We built this city cw: whipping Abel doesn’t mind a bit of hard work, and for the most part he has no problem obeying authority, even here. He gets to work clearing charred debris, which soon covers his pristine white jumpsuit in dirty gray smudges. The supervising demons crack the whip at him once or twice, but he’s diligent enough that they don’t bother actually hitting him.
At least until his attention is drawn by someone else struggling with their work or stopping to rest for a moment, and the guards come down on them hard. Abel’s attention is drawn by this unfair punishment, and he comes straight over to put himself in the middle of it. “Hey! Leave them alone!”
The punishing demons only laugh, their attention drawn to this new sinner who so clearly wants to be punished, and one of them strikes out at him with their whip. Abel grits his teeth when the blow lands, but does not cry out.
((OOC: Feel free to tag in either as the person he’s trying to help or as someone else saving Abel from his own hero complex..))
Maze of Mirrors: Resentment cw: violence At first, the mirror maze strikes Abel as something fun and interesting, even once it begins to warp, and the entrance disappears. He tries to map it as he wanders, thinking that there must be some algorithm that controls the shifting corridors, and if he can only figure out the pattern he can solve this puzzle.
But as the maze starts to exert its control over him, Abel’s resentment starts to bubble to the surface, temper flaring as he stalks the halls. Is this game toying with him? It’s being randomized, or the changes are being made simply to frustrate him. His own reflection warps in the mirror, looking like his father, or unfair schoolmasters and ranking officers at the academy. Roaring with rage, Abel throws his fist at one of those reflections, shattering the mirror and leaving his hand badly bruised and studded with glass. He staggers on, disoriented by the maze and filled with an overwhelming resentment. He may not know the person in front of him, but at the sight of them he becomes certain that they are responsible for trapping him here, and he swings a punch in a red blur of fury.
Maze of Mirrors: Lust After an hour or two (or longer, perhaps, he’s lost all track of time), his experience begins to shift. His resentment drips away, replaced by an aching sense of lust. It’s always been a weakness of his, a tendency to yearn after his fellows at the academy, his teachers, strangers on the street. It swells in him now, making his cock throb and his head spin, forgetting everything but his desperation for sex. Shedding clothes as he goes and forgetting where he’s left them, Abel eventually falls to his knees in the maze, stroking himself in desperation for relief, until he sees someone else in the maze and looks up at them with dark, lustful eyes. “Fuck me. Please.”
Something in the Air cw: blood Slender black horns curve out of Abel’s hair, arcing forward on either side of his face, and the black of his eyes expands out to fill the sclera, black pools in a pale face. His teeth grow sharp and pointed, and blood—not his own—drips from his mouth. Black claws grow from the tips of his fingers, and inside of him, more blackness grows and hardens. His empathy—usually one of his driving virtues—is shuttered, closed off to him by the transformation, and the creature left behind is cold-hearted and lustful.
As he makes his way toward the club, if someone bumps into him or even is too inconveniently in his way, this proud, unsympathetic Abel glares furiously. “How dare you! Get out of my way.”
Monster Smash Lust pours through Abel’s body as he enters the nightclub. It’s one of his primary sins and he’s very familiar with it, but the changes in his omega body are new to him. He feels slick and wet. His usual aching to be fucked is amplified a hundredfold, making him feel heated and dizzy, feverish with yearning. He needs to be mounted and fucked. He feels as though he might die without it.
“Please,” he begs, pressing up against the nearest person, alpha or no. “I need to be claimed.”
Abel | Starfighter
Abel doesn’t mind a bit of hard work, and for the most part he has no problem obeying authority, even here. He gets to work clearing charred debris, which soon covers his pristine white jumpsuit in dirty gray smudges. The supervising demons crack the whip at him once or twice, but he’s diligent enough that they don’t bother actually hitting him.
At least until his attention is drawn by someone else struggling with their work or stopping to rest for a moment, and the guards come down on them hard. Abel’s attention is drawn by this unfair punishment, and he comes straight over to put himself in the middle of it. “Hey! Leave them alone!”
The punishing demons only laugh, their attention drawn to this new sinner who so clearly wants to be punished, and one of them strikes out at him with their whip. Abel grits his teeth when the blow lands, but does not cry out.
((OOC: Feel free to tag in either as the person he’s trying to help or as someone else saving Abel from his own hero complex..))
Maze of Mirrors: Resentment cw: violence
At first, the mirror maze strikes Abel as something fun and interesting, even once it begins to warp, and the entrance disappears. He tries to map it as he wanders, thinking that there must be some algorithm that controls the shifting corridors, and if he can only figure out the pattern he can solve this puzzle.
But as the maze starts to exert its control over him, Abel’s resentment starts to bubble to the surface, temper flaring as he stalks the halls. Is this game toying with him? It’s being randomized, or the changes are being made simply to frustrate him. His own reflection warps in the mirror, looking like his father, or unfair schoolmasters and ranking officers at the academy. Roaring with rage, Abel throws his fist at one of those reflections, shattering the mirror and leaving his hand badly bruised and studded with glass. He staggers on, disoriented by the maze and filled with an overwhelming resentment. He may not know the person in front of him, but at the sight of them he becomes certain that they are responsible for trapping him here, and he swings a punch in a red blur of fury.
Maze of Mirrors: Lust
After an hour or two (or longer, perhaps, he’s lost all track of time), his experience begins to shift. His resentment drips away, replaced by an aching sense of lust. It’s always been a weakness of his, a tendency to yearn after his fellows at the academy, his teachers, strangers on the street. It swells in him now, making his cock throb and his head spin, forgetting everything but his desperation for sex. Shedding clothes as he goes and forgetting where he’s left them, Abel eventually falls to his knees in the maze, stroking himself in desperation for relief, until he sees someone else in the maze and looks up at them with dark, lustful eyes. “Fuck me. Please.”
Something in the Air cw: blood
Slender black horns curve out of Abel’s hair, arcing forward on either side of his face, and the black of his eyes expands out to fill the sclera, black pools in a pale face. His teeth grow sharp and pointed, and blood—not his own—drips from his mouth. Black claws grow from the tips of his fingers, and inside of him, more blackness grows and hardens. His empathy—usually one of his driving virtues—is shuttered, closed off to him by the transformation, and the creature left behind is cold-hearted and lustful.
As he makes his way toward the club, if someone bumps into him or even is too inconveniently in his way, this proud, unsympathetic Abel glares furiously. “How dare you! Get out of my way.”
Monster Smash
Lust pours through Abel’s body as he enters the nightclub. It’s one of his primary sins and he’s very familiar with it, but the changes in his omega body are new to him. He feels slick and wet. His usual aching to be fucked is amplified a hundredfold, making him feel heated and dizzy, feverish with yearning. He needs to be mounted and fucked. He feels as though he might die without it.
“Please,” he begs, pressing up against the nearest person, alpha or no. “I need to be claimed.”