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TEST DRIVE MEME #18
Arrival
You remember a dream.
Or maybe nightmare is more accurate.
It was full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. There's a voice that feels like it's coming from all around you at once. Contrasting with the nightmare unfolding around you, it's smooth as silk. It makes you want to listen with every bit of attention you can muster in the moment.
"Judgement has come upon you, but not to worry. It can still be undone."
The voice promises you redemption for your sins. It promises you a better life and everything you could ever want, if only you just stop struggling so much.
And so you do.
Everyone wakes up in the same room initially. The room is done up in red with a cushy bed, a window, an old TV in the corner on a desk, and a few Hieronymus Bosch paintings lining the wall. There's a bathroom to clean up in and any belongings will be sat around the room to be gathered later. There's a duffel bag provided for your convenience.
After feeling a sensation of falling or dropping onto the bed, characters wake up feeling like they've just slept for a week. Their body will feel heavy and stiff, and they'll have a massive headache at first.
They'll quickly notice the list of their sins written with their blood on a bedside table on an old piece of parchment. This will mean the list is tied to them and can't be changed or tampered with. They'll also receive their device to connect with others and the network. It won't be anything terribly fancy. As a matter of fact, it looks like a very old Blackberry type phone.
Once characters are ready to leave the room, they'll head down long, winding halls. They're dimly lit and have an ominous feeling. They may encounter fellow sinners or demonic staff that will direct the newcomer down to the lobby to get their actual room key to settle in. The staff may be pushy, or they may border on courteous. It really just depends on the mood of the staff at the time and how they're treated in return. Eventually, everyone comes to stairs that lead downward.
Once down to the lobby, you'll notice the front desk manned by a demon who looks bored out of its mind. To the side of him is the door to the kitchen, where guests may help themselves. To the right is a small duty free shop that seems to have a surprisingly normal, expected stock of items. Look around a bit further, there will be a tiny bar tucked in through a corner door. It seems pretty well-stocked and best of all, there's a demonic bartender who seems to know how to mix any drink you can imagine (and a few you can't). Of course there's some seating, bar games, and a jukebox tucked in the corner if you'd rather stay and socialize a bit. There's also a new addition of a karaoke machine.
Please note that all the songs on the jukebox are appropriately hell-themed. Hopefully Sympathy for the Devil is universally loved.
Stand Your Ground Rise and shine, dear guests! The weather outside is as frightful as it's ever been, oddly cold. Colder than it was even at this time last year, but it seems to match the mood of the staff. Another sinner uprising, another looming threat of outsiders wanting to wreck Hell, and the staff is understandably exhausted and down in the dumps. Still, they seem to be at least trying to spread the Halloween cheer with more decorations! Gaudy decorations are in every square inch of the hotel, along with some unique looking jack-o-lanterns that seem to watch you wherever you go!
There are even some absolutely cute little turnip ones from the old timer demons who insist it's the only way for it to be done!
Lucifer and Lilith are both curiously missing in action at this time. If asked, the staff will helpfully explain that there were poltergeists and then one of the sinners lost it and tried to take over Hell, again. They'll also complain at length about how absolutely ridiculous it is that anyone thinks they're capable of ruling this place over Lucifer himself. Feel free to try to escape the incoming rant! But either way, the big guy in Hell is apparently putting up more barriers to prevent things like this from happening in the future!
And to handle an outside threat called The Veiled Order apparently, but don't you worry about them! They're simply not important at the moment and absolutely not not planning a bit attack soon. Nope.
New arrivals (and old!) should enjoy the rather expansive breakfast the demons have made in the dining hall. There will be plenty of breakfast foods ranging from bacon to pancakes to donuts and anything in between to encourage indulgence. There's no need to hold back now, right? You're already dead! So eat up all that unhealthy food and maybe add something a little bit stronger to your coffee than just plain cream! No one is judging around here, especially when there's a few bottles of top shelf alcohol available next to the coffee station.
And if one thing isn't frowned upon in Hell, it's gluttony. No one will judge if you want a taste of human flesh or cute kitten out of curiosity or anything.
Staff will encourage guests to take it easy. Things have been rough lately, and they're only bound to get rougher!
Reach Up High
Prompt I: Jesus Wept WARNINGS: mutilation, blood, torture, extreme gore.
Somewhere from within the hotel is an ominous rumble behind a closed door. This time, it isn't from any wayward mages or ill-timed bombing attempts, but the unlocking of a previously forbidden room. There are eerie screams from within, followed by menacing laughter as the door swings open of its own accord. The room within is painted in nothing but darkness and a thick fog.
For those who would dare approach, they will be able to make out the outlines of chains hanging in wait from the ceiling, but most other details are obscured. There may be a brief flash of figures in the shadows, the stench of blood. This feels like a bad idea, but sinners are drawn forward anyway. There's something of a promise inside this room... something new and exciting, greater than anyone is capable of imagining!
You know what they say about curiosity and the cat, don't you?
Before common sense can win out, guests will find themselves pulled into the room and hear the gut-wrenching slam of the heavy door behind them. Once inside, guests will be able to make out the torn apart bodies on the ground, halved or nothing but splatters of guts and bone. Despite all logic, some will still be writhing and moaning still. Whether in pleasure or pain, it's difficult to tell
Look closer still and sinners may notice one has managed to scrawl with their bloody handprint:
There are no limits.
It may feel as if reading those words puts things into motion. Suddenly, one of the poor sinners will find the chains lashing out, hooks sinking in deep as they find their purchase on their bodies and pull. They will find themselves pulled into an almost gruesome mockery of a crucifixion pose. Arms drawn up, legs held in place. Clothes may be torn or shredded as their unmarked bodies are marred with the hooks. Flesh and muscle stretch under the strain. Fortunately, it doesn't go further.
Not yet.
"My dear guests, we haven't explored the depths to which pain can show our true selves in a while, have we? And with all the energy flowing around our little community, I had more than enough time to prepare this surprise for all of you. This is a room that had been locked off for a while now, and my children trapped within have found themselves rather bored lately," Lucifer's voice rings out within both ears of the sinners, eerily reassuring despite the hellscape in front of them.
"I want to show you the lengths Hell used to go to, the pain and pleasure mix of true torment. It's in suffering that we find our true selves. I do firmly believe that. We find out who we're meant to be, what we're meant to be, giving and receiving pain. Help one another and you will be set free!"
The fog dissipates enough to reveal a table nearby full of all sorts of horrifying instruments. Paddles, whips, some of them barbed in nauseating ways. There's wax to melt, knives. Needles to pierce flesh with. There are instruments that deliver enough electric current into the recipient to hurt and leave them writhing, gags for when their cries become too much.
"Next to your instruments, you will find a list of sins and wrongdoings your lovely captive has done in their lives, both here and back home. Read it and punish accordingly. Remember, there is freedom in humiliation as well as pain. Force them to see who they truly are inside. There's also redemption to be found in the punishment. You are delivering God's divine justice! You are God's hand! He will be so pleased..."
In the shadows, there are those same figures standing in wait, ready to manipulate the hooks.
"You will have no more than four attempts to carry out your punishment. Failure or refusal to do so will result in another hook driving into our poor bound soul here. After your four attempts, I am sorry to say they will be torn apart by my friends in the shadows with you, and you will have murder added to the list of sins tainting you. It would be such a needless shame to fail at this, wouldn't it? And who knows, perhaps you'll find you adore this path..."
There's a short laugh from Lucifer, as if he just made a brilliant joke. "Succeed in your punishment and you will both be released with one more sin removed from your list. Don't worry about any injuries... there are bandages and other aids available just outside. Now, my darlings, go have fun."
[As this is a Hellraiser based prompt, feel free to assume anything with a sadomasochistic bent to it can be found within the room. Attacking the demons controlling the chains will not stop them. They seem to be invulnerable to attacks and are only there to observe and add additional hooks when they deem fit. When a punishment is deemed worthy enough to release the hooked partner is left up to player discretion, but a character is only allowed to fail a punishment four times before they have to witness a horribly gory scene.]
Prompt II: Let's Play a Game WARNINGS: mutilation, blood, torture.
"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. These are words from my Father's own book, preaching the ever so present importance of putting one's own worth below that of his fellow man. So very poetic, yes? And heroic. Only the truly good would be so selfless. Fortunately, I'm not asking you to kill yourselves here. Not exactly, at least." Lucifer's voice rings out within the sinner's heads, warm and coaxing as it ever is.
"No, I am only asking that you practice the art of self-sacrifice with your fellow penitents. We're going to play a little bit of a game. You're all familiar with escape rooms, yes? Well, it's like that... don't worry, you'll figure it out soon enough."
Lucifer will explain the rules of each game to the guests very thoroughly and offer whatever reassurances he can. As promised, all sinners will be healed properly after completing their tasks, whether they succeed or not. Even those who find their insides unfortunately on the outside.
If guests turn on one another, they will additionally be punished with a sin from their list branded upon their skin somewhere and fail any sort of redemption offered this round.
Follow Me Down
Prompt I: Monster Mash WARNINGS: sex, drugs, alcohol, dub-con.
Hell is having a party and absolutely nothing can stop it. It seems like it may possibly be a days long event too, if the way things are going is anything to judge. There are tacky Halloween decorations spilling from the hotel out into the streets, trailing towards the club and other locations. Demons are partying everywhere, there's lively music. It's like a rather twisted Hell take on a block party. Beer and other refreshments flow freely, there's food and candy, and fires lit around the area for warmth (or s'mores, or whatever demons may want to cook over a fire!).
In the hotel lobby, there have been racks upon racks of costumes set up for people to choose from. These include all the usual things ranging from fictional characters, sexy versions of everything, lingerie, masquerade masks, and outfits for entirely anonymous adventures. If character won't don a costume willingly or are unfamiliar with Halloween, the demons have zero qualms forcing it in whatever ways work. Multiple costume changes throughout the partying, however, is allowed.
For party activities, there are live demonic bands playing at various points in Penance (and they welcome those who want to join in!), various party games such as bobbing for apples (although 'apple' here is used loosely. At times, they may be substituted with feet or human hearts or whatever is around), pin the wings on the angel, rounds of 7 Minutes in Heaven and spin the bottle, as well as pumpkin carving contests. There's also a stage set up if guests desire to show off their costumes (or take them off).
As usual, there's plenty of food and drink, including all the questionable ones like human flesh or blood. There may be a roasted Squonk or two available. There's also every drug available that someone could want, including Frenzy that's free of charge.
There's a round of trick or treating going on throughout Penance as well. Go to the club or bar, or any other establishment and you'll find demons ready to hand out their treats or tricks. It may be drugged candy, regular candy, small trinkets, or other useful objects. Tricks may be decidedly less fun, ranging from a swat with a cane, a cut with a knife (non-life threatening this time around!), or just cruel comments that seem to hit too far close to home while the demons around enjoy a hearty chuckle. Don't worry, it's all for fun!
In the bar, there's the jukebox playing some spooky new music, as well as karaoke. Bar games such as darts, pool, poker, etc. are also all available. It may include succubi trying to start a rousing round of strip poker, but that's just the risk you run in Hell!
Prompt II: Dig Your Fingers Into Flesh WARNINGS: sex, bdsm, pet play, human furniture, dubcon, noncon, drug use.
Club Penance seems to continuing the new gimmick! Themed nights. This night's theme is: Leather and Lace, Bring on the Mace. Guests who enter the adult oriented side of the club will notice the incubi and succubi who serve in it are clad in skimpy lace numbers or seductive leather. They may be seen sporting clamps or other toys, leather masks, etc. They will eagerly encourage all who enter to join in the fun and games.
On their trays, they offer drinks and drugs of all sorts. Shows are being put on on the stage as usual, the offer of sex demos with guest participation are still on the table.
As usual, these demons play under respectable rules, safe words and all. They will also gladly exit the stage and let guests entirely run the show. They're on their best behavior tonight, even if the natural aphrodisiacs they give off seem to be amped up
Guests who refused to dress up may also find their clothes randomly changing into something more appropriate or being forcibly changed by a demon who may be a bit too into the theme! Ah, well, no need to worry too much. There will be costumes and lingerie to slip on to go home in. There's absolutely nothing wrong with a walk of shame back to the hotel in nothing but a thong, they'll assure. It's just another night in Hell.
For those who are really adventurous, there are also special concoctions that the club offers. These include:
A special section of the club has been set back up to follow the theme! Within the area, there are pillory stocks and other restraints set up with demons and random club goers alike restrained and naked. Some of these will be stand-alone, some of these will be attached to beds, etc. A list of sins will be written on a blackboard sat near the sinner and a plethora of toys will be available. The selection will range from knives, candles, ice, impact toys, clamps, gags, etc. There will also be plugs, beads, dildos, and anything else one could want if they desire to add a little pleasure to the pain.
On the blackboards will contain a list of sins for characters and will typically be over the top and sex-based in nature, ranging from claims of promiscuity to selfishness in bed to specific taboo sex acts they enjoy. It can also include a few non-sexual ones, depending on the mood of the demon who wrote it. It may include other misdeeds done while in Penance. Expect it all to be humiliating or uncomfortable in some way or another.
For those who aren't into that, there's also a lovely display of human (or demon!) furniture to enjoy. Some of it may be familiar faces who are forced to maintain this position for however long others deem fit. Come sit on a face or two, or see if you can make someone fail at being a human statue. There may be a little pet play go on, a little denial play.
We won't talk about what it takes to be let into the rest room tonight...
For the dance oriented portion of the club, the theme is a little more lax. Instead of outright fetish wear, patrons may be offered revealing clubwear instead. Things that will look mesmerizing in the lights of the club ranging from neon colors to clothes that seem to flash on the dance floor. The music will be thrumming in the air, pumping down to your very bones as you dance the night away, and all patrons will feel good. It will feel as if they could actually dance all night if they so wanted, even without the aid of any drugs.
It will be an all night rave with all the party drugs and drinks one could want! Live music plays all night. The band also loves to receive requests, so knock yourself out! They seem to strangely know any song they're asked to play.
Knock yourself out, give up any care in the world and have fun. You're already in Hell, so don't you deserve to feel good for a while?
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Or maybe nightmare is more accurate.
It was full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. There's a voice that feels like it's coming from all around you at once. Contrasting with the nightmare unfolding around you, it's smooth as silk. It makes you want to listen with every bit of attention you can muster in the moment.
"Judgement has come upon you, but not to worry. It can still be undone."
The voice promises you redemption for your sins. It promises you a better life and everything you could ever want, if only you just stop struggling so much.
And so you do.
Everyone wakes up in the same room initially. The room is done up in red with a cushy bed, a window, an old TV in the corner on a desk, and a few Hieronymus Bosch paintings lining the wall. There's a bathroom to clean up in and any belongings will be sat around the room to be gathered later. There's a duffel bag provided for your convenience.
After feeling a sensation of falling or dropping onto the bed, characters wake up feeling like they've just slept for a week. Their body will feel heavy and stiff, and they'll have a massive headache at first.
They'll quickly notice the list of their sins written with their blood on a bedside table on an old piece of parchment. This will mean the list is tied to them and can't be changed or tampered with. They'll also receive their device to connect with others and the network. It won't be anything terribly fancy. As a matter of fact, it looks like a very old Blackberry type phone.
Once characters are ready to leave the room, they'll head down long, winding halls. They're dimly lit and have an ominous feeling. They may encounter fellow sinners or demonic staff that will direct the newcomer down to the lobby to get their actual room key to settle in. The staff may be pushy, or they may border on courteous. It really just depends on the mood of the staff at the time and how they're treated in return. Eventually, everyone comes to stairs that lead downward.
Once down to the lobby, you'll notice the front desk manned by a demon who looks bored out of its mind. To the side of him is the door to the kitchen, where guests may help themselves. To the right is a small duty free shop that seems to have a surprisingly normal, expected stock of items. Look around a bit further, there will be a tiny bar tucked in through a corner door. It seems pretty well-stocked and best of all, there's a demonic bartender who seems to know how to mix any drink you can imagine (and a few you can't). Of course there's some seating, bar games, and a jukebox tucked in the corner if you'd rather stay and socialize a bit. There's also a new addition of a karaoke machine.
Please note that all the songs on the jukebox are appropriately hell-themed. Hopefully Sympathy for the Devil is universally loved.
Stand Your Ground Rise and shine, dear guests! The weather outside is as frightful as it's ever been, oddly cold. Colder than it was even at this time last year, but it seems to match the mood of the staff. Another sinner uprising, another looming threat of outsiders wanting to wreck Hell, and the staff is understandably exhausted and down in the dumps. Still, they seem to be at least trying to spread the Halloween cheer with more decorations! Gaudy decorations are in every square inch of the hotel, along with some unique looking jack-o-lanterns that seem to watch you wherever you go!
There are even some absolutely cute little turnip ones from the old timer demons who insist it's the only way for it to be done!
Lucifer and Lilith are both curiously missing in action at this time. If asked, the staff will helpfully explain that there were poltergeists and then one of the sinners lost it and tried to take over Hell, again. They'll also complain at length about how absolutely ridiculous it is that anyone thinks they're capable of ruling this place over Lucifer himself. Feel free to try to escape the incoming rant! But either way, the big guy in Hell is apparently putting up more barriers to prevent things like this from happening in the future!
And to handle an outside threat called The Veiled Order apparently, but don't you worry about them! They're simply not important at the moment and absolutely not not planning a bit attack soon. Nope.
New arrivals (and old!) should enjoy the rather expansive breakfast the demons have made in the dining hall. There will be plenty of breakfast foods ranging from bacon to pancakes to donuts and anything in between to encourage indulgence. There's no need to hold back now, right? You're already dead! So eat up all that unhealthy food and maybe add something a little bit stronger to your coffee than just plain cream! No one is judging around here, especially when there's a few bottles of top shelf alcohol available next to the coffee station.
And if one thing isn't frowned upon in Hell, it's gluttony. No one will judge if you want a taste of human flesh or cute kitten out of curiosity or anything.
Staff will encourage guests to take it easy. Things have been rough lately, and they're only bound to get rougher!
Reach Up High
Prompt I: Jesus Wept WARNINGS: mutilation, blood, torture, extreme gore.
Somewhere from within the hotel is an ominous rumble behind a closed door. This time, it isn't from any wayward mages or ill-timed bombing attempts, but the unlocking of a previously forbidden room. There are eerie screams from within, followed by menacing laughter as the door swings open of its own accord. The room within is painted in nothing but darkness and a thick fog.
For those who would dare approach, they will be able to make out the outlines of chains hanging in wait from the ceiling, but most other details are obscured. There may be a brief flash of figures in the shadows, the stench of blood. This feels like a bad idea, but sinners are drawn forward anyway. There's something of a promise inside this room... something new and exciting, greater than anyone is capable of imagining!
You know what they say about curiosity and the cat, don't you?
Before common sense can win out, guests will find themselves pulled into the room and hear the gut-wrenching slam of the heavy door behind them. Once inside, guests will be able to make out the torn apart bodies on the ground, halved or nothing but splatters of guts and bone. Despite all logic, some will still be writhing and moaning still. Whether in pleasure or pain, it's difficult to tell
Look closer still and sinners may notice one has managed to scrawl with their bloody handprint:
There are no limits.
It may feel as if reading those words puts things into motion. Suddenly, one of the poor sinners will find the chains lashing out, hooks sinking in deep as they find their purchase on their bodies and pull. They will find themselves pulled into an almost gruesome mockery of a crucifixion pose. Arms drawn up, legs held in place. Clothes may be torn or shredded as their unmarked bodies are marred with the hooks. Flesh and muscle stretch under the strain. Fortunately, it doesn't go further.
Not yet.
"My dear guests, we haven't explored the depths to which pain can show our true selves in a while, have we? And with all the energy flowing around our little community, I had more than enough time to prepare this surprise for all of you. This is a room that had been locked off for a while now, and my children trapped within have found themselves rather bored lately," Lucifer's voice rings out within both ears of the sinners, eerily reassuring despite the hellscape in front of them.
"I want to show you the lengths Hell used to go to, the pain and pleasure mix of true torment. It's in suffering that we find our true selves. I do firmly believe that. We find out who we're meant to be, what we're meant to be, giving and receiving pain. Help one another and you will be set free!"
The fog dissipates enough to reveal a table nearby full of all sorts of horrifying instruments. Paddles, whips, some of them barbed in nauseating ways. There's wax to melt, knives. Needles to pierce flesh with. There are instruments that deliver enough electric current into the recipient to hurt and leave them writhing, gags for when their cries become too much.
"Next to your instruments, you will find a list of sins and wrongdoings your lovely captive has done in their lives, both here and back home. Read it and punish accordingly. Remember, there is freedom in humiliation as well as pain. Force them to see who they truly are inside. There's also redemption to be found in the punishment. You are delivering God's divine justice! You are God's hand! He will be so pleased..."
In the shadows, there are those same figures standing in wait, ready to manipulate the hooks.
"You will have no more than four attempts to carry out your punishment. Failure or refusal to do so will result in another hook driving into our poor bound soul here. After your four attempts, I am sorry to say they will be torn apart by my friends in the shadows with you, and you will have murder added to the list of sins tainting you. It would be such a needless shame to fail at this, wouldn't it? And who knows, perhaps you'll find you adore this path..."
There's a short laugh from Lucifer, as if he just made a brilliant joke. "Succeed in your punishment and you will both be released with one more sin removed from your list. Don't worry about any injuries... there are bandages and other aids available just outside. Now, my darlings, go have fun."
[As this is a Hellraiser based prompt, feel free to assume anything with a sadomasochistic bent to it can be found within the room. Attacking the demons controlling the chains will not stop them. They seem to be invulnerable to attacks and are only there to observe and add additional hooks when they deem fit. When a punishment is deemed worthy enough to release the hooked partner is left up to player discretion, but a character is only allowed to fail a punishment four times before they have to witness a horribly gory scene.]
Prompt II: Let's Play a Game WARNINGS: mutilation, blood, torture.
"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. These are words from my Father's own book, preaching the ever so present importance of putting one's own worth below that of his fellow man. So very poetic, yes? And heroic. Only the truly good would be so selfless. Fortunately, I'm not asking you to kill yourselves here. Not exactly, at least." Lucifer's voice rings out within the sinner's heads, warm and coaxing as it ever is.
"No, I am only asking that you practice the art of self-sacrifice with your fellow penitents. We're going to play a little bit of a game. You're all familiar with escape rooms, yes? Well, it's like that... don't worry, you'll figure it out soon enough."
Spare a Pint Awakening in a room with a single box in the center of it, sinners find themselves wearing a tight collar with a clock ticking down. They have fifteen minutes to place their hands inside the box. They'll soon learn that it's full of sharp objects ready to cut. Upon further inspection, they'll find two glass bottles attached below.
They must spare a few pints of blood each, it turns out.
Once time is up, if they haven't suceeded, spikes will pop out from the collar and embed in their necks. This will result in both participants nearly bleeding out before demons tend to them. Any scarring will be permanent.
Free the Angel Suspended in the air, one sinner will find themselves outfitted with the most devilish device. Brackets have been connected to their ribcage, dug in deep as their bare skin stands out to expose the horrors. There are only fifteen minutes before the trap trips and rips open their chest. To save them, the other sinner must remove a key from a bowl of acid before the timer reaches zero and unlock a mechanism on the device. If they fail to do so, not only will the poor soul bound experience excruciating pain, kept alive through some unnatural means, but the other will suddenly feel as if their insides are twisting in on themselves.
Sinners will be patched up afterwards, but the bound will have a scar that remains on their chest as a reminder to both parties.
Lucifer will explain the rules of each game to the guests very thoroughly and offer whatever reassurances he can. As promised, all sinners will be healed properly after completing their tasks, whether they succeed or not. Even those who find their insides unfortunately on the outside.
If guests turn on one another, they will additionally be punished with a sin from their list branded upon their skin somewhere and fail any sort of redemption offered this round.
Follow Me Down
Prompt I: Monster Mash WARNINGS: sex, drugs, alcohol, dub-con.
Hell is having a party and absolutely nothing can stop it. It seems like it may possibly be a days long event too, if the way things are going is anything to judge. There are tacky Halloween decorations spilling from the hotel out into the streets, trailing towards the club and other locations. Demons are partying everywhere, there's lively music. It's like a rather twisted Hell take on a block party. Beer and other refreshments flow freely, there's food and candy, and fires lit around the area for warmth (or s'mores, or whatever demons may want to cook over a fire!).
In the hotel lobby, there have been racks upon racks of costumes set up for people to choose from. These include all the usual things ranging from fictional characters, sexy versions of everything, lingerie, masquerade masks, and outfits for entirely anonymous adventures. If character won't don a costume willingly or are unfamiliar with Halloween, the demons have zero qualms forcing it in whatever ways work. Multiple costume changes throughout the partying, however, is allowed.
For party activities, there are live demonic bands playing at various points in Penance (and they welcome those who want to join in!), various party games such as bobbing for apples (although 'apple' here is used loosely. At times, they may be substituted with feet or human hearts or whatever is around), pin the wings on the angel, rounds of 7 Minutes in Heaven and spin the bottle, as well as pumpkin carving contests. There's also a stage set up if guests desire to show off their costumes (or take them off).
As usual, there's plenty of food and drink, including all the questionable ones like human flesh or blood. There may be a roasted Squonk or two available. There's also every drug available that someone could want, including Frenzy that's free of charge.
There's a round of trick or treating going on throughout Penance as well. Go to the club or bar, or any other establishment and you'll find demons ready to hand out their treats or tricks. It may be drugged candy, regular candy, small trinkets, or other useful objects. Tricks may be decidedly less fun, ranging from a swat with a cane, a cut with a knife (non-life threatening this time around!), or just cruel comments that seem to hit too far close to home while the demons around enjoy a hearty chuckle. Don't worry, it's all for fun!
In the bar, there's the jukebox playing some spooky new music, as well as karaoke. Bar games such as darts, pool, poker, etc. are also all available. It may include succubi trying to start a rousing round of strip poker, but that's just the risk you run in Hell!
Prompt II: Dig Your Fingers Into Flesh WARNINGS: sex, bdsm, pet play, human furniture, dubcon, noncon, drug use.
Club Penance seems to continuing the new gimmick! Themed nights. This night's theme is: Leather and Lace, Bring on the Mace. Guests who enter the adult oriented side of the club will notice the incubi and succubi who serve in it are clad in skimpy lace numbers or seductive leather. They may be seen sporting clamps or other toys, leather masks, etc. They will eagerly encourage all who enter to join in the fun and games.
On their trays, they offer drinks and drugs of all sorts. Shows are being put on on the stage as usual, the offer of sex demos with guest participation are still on the table.
As usual, these demons play under respectable rules, safe words and all. They will also gladly exit the stage and let guests entirely run the show. They're on their best behavior tonight, even if the natural aphrodisiacs they give off seem to be amped up
Guests who refused to dress up may also find their clothes randomly changing into something more appropriate or being forcibly changed by a demon who may be a bit too into the theme! Ah, well, no need to worry too much. There will be costumes and lingerie to slip on to go home in. There's absolutely nothing wrong with a walk of shame back to the hotel in nothing but a thong, they'll assure. It's just another night in Hell.
For those who are really adventurous, there are also special concoctions that the club offers. These include:
Frenzy ○ The drug will be given to anyone anyone who asks for it. It can be snorted, injected, taken in pill form, or smoked given user preference.
Despite the questionable name, guests who partake really will feel the best they've possibly ever felt. They won't need sleep or to rest, but they won't necessarily feel the strain on their bodies either. They'll be full of energy and their mood will be amazing with no hint of nightmares or dreams anywhere.
The demons won't let anyone come down either, not once they've started and not until they're told a guest doesn't want any more.
Even then, they may still try to convince them otherwise. It's a party for as long as you can go, or until you completely burn out, it seems.
But with all good things come bad. It seems a side-effect of the drug is an actual frenzy as well. A frenzy for sex or violence or anything a character might want that they deny themselves on the regular. They'll feel this growing hunger, this ravenous need to have and to claim everything they think is theirs.
Some may even fade away into an almost animalistic sort of state.
The more the guest takes, the more they'll experience this sensation. Fighting it won't help either. Though they did sort of bring that one on themselves, didn't they?
Other symptoms of coming down won't be too different to those of other drugs. Fatigue, depression. Guests will begin to feel the effects of staying up for so long without rest or stopping to take care of themselves. They may also feel a certain longing for more, but it can be fought off with enough strength of will.
The drug isn't free either. The succubi expect to be paid in energy or through actual work in the club.
Bond ○ A potion that will bond guests together the minute one speaks to the other. The encouragement is that this should be done consensually, but the demons won't necessarily be checking. Once bonded, guests will feel what the one who took the potion feels. This includes pain and pleasure both with effects lasting a full night. Give someone the most intense pleasure of their lives or torture them until they beg for mercy!
For a really intense experience, both participants can consume the potion with mutual effects.
A special section of the club has been set back up to follow the theme! Within the area, there are pillory stocks and other restraints set up with demons and random club goers alike restrained and naked. Some of these will be stand-alone, some of these will be attached to beds, etc. A list of sins will be written on a blackboard sat near the sinner and a plethora of toys will be available. The selection will range from knives, candles, ice, impact toys, clamps, gags, etc. There will also be plugs, beads, dildos, and anything else one could want if they desire to add a little pleasure to the pain.
On the blackboards will contain a list of sins for characters and will typically be over the top and sex-based in nature, ranging from claims of promiscuity to selfishness in bed to specific taboo sex acts they enjoy. It can also include a few non-sexual ones, depending on the mood of the demon who wrote it. It may include other misdeeds done while in Penance. Expect it all to be humiliating or uncomfortable in some way or another.
For those who aren't into that, there's also a lovely display of human (or demon!) furniture to enjoy. Some of it may be familiar faces who are forced to maintain this position for however long others deem fit. Come sit on a face or two, or see if you can make someone fail at being a human statue. There may be a little pet play go on, a little denial play.
We won't talk about what it takes to be let into the rest room tonight...
For the dance oriented portion of the club, the theme is a little more lax. Instead of outright fetish wear, patrons may be offered revealing clubwear instead. Things that will look mesmerizing in the lights of the club ranging from neon colors to clothes that seem to flash on the dance floor. The music will be thrumming in the air, pumping down to your very bones as you dance the night away, and all patrons will feel good. It will feel as if they could actually dance all night if they so wanted, even without the aid of any drugs.
It will be an all night rave with all the party drugs and drinks one could want! Live music plays all night. The band also loves to receive requests, so knock yourself out! They seem to strangely know any song they're asked to play.
Knock yourself out, give up any care in the world and have fun. You're already in Hell, so don't you deserve to feel good for a while?
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Slipping between one thought and the next, Five only notices Klaus with the scalpel in hand once his brother is right in front of his again. Good choice. It's what he would have chosen too. It's efficient and effective. It gets the job done. He doesn't have to do this though. He doesn't have to go through with it. It's okay. "I'm ready to die for you." It wasn't supposed to be out loud. It was supposed to be in his head. Doesn't matter. It's true. Don't do it-
Five's gaze drops as Klaus chooses the location to cut him. What an awful thought, one that they'll share from now, on. This is something that Klaus will carry with him and something Five will carry on him. The scalpel cuts into his calf and he tries to pull his leg away from it. The full body pain radiating from the hooks in his back, the new sharp pain in his calf, it's still there. He can still feel all of it as it pushes through the drugs, but it's not as intense, not as all consuming. He still cries out each time the scalpel cuts him though, flinches away from the blade each time, but it's not what it could be.
Later, though, it'll be everything it's supposed to be right now. He's sure of it.
"What are you doing?" What is he being punished for?
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He feels his features slip, just slightly, his eyes crease at the corners, his lip trembles and he has to bite it all back, stuff it back in that box where all his feelings were supposed to be right now. He can't risk feeling the rising swell of emotion threatening to tighten his chest right now. He has to focus.
"Marking you for your pride," he breathes out, voice shakier than he'd like. Does it make it any better, knowing what he was doing? Klaus isn't sure it could, but he asked, and answering seemed the least he could do.
A glance to the demons holding the brothers captive tells him a single sin punished won't be enough. The thought of having to do something else makes h is stomach turn. He swallows thickly, remembering another of the simpler sins on the list Alcohol abuse.
Easy enough, he supposes, trying to keep what little amount of composure he has right now pulled tighter together. He shifts his attention a little higher up to the outer portion of his brother's thigh, keeping a grip on the scalpel as he slowly makes a crude, quarter-sized circle, and three more lines on the inside to form a triangle; the AA symbol.
Klaus realizes he could do less symbolism in this, but somehow these things felt more fitting to what was being asked of them both. He doesn't want to screw this up, make the demons decide it wasn't sufficient enough and end up watching something more gruesome than he's being made to do right now.
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"Marking me." A reminder for both of them of what happened here. Maybe that's why Klaus chose the location he did, because then he won't have to see it all the time. Although Five, himself, is reminder enough of what he was made to do. What happens to Klaus and Five after this? What happens to the relationship they'd been building? What kind of relationship can be built from brother torturing brother? Hell has been allowing him to get closer to Vanya, one small step at a time, and he thought that maybe the same might eventually happen with Klaus, but it's just trying to drive them apart.
For a moment, Five wonders if it's over, if it might be enough, even if the very idea seems almost ridiculous. Why would it be enough? Why would the demons be satisfied with so little? He braces for more, tries to anticipate when and where Klaus will cut again (because Klaus has to, right? Five is right about it being ridiculous, isn't he?) but when the scalpel once again pierces his skin, he flinches, tries to pull away. The circle hurts so much more than the lines Klaus had cut. That warm, protective layer around him feels like it just barely holds off much of the new wave of pain. How long will it last though? How long has it even been since Klaus drugged him? Minutes? Hours? It's so hard to tell.
Five squeezes his eyes shut tightly against tears he didn't even realize were forming. Because of the pain, watching his brother do things that neither of them want him to do? Any number of a thousand other things? Does it even really matter anymore?
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He whimpers and squeezes his eyes shut. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Okay. Fine. But he's not doing any more carving into his brother's skin. He takes a slow, deep breath before opening his eyes and walking back over to the table. What else, what else... something he could control the pain of, somehow....
His eyes land on a device that has a dial, with some wires and electrical nodes connected to it. Klaus swallows and picks it up. He just won't set it very high. It'll be fine. No worse than being tased, right? Klaus has been tased before. It sucks. But it's livable. Five will be fine. He has to believe that.
He licks his lips nervously before heading back to where his brother hangs in the air. He looks up at Five and mouths, "I'm sorry," before he places the nodes at the appropriate places across his body. His hand shakes as he slowly spins the dial, stopping when the electricity kicks on, travels through those wires and into his brother's body so much quicker than seems like it should be possible.
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"No, Klaus. Don't keep going. Please stop." Maybe he hasn't been reacting enough for the demons. Maybe they don't think he's in enough pain to be satisfied with Klaus' torture efforts. Maybe they don't think he's been suffering enough (he's shaking from the pain, fresh blood is continuously running down his back and his leg. He's suffering). It's not just a show for them though. It's a real plea to his brother. He wants this to stop.
But if Klaus stops now, Five dies. A grim situation becomes even more grim. Five is still ready to die for Klaus (nothing has changed since he said that) and at this point, he isn't exactly unready to die for himself too, but dying now accomplishes nothing. Klaus doesn't get to get out of torturing his brother. It's already happened. It's still happening. Five dying would only save them from going even further down a road they've already been forced down. Five hangs his head when Klaus walks away from him. Maybe he is done. Has Klaus decided that the emotional trauma of his brother's death will be better than that of torturing him and watching him suffer?
Okay. Goodbye Klaus. And in case he doesn't come back like Vanya said the dead here too, tell her goodbye for him as well.
"I'm sorry Klaus. I couldn't figure this out." And now he's going to die for it, and Klaus is going to suffer the emotional consequences of the entire ordeal. Five is going to die, but he gets to escape what's happening to him. If he doesn't come back, it's over. He doesn't have to suffer anymore. If he comes back, he'll have to deal with the aftermath of what's happening here, but he still gets to escape the rest of what's to come. Klaus, though, he doesn't get that luxury (like any of this could be considered anything even approaching a luxury). Klaus will have tortured his brother and then watched him die because he decided he was done.
But then it doesn't happen. There's no more hooks in his back, he's not being pulled apart. There's no declaration of failure from the demons or retreating footsteps from Klaus. Five lifts his head to see that all Klaus did was trade in the scalpel for something else. He doesn't even try to hide the whimper that escapes him. What's the point? Attempting to put up a tough front will help no one in the end.
Five closes his eyes again and slowly nods his head when Klaus mouths his apology. He knows. He knows Klaus is sorry. It doesn't exactly help him with what's to come, but he gets it. He flinches each time Klaus places a new electrical node, expecting pain where he knows there won't be any. Of course it's not just pain but fear. He's afraid of his brother touching him and what fresh pain it'll bring. He's afraid of what's still to come. What an awful feeling. Five is the one who's to be feared, not the one who is supposed to be afraid.
When Klaus turns the dial, Five waits. Klaus may feel that it's too quick, but Five feels like it takes far too long as he braces for it, anticipates it. But it still takes him by surprise when the electricity hits and he cries out as every muscle in his body tenses up. Suddenly the wait didn't seem too long. Suddenly it feels like it hit far too quickly.
His muscles ache, the electrical current making it impossible for them to relax. He wants to ask Klaus to stop, wants to beg him to stop but he can't. He can't form words, can't even think of what words he would use to convey what he wants to his brother. Fuckfuckfuck please stop. Please stop. He's so tired, he just wants this to stop. He's in pain (the hooks focusing electricity into the open wounds on his back is its own special kind of torture), he just wants this to stop. The drugs aren't doing enough. Shoot him up with something else, fuck him up, make him feel nothing ('No, that's weak. You're not weak.'). Turn up the electricity until he passes out. Something.
It felt like it took forever to start but now it already feels like it'll never end.
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"I can't--" he breathes out heavily, shaking his head, "I can't do this- no more, please. Please, is this enough? Just let us go..." He heaves the words out, another soft whimper escaping him.
"One more," one of the demons growls. "and you can go."
Another one adds, "Something different, or he's gone."
Klaus isn't sure how much faith he should put into the words of a pair of demons, but it's all he's got to live on for the moment, so he quickly pulls the taser devices wires off of his brother and goes back to the table to select something else. There are so many terrible things to choose from, and he wants to do absolutely none of them. Tears sting his eyes and he's nearly overcome with indecision, but that last remark from the demons keeps playing over and over in his head. "or he's gone." He can't let that happen. He can't let Five die.
He grabs a cat o' nine tails and approaches his brother again. He feels sick as he stares up at his brother, disheveled, bleeding, and weak from everything Klaus has unleased on him. But this is it... this is the last thing. That's what they said, and as he raises the whip to lash his brother, Klaus just hopes they keep their word.
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Eyes still closed, Five lets his head fall forward. The effort of holding his head up right now just seems like too much. He doesn't want to watch Klaus anymore, doesn't want to see what he's going to do next. After all, anticipating it does nothing. Bracing for it is useless (and difficult now, with fatigue and muscle spasms brought on by what he'd just dealt with. And that's not even including the constant pain). It's going to come whether he watches Klaus agonize over what to use against him next or not.
Did any training that Reginald gave them ever adequately prepare them for this? Five can almost hear Reginald saying that yes, he did. And much more. Klaus and Five are just weak, a disgrace to the family name, just like the rest of the children. They should have gotten through this easily. Five should be able to withstand the pain. Klaus should be able to torture Five without almost breaking down at every turn. The fact that they're brothers should mean nothing right now. All it's doing is muddying the waters, making it harder for them to do what they need to do. Failures. Both of them.
Five opens his eyes but doesn't look at Klaus. He keeps his head down, eyes on the floor. Is that his own blood he's looking at, or someone else's? Not that it particularly matters. It's something to occupy his mind until he hears Klaus' approaching footsteps. Something to keep Reginald out of his head. This is really not the time. He squeezes his eyes shut again once the footsteps stop. He doesn't want to risk looking at his brother. Five can't face his tears or that awful expression on his face. If he could, he would block out the sound of his whimpers. That's a torture all of its own. That expression, those sounds, they're because of Five. He's not directly doing anything to Klaus, but they're because of him.
"Just do it. Get it over with." He tries to yell it, tries to be loud to mask those sounds from his brother, but all that comes out is a hoarse whisper.
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"You can take the hooks out," one of the demons croaks out in a deep rumble of words that hold a sound of amusement to them. There's slack in the chains as they lower Five down to the floor, easy at first, but once he's low enough he probably won't break any bones, it's an unceremonious drop of his already battered and bruised body in a heap on the cold, unforgiving ground below.
Just one more thing to add insult to injury, apparently, forcing Klaus to remove the hooks they had stuck his brother with in the first place. "It- it's almost over, Five..." he mutters softly as he moves behind where his brother is leaned over in pain to inspect the hooks.
"On three, okay?" his voice shakes and he counts slowly as he starts to remove them one by one until each hook has made the same blood-slick sound as they slide out of the wounds created in his brother's back. His stomach threatens to revolt every time one of the metal hooks slides out, coated in his brother's blood.
He hears the click of the door unlocking and it swings open, spilling the smallest amount of light in from the hallway outside.
Klaus feels his stomach drop.
It's over.
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He's still trying to figure out the time frame when he notices he's being lowered to the ground (he missed the demon mentioning something that roughly translated to this whole fucking thing is over) and he lifts his head to look at his brother just before he's dropped the rest of the way to the floor. The slack in the chains and the impact of Five hitting the floor jostles the hooks and pulls downward. One last fuck you from the demons, hm? Drop him to the floor and let the hooks hurt him one last time before they're removed.
Five falls to his hands and knees. His legs feel too weak to support him and the chains are helping to drag him down. So what now, though? They door is still closed and Five can't go anywhere even if he had the strength to do it right now. It's only once Klaus is behind him that it clicks. Suddenly the next step becomes clear and he realizes what the demon said that he missed. He looks over his shoulder at Klaus. No, this is the final fuck you from the demons. A little extra torture for both of the brothers. A little more bang for their buck.
"No, Klaus. I can-" But he can't. He can't do anything. Five can't remove the hooks on his own. Even if he weren't injured and sore to the point where the very act of breathing feels like a chore and could reach around to grab them, he couldn't pull the hooks out in any effective way. Ripping them out would be the only way he could do it. No, it has to be Klaus. Again. God, he's so sorry.
When the hooks start to come out, Five allows himself something that he refused to do this entire time. He didn't want to give the demons the satisfaction (though maybe the entire thing would have been over soon if he had...). He practically screams with pain as each hook comes out. It's not even necessarily more painful than anything else he's gone through (or is it? He's not sure anymore) but it feels good to just let it all out. Relatively speaking, of course. His stomach twists from the wet, sloppy sounds that he can barely hear through his own screams.
But then it's over. The hooks are all out and his cries of pain end with a choked sob. He watches as the door swings open but a part of him still wonders if this is really over. Will they get to the door just to have it slam shut before they step through? He shakes his head. It's not the time for pessimism. He has to believe this is the end, that they're actually free now.
Five twists around as best he can, barely facing his brother before the effort gets to be too much and he has to stop. He reaches out to wrap his fingers around Klaus' arm. This can't work. It won't work. He's too tired, too weak, in too much pain. Even still, there's a barely visible blue glow as Five tries to blink them out of there. With the door open, with them allowed to leave, he can feel his power again, but he's not strong enough to reach it. He had to try anyway though, because he wants out of here now.
"Fuck..." Clearly and disappointingly unsuccessful, Five lets his hand slip from Klaus' arm, down to the floor and just stares at it. "Klaus, I need you to help me up."
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He looks down to Five’s fingers wrapped around his wrist and it’s almost painful to watch him try, and fail, to blink them out of the room. That’s his fault, he did that to him. His eyes flood with tears again but he manages to blink them away somehow.
His chest tightens at Five’s request. He never asks for help— this is bad. So bad. His fault. His fault, his fault, his fault.
Klaus nods, muttering softly. “Yeah, yeah, come here.” He stoops down to where Five is huddled on the ground, puts Five’s arm around his shoulders, his arm around his brother’s waist, and bears the weight of getting them both to their feet, staying crouched low so he doesn’t strain Five any further. He waits for confirmation to move. He wants out of here as soon as possible, but not at any more of his brother’s expense.
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That's not something Klaus could have done to him. That was all Hell. All Lucifer and his demons. Just like they were responsible for everything that came after. Klaus was just their pawn. He had no more say in the matter than Five did. It was an impossible scenario with no chance to come out on top. If Klaus had refused to do it, Five still would have been tortured with hook after hook until all the chances had run out and Five was violently ripped apart. While it's the scenario that Five was pushing for, Klaus still would have suffered. And Klaus giving in to their demands, getting the whole thing done and over with? Well, their currently suffering the consequences of that.
Klaus isn't at fault.
Five inhales sharply as Klaus helps him to his feet. Five doesn't ask for help. He doesn't like asking for help. He's gotten used to there being no help. But without it, he wasn't getting up anytime soon. He's exhausted, he's in pain, he lost a lot of blood. He hates asking for help, but what choice did he really have? "Just-" Five rests his head against Klaus a little, eyes closed as he catches his breath. "Just give me a minute."
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He can't fucking do anything right now. Not without Klaus. And he hates it. He hates having to rely on someone else. But he needs his brother right now. Five can't even stand up on his own right now. Even with Klaus holding him up, he wants to just drop back to the floor. "...yeah." He's quiet, perhaps finally resigned to his fate, finally at least a little closer to being ready to accept the help he asked for. "Yeah okay."
Five glances at Klaus, and then down at the floor. "I couldn't figure out how to get you out of here and I'm sorry." Getting himself out of here was secondary. "I should have been able to but I couldn't."
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The time between that and his brother's reluctant acceptance to the help feels excruciatingly long, though it's probably little more than a few minutes at most. "Thank you." he says softly. He gives Five another few minutes to gather himself and then he starts to move. Carefully. Slowly. But it's better than nothing.
"Stop." He begs, holding the word out a little longer than necessary to push the point. "It's not your fault. They did it on pu-purpose. They...w-wanna see us suffer." He's barely keeping himself together, tears streaming steadily down his cheeks, breaths coming in short gasps because he's trying not to sob. He can't do that. He can't go there, until he gets Five back to his room.
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Slow going as it is, Five manages to walk along with Klaus without too much added pain. Well, walk may not be the right word for it. It's more of an awkward shuffle, as Five tries to keep his weight off of his injured leg. His marked leg. 'Injured' just seems like too mundane a word, though were he to actually talk about it, it's the word he'd use. It's a word that makes it sound less intentional. It's a word that points less fingers.
When Klaus says stop, Five actually stops. He stops walking and looks at his brother with his brows furrowed, shaking his head the entirely time Klaus speaks. Because no. No no no. Yes, they did it on purpose. Yes, they want to see them suffer. But Five is supposed to be better than them. He's supposed to be smarter than them. He's supposed to be able to figure these things out. "No. No, I'm supposed to look out for you. I'm supposed to be able to protect you."
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"--this isn't like home, Five. There- there's no equations to solve, or time assassins to murder to keep us safe. They're gonna do everything they can to make sure we suffer. It's not your fault." His last words are coated in a thick layer of desperation for his brother to just believe this, just this once. (He won't hold his breath).