck | Ducktales 2017
Nuwa | Shin Megami Tensei V
Maedhros | the silmarillion | ota
Sister Imperator, Prime Mover (1969) | Ghost
Abe no Seimei | OC (modern day onmyouji)
Kazuya Minegishi | Devil Survivor: Overclocked | ota
Luo Binghe | Scum Villain's Self-Saving System | ota
Sister Imperator | Ghost
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He's a very tall gentledemon wearing a pair of spectacles, appearing handsome with long-silver hair, curled horns on the side of his head, raven wings, and the scent of sulphur, hellfire, and a dash of spicy cinnamon. Clutching in his hands is a thick tome containing knowledge of the forbidden darkest arts]
Greetings Sister. [He makes a bow] You have summoned me. I am Abel at your service. What's the occasion for this summoning?
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The old woman nods her head, not really a bow but still a deferential acknowledgement. ] Thank you, Abel. [ It's important to note that there's no circle confining him. She's never believed in the subjugation of her demons. They either come or they do not, she's not here to keep them unless they want to be so. ]
Rumour amongst my Ghouls has it that you know your way around Catholicism. We'd love to get a foot in that door, so to speak, and guidance...? Assistance? [ She waves her hand, a vague gesture to indicate whatever the right word or amount of input would be appropriate. ] Would be much appreciated.
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He pulls up a chair for ease. Keeping her company is enough payment for the summoning]
Mmhm. Aha the Catholic church. Still a formidable organization up to this day despite their corruption, greed, and lies they kept hidden for centuries. Advice? One could set foot among their ranks is to give up being a wolf and return to the flock as a sheep. And I would think amassing an army to destroy them will draw too much unwanted attention that you humans call "social media".
Instead why not stand firm and true in your faith and trust in our father and one true Lord Satan? I can give you infernal hymns and tomes containing his infernal blessings to help you affirm your faith. In the end, having a place in the afterlife is an ambition that everyone should strive for and aspire to.
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[ That doesn't mean she's not interested in his counter-offer, even if it does come with the absurd suggestion that she's the one somehow in need of a boost in faith. Her laugh is dark, but she tries to keep it soft and polite. ] Oh, we do love hymns here - and would, of course, be thrilled to pay them forward. To those who might need them. I'd be happy to take a book or two off your hands, I do always love to add to my collection.
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