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TEST DRIVE MEME #4

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, 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 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. They may be pushy, 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, self-serve if you want to get away from your demonic hosts for a bit. Of course there's some seating, bar games, and a jukebox tucked in the corner if you'd rather stay and socialize a bit.

Please note that all the songs on the jukebox are appropriately hell-themed. Hopefully Sympathy for the Devil is universally loved.

STAND YOUR GROUND

Prompt I

It seems like not long after everyone has either returned from the maze or arrived fresh to hell that the storms started yet again. A bit more sporadically and not the constant downpour of the previous month, but it's still blood and fire raining from the skies, along with claps of thunder and lightning strikes that seem far too close for comfort. Fortunately, there's not as much flooding this time. Unfortunately, a particularly loud clap of thunder and lightning that strikes close to the hotel seems to leave it and surrounding establishments in the dark. Quickly, the hotel becomes a cold place, urging all guests to to move to the lobby for some warmth.

A roaring fire will be going and there will be hot drinks and snacks kindly provided by the staff while they try to work on correcting the problem.

Eventually, some rather panicked goblin-like demons come rushing up from the basement. They're half-singed and dirty looking from their adventure, so it doesn't seem to bode well for the power returning any time soon. Guests who listen closely will hear the demons apologizing profusely for 'letting them escape' and much more worrisome than that, about how it looks like there might have been some tampering going on down there. The staff is quick to tell the demons to hush and go, not to worry the guests or let word get back to Lucifer.

Once that whole scene is squared away, the staff will be urging guests to volunteer and pushing them into a drafty, creepy basement with nothing but candles and flashlights to lead the way.

It's okay, they reassure, it's not that bad down there! The lights provided all seem to flicker dangerously though, almost completely going out at times, as you descend creaky stairs to a lower level. Apparently the demons are tired of risking their hide to get the power back on, but they're quite happy to risk all the guests'.

The basement is slightly flooded in some areas, bloody rain making its way through cracks in the foundation. It reeks of dampness and mold. There are things that skitter in the corner of your eye as you venture in further. Rats, bugs, and a few smaller beasts.

No one will be given more to go on than they're looking for a breaker box to reset, and hopefully, that'll get everything back up and running again. Unfortunately, there are so many twists and turns that it gets confusing after a while... How come the basement looks much bigger than it has any right to be anyway?

The basement is also jam packed with boxes just begging to be gone through. Most of them just seem to house an odd amount of clothing and what may be personal items left from previous guests, others hold decidedly more satanic and occult items. But if there's anything you're looking for in particular, from jewelry to a coat to a rad new walkman, you'll probably find it down here.

Keep going and you'll come across a room with a heavy steel door. If anyone should venture inside, they'll see a dungeon inside. There are demons chained to the walls in various ways, strung from the ceiling, or caged up that seem to be wasting away and forgotten. If they notice you, they'll try to plead with you to let them out, bribing you with information on Lucifer that no one else knows, but it's probably for the best you don't. There seem to be a few free spaces waiting for new additions after all... and besides, they've got to be locked down there for a reason, right?

Let them go against all better judgement and they'll most likely just rattle something off while they take off running as quick as they can.

Listen closely enough and you might hear tortured screams as they're presumably killed upon reaching the main floor of the lobby. It was probably inevitably, so don't blame yourself.

Anyway, moving on you keep going past the dungeon, and you'll finally find the room with the furnace and breakers to reset. It shouldn't take long to flip them back, but they'll continue to trip on and off for a while and may require multiple groups to make a return trek down to reset them until the demons finally correct the issues with the wiring that is causing these outages.

Speaking of issues with the wiring and what may have caused them... Hang around the bar or lobby enough, or around any area of the community, and you may hear muttering of something called The Veiled Order from beyond the gates. Some of the demons seem excited, others seem nervous. If asked, the demons may brush guests off. If drunk enough or given proper incentive, they may tell a story about a group of rebellious demons that Lucifer tried to cast out. They were damned to live in the burnt forests outside the gates, but sometimes, they still cause trouble.

Apparently, they thought they could be better rulers than Lucifer and were quite discontent with how he maintains Hell.

Some may say they're worried the Order is causing mischief by messing with the hotel, having had ample opportunity to sneak back within the gates. Others will laugh heartily and insist that it's a dumb tale to scare young demons, nothing more. Certainly nothing to worry about.

Another thing guests may overhear or bribe out of demons around the bar or club is talk about the call of infernal nightmares. If pressed for more info, the demons won't give much beyond the fact that it's a miserable thing, entirely miserable.

Prompt II

Apparently what the goblin-like demons accidentally set free are strange demons that possess fungi, dust, and dirt. They don't seem to quite be from this world, but they're called Coal Tars apparently. They're harmless creatures for the most part, but they do have a love of following around people with dark or sinister natures.

The staff will be offering a reward of a gourmet dinner of the guest's choice if anyone around the hotel will help to capture these little pests and bring them to the front desk. Afterwards, they'll be returned to the basement and locked away again.

Otherwise, people are free to ignore them or laugh at the people who can't seem to shake the little creatures following them around.

Careful though, breathing them in can make your lungs rot. Nasty way to go probably.

REACH UP HIGH

Prompt I
Warnings: cutting, blood, torture.

Whether you've been here for months or you're freshly arrived, your demonic overlord expects some participation. You can try and shirk the responsibility, of course. You can bargain your way out of it for a while. But eventually, you may find yourself trapped in a room just off the gym that's been fondly dubbed the torture room. It has all manner of equipment in there, along with an iron maiden even.

But don't worry about any of that right now. It probably won't be used.

You can try the door, but even with super human strength or every lock picking skill in the book, you won't be able to open it.

It soon becomes apparent what you're supposed to do soon enough when someone else is eventually shoved in with you. Both of your lists of sins will appear on a table that's been placed in the center of the room with two handy knives. You can choose to guard these or not care at all that they're on display.

"Know that honesty is a good place to start on your road to redemption. Sure, it can be terrifying at first, but that's why you've been given a partner in this journey. Pick up your knives and carve at least one sin into each other's flesh. Help in the journey to be candid with everyone you should meet here!"

The voice echoes all around you again, just like in the nightmare, and once again there's the pull to give in. This voice really does seem like it has your best interests at heart.

"If you need a bit of encouragement, we'll be giving it shortly."

It isn't a lie or idle threat either. The longer you wait to do what's been requested of you, the more shallow cuts that will appear on both of your bodies. Are you really prepared to endure this pain when giving in would be so much easier?

And more than that, are you willing to let another suffer along with you?

Eventually, the cuts will stop if you suffer them long enough, but you'll have failed this challenge and sustained more damage than if you'd just gone along with it. Satan will also be very disappointed in you.

Prompt II

"A generous nature is an important part of being a righteous person. Greed is a sin my Father frowns on quite a bit. What I ask you to do today is to go out and find a gift for that special someone or friend of yours and give them something to smile over."

With the items available in the basement and the shop in the hotel carrying a few new items, Lucifer would like to spread the good will of gift giving. It doesn't matter if you're not well acquainted with each other yet. You don't need to be! Anyone can spread cheer by giving a gift.

And if you don't, expect to be in excruciating pain for a few hours, and struggling for a breath. If you can't share a gift, then you don't deserve to share all that oxygen, do you?

FOLLOW ME DOWN

Prompt I
Warnings: Alcohol and drug abuse, potential non-con/dub-con.

With all the sinners, new and old, the bar will be lit up with activity and absolutely bustling with guests and demons alike. Food and drinks will be readily available and provided by hotel staff (although they might not always know what humans eat. What do you mean, you don't like fried kitten?), music will be blaring, and overall, there will be an energy to the atmosphere that's absolutely contagious. Even if you aren't typically inclined to linger at these sorts of events, there will be a certain pull to stay and have a bit of fun.

You may not get much of a chance to have that in hell after all. So one drink won't hurt, right? Nor will one more after that.

There will also be every sort of party drug available that might tickle your fancy. There's no harm in experimenting, is there? You're already in hell and the staff is handing it out and so helpfully showing you how to use it, or recommending a type that would suit what you want.

You've presumably done your atonement for the day, yes? So cut back a bit, let loose. Hell might be pain and torment, but it's also a nonstop party in the bar.

There's even a brand new stage and a karaoke machine for those feeling brave!

Ask the staff demons very nicely and you may even get less scrupulous drugs as well. Things that will convince your fellow damned souls to tell only the truth for a fun prank, or perhaps even potions that will make someone so enamored with you, they won't take their eyes, or hands, off you. How dare they give you the cold shoulder earlier, right? You've got them now.

There are also tables set up for all sorts of gambling and various bar games to entertain yourself with. Since currency as most are familiar with it doesn't quite exist down here, most of the demons seem to be accepting bits of your soul, if you're in a gambling mood. You may also get pulled into a fun game of strip poker against one of your fellow guests for a few succubi that are having a night out.

Relax and enjoy your night. Coming here and facing your sins is the hard part, so surely you deserve to have a little fun, right?

Prompt II
Warnings: sex, aphrodisiacs, potential dubcon/noncon, potential kinks.

The club within Penance has always offered many options for debauchery, but now it seems they're stepping things up a bit. There are themed rooms for sex machines (the same that were present at the carnival) that can be controlled by a demon or a partner. If asked, they'll gladly set you up on stage to put on a performance for the entire club.

They won't side eye you for any other kink you ask for either, however depraved it is.

But the succubi are handing out potions again, that can be taken willingly or not. The purpose of them is to strip away all of your inhibitions... or in certain cases, your mind as well as your will. It will leave those who take the potion as a perfect little pet or slave for someone.

It doesn't matter if you're generally strong-willed or not interested in submitting. You'll find yourself wanting to please someone until it's the most important thing on your mind. Maybe until it's the only thing on your mind. It doesn't even matter if you generally hate or adore the person you've attached yourself to, you'll find yourself sinking down on your knees anyway.

This is the perfect time to play out all those daddy kinks, domination and submission scenes, or perhaps a bit of pet play. It doesn't matter what theme of the game you choose, you're suddenly all for it no matter what.

Because you just want to make someone happy, even if what makes them happy is hurting you as much as pampering.

MISC.
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He looks briefly skeptical. Draco’s fond of his robes but- well, Billy did just say he’d look hot, he can hardly see how that would be a bad thing. Flattering his vanity tends to be extremely effective. “I might consider it...”

And he may in fact miss the warmth when Billy moves off to the bed, but he’s quick to extract what he needs.

“It’ll be better when we get to the bit without the clothes,” he muses. With a couple careful flicks most of his buttons are open, and Draco shrugs out if the majority of his layers... though he can’t quite seem to stop watching Billy either. He might be a little impatient, even despite his best efforts.

"Really? Because I've found plenty of clothes around here..." And he can magic them up, if he needs to.

But there are better things to focus on at the moment. While Draco deals with his clothes, he tugs at his own shirt and throws it aside and then reaches to undo his jeans.

"That bit is always the best usually."

cw: oh hey impending nudity, and sex themes... and probably sex.

It's possible Billy sounds a little too excited about the prospect of choosing his clothes, and Draco should perhaps find that concerning... But he's mostly leaning toward giving Billy the benefit of the doubt that he hasn't secretly got horrible taste.

"Usually," he agrees dryly.

It takes effort, but Draco manages not to outright stare at Billy's progress and focus more on stripping himself... but he still sneaks peaks. They've both earned their share of scars recently but he barely notices them now, and he's paused at his trousers too, but only as his hands have deviated course to 'help' Billy work his down instead.

"Are we on the right track, then?"

If there's one thing Billy loves, it's clothes. Getting to dress someone else is even more fun.

Billy's not entirely confident where the scars are concerned. Between old burns and lash marks, the 'sloth' and 'pride' carved into his forearm... he's maybe more self-conscious than he lets on. But it's easier to ignore when he's got someone else to focus on.

Especially when that someone else seems to really want to touch him. He lets out a soft laugh and leans forward to press a quick kiss to Draco's lips.

"When you come over here and get closer, yeah."

Draco's quite vain, but he's accepted at this point there's nothing he can do about the scars, and nothing he tries seems to work to properly cover them. He's particularly annoyed by a few remnants of their more brutal punishments, but it's hard to be that bothered when he's clearly not the only one.

"Well I'm hardly going to do this from across the room," he points out mostly teasingly, chasing that kiss with another at the same time he's dragging Billy's jeans down his thighs, and nudging him a bit further up the bed.

As established, it's really not a comfortable bed, but Draco's done his best. The sheets are the closest to a silk material he could possibly get them, better than what they'd been when he arrived anyway. And with any luck his mouth will be distracting enough Billy won't notice this bed is less comfortable than the last.

He rolls his eyes at the tease, but it's mostly goodnatured. He leans back on the bed with a lazy stretch by the time they're unclothed. It's almost like this bed is at least a little more comfortable than his at least.

Or at least uncomfortable in different ways.

He's pretty sure that he on't notice it as soon as he and Draco are in the heat of things anyway.

He reaches for him after a moment, every intention of drawing him don into another kiss.

Draco lets himself be pulled down into a kiss without much complaint. He leans over the other long enough to do so, and bites into it, but then he's sitting up again.

His eyebrow quirks and there's a hint of amusement but also a definite dark sort of promise in the way he looks at Billy all stretched out on the bed like that. It's quite nice, even if he appears entirely too pleased with himself.

He straddles him, long enough to pin his arms above his head. A familiar spell and a swirl of his wand conjures a ribbon of faintly glowing silver magic to wrap Billy's wrists tight together and secure him rather firmly to the bedpost. That's much better. When he flicks his wand the coil tightens, and he hums a bit anyway. "Tighter?"

With that look that Draco gives him that seems to promise trouble, he shouldn't be surprised when his wrists are pushed down to the bed, but he is a bit. It's been a long time since he's been with someone who uses magic so freely in bed.

There's an undeniable thrill as he feels the pressure at his wrists, thinks he can almost feel Draco's brand of magic dancing along his skin. He squirms a bit, giving his wrists a curious tug, just wanting to test the strength of it. "Well, looks like that's your call... you've kind of got me caught here, don't you?"

He gives a bit of a smile, teasing. "What are you going to do now?"

There's a twitch of a smile in Draco's smirk but it fades fairly quickly. Billy doesn't appear to have lost his cheek, but in that way he finds frustratingly tempting.

"I have several ideas, but to start with perhaps... " With a quickly whispered spell, Draco momentarily taps his wand to the tip of his tongue and feels the telltale tingle of magic, and a bit more when he licks his own lips.

When Draco shifts down to kiss him, he lets his tongue trace Billy's lips, creating a brief but intense stinging prickle of heat. It should hurt, if only for a few seconds, but the longer his tongue lingers the longer it will last.

Billy watches Draco curiously, not entirely sure what to expect from the spell. It's a curiosity that gets sated soon enough when Draco leans down to kiss him.

He draws in a breath as heat stings at his skin, lips parting a bit in surprise.

"Okay-- that's a cool spell," he murmurs when he's able.

"It's a personal favorite," he admits, biting with a certain sharpness at both Billy's lips before he is drawing back, with a smirk that also holds a certain sharpness. Draco's fairly sure he'll get what he wants, but he's in no hurry. His hips squirm back a bit, to give himself more room to move.

"But I did ask what you wanted... unless of course, you want what I want."

Billy licks his lower lip after that next bite, watching as Draco descends even lower on him. "How many more you got?"

He might be interested in seeing some of these personal favorites -- and sharing.

He gives a slow grin as he shifts just slightly beneath Draco. "I want you to fuck me until I can't think about anything else. But I'm in no hurry to get to that point, if you've got some ideas."

"Plenty," Draco drawls playfully. "But I wouldn't advise trying them all at once."

He's more than happy to let him spread around this sort of magic though, if Billy's interested in learning some of his favorite spells. Though he will have to thoroughly review... to be sure Billy has the hang of them all, of course.

But another time. For now his eyes narrow and there is a decidedly rougher lilt to his voice when Draco eventually replies.

"That was part of the plan regardless," he intones, and his tongue traces a path to one of Billy's nipples, pressing pointed heat against the slight rise for a long beat before he bites instead, and lets his tongue swirl a bit lazily with the same magic.

"Just means we might have to do it a few more times, huh? What a bother..."

It's hard to sound as bored as he tries to when Draco's sending spikes of heat through him wherever his tongue touches, even harder when he follows it up with actual bites. He lets out a whine of noise, arching as much as he can up against him.

"You can definitely keep doing that."

When Billy arches Draco loses his ability to pull off sarcastic disinterest, if the way he muffles a quietly pleased growl into a harder bite is any indication. Any hint of amusement is overtaken in favor of swirling a twisting line of heat down Billy's chest toward his abs, and only a little lower.

He pauses there, smirks, and shifts off, finding his wand long enough to swirl that too and somewhat loosen the thread of magic holding Billy to the bedpost. The thread binding his wrists remains firmly tight, but he should have enough slack now to-

"If you wouldn't mind rolling over for me... "

Billy tugs at the restraints a bit as Draco's mouth moves over his skin, enjoying the the pressure, the touch of someone else's magic against his skin. It's easy to just get lost in it all.

When the restraint goes a little bit slack, he gives a bit of a grin. "Mm, I guess this time," he teases.

"Although I'm a little curious about what you might do if I said no." And it'll be fun to play with at some point probably. For now, he shifts, rolling over as carefully as he can.

Draco seems to give the matter serious consideration, and he might give Billy a hand with the rolling if he needs it.

"Find an alternate course of action, I imagine. ...Might depend on why you said no. If you wanted to be punished for disobeying that could always be arranged. If you were just particularly interested in seeing me, well I could hardly blame you." His tone holds some dark humor, but it's an honest answer.

Once he's satisfied Billy's settled, he nips lightly at the nape of his neck. Then Draco's eyes fall shut while he takes his time trailing his tongue and searing magic from there down along the center of his back, circling a bit tauntingly as he reaches the small of it.

"Oh my god." He snorts. "I guess you've got not hangups about your looks."

And Billy isn't going to feed his ego just yet.

Although it is a bit hard to not respond to lips against his skin, the heat sinking into his back. His breath catches in his throat, a shudder going through him as his skin burns. He squirms a bit, biting at his own lower lip.

"Draco," he murmurs, though he's not entirely sure if there's anything more intelligent that he can say. A low moan will just have to do as Billy squirms slightly as he only moves lower.

Hell hasn't done Draco's looks any favors, and he spends an excessive amount of time and magic on them regardless. He's proud and vain as always, this place hasn't yet taken that from him, or perhaps it's only encouraging.

His ego could honestly use less feeding, but considering his level of smug when Billy's moan hits his ears, that seems unlikely.

"Mmhm," he hums instead. Then his mouth is occupied, tongue painting a few arbitrary patterns in heat across warming skin, tracing around several scars with surprising care.

"I have another spell I quite like, if you're interested in trying one more... " Even as he speaks, he's pinching teasingly at Billy's hip. "Lift up a bit."

Billy feels a flush of heat going through him that has nothing to do with Draco's tongue. His skin flushes pink under the attention, breath coming in heavy.

The pinch has him squirming a bit, lifting his hips at the couching. "Well, considering how this one's been pretty fun... why not?"

Draco's smirking rather a lot when he works a hand under Billy's hips to get a firm and proper grasp on his cock. He'll need his wand for this, but for a moment he only squeezes tightly, feeling, and then in time with a quick stroke he whispers a new spell.

Now when he sits back, repeats a quietly familiar lubrication spell, and strokes at his own cock a bit roughly, Billy should feel it all, as if it were his own. Draco bites his own lip around a groan until the sensation passes, and his smirk returns. "This one can be quite fun."

Billy's curiosity about the spell gets sated soon enough, his entire body giving a surprised jerk at the sensation. He lets out a breathless moan, head falling forward as he tries to find his footing again.

"Okay-- that's... that's definitely a good one," he answers once he's able, hips wiggling a bit at the phantom touch.

Draco laughs darkly but quietly still. It's nice to watch Billy just wiggling there in his bed. He toys with himself and consequently them both a little more before he lets up again.

"I know. It also works on multiple people... if you're into that sort of thing." Releasing himself for now, Draco leans in enough to draw a circle of heat with his tongue on Billy's left cheek, since it's right there in front of him.

"Well, I've only done it a couple times, but why not?" The more the merrier or something like that. Although right now, he's perfectly happy with the one guy whose attention is on him.

He lets his head fall forward as Draco continues to tease him. The searing tongue on his skin after is a shocking contrast to the phantom sensations of pleasure. There's a murmured oh god as he fidgets and squirms a bit, wanting so much more.

"Lovely for special occasions," he muses quite vaguely, justifiably distracted by every squirm and sound Billy makes.

He bites only a little possessively at the spot he's just been circling at, but he's also busy sliding slicked fingertips, one, then two, to rub up against the puckered warmth of Billy's hole, where he fully intends to be buried before very long. Draco only has so much patience, but he has plenty more to give.

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