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ESCAPE HELL: The Gates

A slave... that is what he was, the lowest ranking scum of hell. Other than belonging to one of the most powerful and ancient demon lords, Mithias was nothing. He was to be used, commanded, even sold if his master saw fit. Such was the culture of the demonic and evil. Completely warped and remade, Mithias felt nothing now but a burning desire to serve his master, and he had sent him here.

His new, innate senses told him that, despite her guise, this female was one of them. She radiated the essence of Satan, lord of all. Mithias flexed his claws, knowing she was far stronger than he. The shadows rose up and dissipated like smoke around him. Brief details of a human-like form were revealed beneath them.

"Yield to her." The deep voice of his lord rumbled in his mind, and Mithias complied. Bowing his head, he knelt down, the chains on his wrists clinging against the rocks on the ground. He did not know what was going on, but wit told him to keep silent until he could gather more information. Had Mina not commanded him, he would have attacked and likely died.

ESCAPE HELL: The Gates

I shall kill you all. Have a nice day.

ESCAPE HELL: The Gates

Mithias cried out loudly as the first strike stung him, drawing blood. The archdevil had taken to flaying him nightly, instead of disemboweling him. I suppose even hell's tormentor's get bored. Once again shackled to the stone pillar, Mithias gave his back to the lash, pressing himself against the stone and trembling in fear. There was nothing quite so humbling and demeaning as being whipped. Shirtless, helpless, weak, and utterly at the mercy of one's tormentor, one could be completely controlled. Par for the course in hell. Even though he had endured it many nights before, even still, Mithias begged for mercy. The demon would chuckle darkly, smirk, and occasionally give pause to indulge in his victim's gratitude. Breaking a soul was an art, and Asmodai was a master. Mithia's pleas were delicious, his whimpers an arousing foreplay. Asmodai watched amusedly as the vampire's mind barely recovered from the pain of the last strike, his emotion changing from gratitude to razor-sharp anticipation of the next hit. With perfect timing, the demon lord waved the whip in the air to sing its beautiful tune in the wind, forecasting the brutal rape of pain that was coming. In the open, all of hell could bear witness to the merciless performance.

Unconscious, "dead" once again in this inescapable pit for wicked souls, Mithias had no concept of time. The next night, a familiar rush of revitalizing dark magic filled him, and his mind returned, recognizing the start of a new night of suffering. A faint, orange glow filled the clouded and darkened skies in hell. The sounds of demons, screaming souls, and blazing fires melded in the background. Mithias heard the soft steps of hooves behind him and he shuddered, defenseless. The steps came closer. The vampire flinched as he was hit with the sound of the demon's voice. "Turn and face me, slave."

Terrified, Mithias obeyed, his wrists still bound above him.

"Look upon me."

Did he even still have eyes? Mithias was too afraid to disobey and lifted his sight up the demon's naked frame. Asmodai was tall, nearly black of skin, with hooved feet, a tail, wide shoulders, clawed hands, long black hair, and a cloth tied over his eyes. Fangs showing in a grin, he could see clearly. He carried his bloodied lash in hand as he stepped closer. Mithias suddenly tore his gaze away, only to have his jaw gabbed in the demon's right hand and faced toward him again. Then, Asmodai kissed him deeply. Tears fell as Mithais strangely felt himself overcome with submission, and desire. What was this demon doing to his mind?? Mithias panted after Asmodai broke the kiss, dazed by the demon's will. Looking where his master's eyes should be, Mithias spoke, "Master. I beg you, destroy my soul. Devour me." Lord Asmodai grinned, satisfied with his slave's breaking.

"You are mine." That night, Mithais' soul was forged anew as a half-demon and set free.

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Some time later..........

As the battle with the reaper is going on, a new entity make his appearance. Clad in smokey shadows, wearing ragged pants, and with no weapons save the natural demonic armor running down his forearms and clawed hands, a new agent of hell, former vampire and slave of Asmodai, archdemon and lord of pain, approaches. His face hidden in darkness, his eyes glow red above hungry fangs. The shackles on his wrists dangle broken chains. Spikes stick out from his bladed forearms, and he now radiates the archdemon's power. Mithias eyes John, Mason, Koran, Zaen, and Jerus with murderous intent. He extends a clawed hand toward them. "Hell is justice... There is only one escape, submission and death."

Disappearances (Supernatural RP)

Damien shook his head in disbelief at Inkness' enthsuiasm. "I cannot stop you from following me, that is, if you can keep up, but I do not advise hunting vampires to the inexperienced and uninitiated. Plus, there are still many hunters who are purists, who would rather kill you simply for not being completely human. Personally, I just want to not have to worry about bloodsuckers anymore.
Alright Conner. Those computers are extremely helpful. Good luck with your new company..." Damien checked his phone again.

"I need you here now, one of my hunters just went MIA, and I don't she's going to come back. 621 Lucky Herb Drive. You'll see us."

"Jess!?" The young man's eyes widened. He knew she wouldn't just walk off a job without telling anyone. Something bad had happened to her. "Oh shit. Shit, shit... Conner! Get setup as quickly as possible. Call me as soon as you know where Jess is. She's missing. I have to leave right now." As he turned to get his bike, Damien felt guilty about leaving Conner to his own devices against this esoteric menagerie. "Do not harm Conner, or I will hunt you down!"

Damien ran to where his bike was stashed in the darkness. No one and no thing had touched it. He sped to the location Rand gave him, his engine blending in with the random roars of the road at night. Later, he passed the location on his bike, slowing down to see Jess' crappy Nova. Moments later, he came back on foot, keeping to the shadows. He texted, "I'm here."

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

That's a good idea. I think it used to be Tiny. Hm. I don't know why Wiz isn't posting anymore.. We all could still play, but we would have to leav his storyline.

Disappearances (Supernatural RP)

I................... am drunk.

Have a nice night.

Disappearances (Supernatural RP)

The dark colored human glared slightly as he also put away his weapon. Draco was either clueless about tact, or he was intentionally taunting Damien by "checking his blade" at a very poor time. The latter was more likely.

Damien pulled out his phone. By now, he ha been texted both addressed. Damien frowned as he made a few swipes to check the locations. The first one didn't exist, so he assumed it was an error. ... of course, having such an error was extremely odd.

"Conner. I think we should go find the others. I want to make sure they are not walking into a trap."

Disappearances (Supernatural RP)

Damien watched as Draco donated some of his healing "salve" to Conner. He stood up, still holding his black bow with the twin snakes on the front of it. He was uninjured, and not taking any offensive stances. The dark-eyed human looked from Draco to the wizard that had walked up by now, then to the cat-girl, who seemed to be raining insults on them.

He blinked and answered honestly. "I am Damien Varomere, and I was aiming for the dragon's eye." He looked at Draco. "There are no scales on that." Standing casually, his voice was calmer, and he spoke honestly, without anger or hatred, as a simple confession. "I am sorry I hurt you, cat girl. I had thought you were an enemy, and I intended to take your life. I am glad i did not. Please forgive me." He bowed to her in that ancient and graceful way that only humans ever seemed to be able to pull off when their hearts were pure. What was strange about Damien in this moment, was that he didn't seem at all uneasy in the presence of these inhuman and quite powerful beings. Not anymore. He seemed to simply accept the facts of life around him, yielding to the rights of other creatures in the world to exist, even if they were beyond his understanding. "We are at war." He said with a solemn expression, beginning to explain. "Vampires kill humans, and so it is unavoidable, but they must be destroyed. This city is home to two major hunter families, and we've quickly noticed the signs that have come with the numerous disappearances... " Damien's eyes lit up as Draco drew his sword in front of him, and he immediately stopped, threw his bow around his shoulders, and drew his sword as well, facing Draco. Without a single word, the threat was made clear. if Draco was going to pull a weapon, Damien was going to defend himself. The human stood, unmoving, glaring at Draco, waiting for his next move.

Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

So I'm all ready to make a first post, but I'm trying to figure out exactly where each character is to know where to start from. I was thinking of having my blue-haired Lyn wandering through Baalor, but is anyone out there to run into?

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

It's a flathead.