Welcome to Hell.

[CountCunninglvr]

As he gazes over the desolate expanse, watching the flight of succubi, his thoughts wander to the question of what motivates human beings to lash out socially at one another, but not the simplistic ape-like screaming insults at each other. He pondered the true motivations of those who artfully masquerade their most insidious actions as offers of help, friendship, and/or other generally positive sounding things, only to betray the person later entirely for their own perceived gain...planned from the start. Would anyone so wronged truly be so morally superior as to "turn the other cheek?" I think not. The victim will always treat the other as they have been treated rather than how they would like to be treated and the cunning insidious perpetrator will always find new ways to avoid accountability for what they did thus creating a cycle.

Everything eventually has to naturally fall back into a more evenly distributed state...no matter how complex the concept of "eveness" truly becomes. Sooner or later everything will collapse in on the perpetrator of betrayl leaving them crushed beneath the rubble of the towering mass of deceit that they created.

Hmm...now would that be a sight to see. *Sips wine*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

From the 7th Level

Violence

Momentary aberration.

Silence.

Not just any silence. The silence of a hundred million souls allowed one single solitary second of ease. No voice heard in Hell. No whimper. No cry. Nothing.

For that moment.

And then it begins again.

A crescendo.

First sounds of rising, falling.
The first shrieks of hurt, rage, anguish.

Cries that echo to the vastness of space and down to the center of the earth.

It is music of the damned...and they sing it so prettily.

Bare feet walk the ring, moving up and out until the 5th Level is found.

Anger/Wrath

Home.

Rage.

The waters boil and battles are fought, over and over again. Without cease. Without ending.

I see a city in the distance but I have no wish to enter there.

Instead I travel up and out, walking the circle.

And eventually I discover

Lust the second circle.

It is there that I reside.

And though many voices call out for me to stay, to ease their suffering.

I do not.

I need to continue on, as I will see more than enough of the punishments offered when I die.

I hear the voices, the whimpering of the damned. The cries from those who remain far from sated, empty...always empty.

Reaching for fulfillment that can not be given.

Upwards. Always upwards.

Until I reach Limbo and the bar that is housed within it.

Finally. A drink to soothe my thirst.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The bar holds only two shot glasses. I only need one.
The bar holds every drink in the world but mine.
No matter, I still have the ice bucket and the unending bottle of Stoli.

So, small fingers pick up a shot glass and move to a far corner. The self same fingers describe a bit of magic upon the air until my bottle and ice appear.

The chair embraces me~warm leather on soft skin.

The bottle is cracked. The first shot poured. I drink.

It is good.

And the raging, rising, screams and need become the music that i listen to while I sip sin from a glass and debate what my day will bring.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Notes...

jotted by feather on parchment which unrolls an inch at a time.

A voice speaks~husky words, the kind that beg echoes from dampness. The quill pen moves, leaving traceries of fire behind.

Today I must prepare for a patient male, a Rider and my email story. Must advertise for help writing a girl on girl thread as I lost my co-writer. Should probably work on another solo piece for the Cavern.

Poetry? No idea. Haven't felt poetic. Maybe prose. A single story. I haven't written bout my assassin in forever. Maybe her? As Celestine was moved and is no longer a one off.

Oh well...

Voice trails away as another ice cold shot is poured. The quill hovers patiently...

 

[Erlind]

I wake up, but don't want to open my eyes yet. It feels like the whole damn world hurts. My face is laying on what is likely hard wood. I'm sitting, but slumped over. I move my hands to rub my aching head, but I abruptly realize one of them is handcuffed to something. That's when my eyes snap open.

Thankfully, its dim enough in here I don't get dazed, but otherwise I have little to be grateful for. I'm back in Hell again. I slowly sit up to survey my surroundings. People and demons mill about, but its not too busy. Weird, I always imagine hell as kind of packed, but I guess it must be pretty large overall. My hand is handcuffed to the bar that I'm sitting at, but at least someone had the courtesy to double lock the one around my wrist.

A shot of whiskey sits before as the only real thing I'm happy about. Its not going to help and I know that. I down it anyway.

"Is this for being lazy with my threads?" The question rings out to no one in particular and as a result I don't get an answer.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Limbo, just outside of Hell proper...where the bar resides. Where those without any real sin congregate.

Sin.

I am Sin~ a walking, talking trap. All that is proud and lustful and wrath filled. Placed into a tiny, curvy frame that suggests an hour glass blown by a master craftsman before being tinted in hues of amber and cocoa.

And right now, I need a drink.

So the bar...and a shot glass and some ice cubes...because even just outside of hell, ice still remains...and true fire burns so cold....

Stoli. Ice...and a bar stool. NOW, I can contemplate what I owe.

 

[Erlind]

Had I fallen asleep here? I feel rather foolish. Falling asleep in a place like this could be extremely dangerous and I was lucky to survive through it. I feel like the shadows had surrounded me and kept me hidden in place sight, keeping people from looking for me more than really hiding me.

Someone sits down near me and I look up, and then away again. I can't look at her. She is probably one of the worst dangers here. Its not even what she would do to me that sends a shiver down my spine the most, but what I would do because of her. The shadows withdraw from me as I lose my focus.

Resisting the lure is clearly not the answer, but maybe if I keep a little bit of control of myself I'll be alright. I sit up a little straighter and push the shot glass from the night before back down the bar. I turn and try to appear all suave, which is exactly when I remember my left hand is still cuffed to the bar. The hand cuffs jerkingly halt what should have been a smooth motion, but I do my best not to acknowledge it.

"You don't look like you belong down her. What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this." The line is tacky beyond belief, but we both know its a lie and that's why I say it. I try not to make a big deal of the hot curvy visage next to me, but my eyes simply drink her in and make me want more without even having any.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

He fades in next to me...and my brain does that start stop...stutter thing.

I had missed seeing him...

So I take the shot and swivel so that I can study him with wide brown eyes.

He looks tired...and cuffed?

"My oh my...who has left you tethered to the bar like a piece of perfect bait??"

 

[Nina327]

Shimmering flames... and a giggle... directly behind him.


Oh... he is perfect bait.

-low giggles-


-a whisper right near his ear, but loud enough-

I wonder if he comes with a.... hook/

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Wicked grin and husky laughter as i see the shape of Twin appear, bathed in flame...

her sweet voice belying all that is dark and tainted within.

"I should have known it was you...."

 

[Erlind]

I swallow a bit at her comment, but answer nonchalantly.

"Bait implies a trap."

I'm utterly exhausted and she sees it. The cuff I honestly have no explanation for, but there's no reason to share that with her.

"Do you think I'm a trap?"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Leaning in to run one small finger over his cheek, down across his bottom lip before finishing at his chin, I study him and listen to the husky cadence of his words.

"I think that if you were a trap? I would be caught. Happily so."

Leaning away to pour another shot. Making myself focus on the task at hand and not YELL at him for not getting enough rest when I KNOW that (in the RW) rest is sometimes hard to come by, for him...

"BUT, shouldn't you be stretched out...sleeping or attempting to sleep...somewhere? You look...abused..."

 

[Erlind]

"Maybe."

Another deliberate falsehood, we both know that there is no maybe to be had. Stubble marks my face, not having shaved since an early morning of a long day. I'm haggard and it shows, but maybe there's a reason I found her in hell.

"Maybe I need someone to stretch me out somewhere before I sleep."

A devilish smile under tired eyes refuses to be doused. She may be an embodiment of sin and lust if I've ever seen one, but that does not mean I am the innocent one.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The smile I give him is gentle...and it's his. The smile no one else ever gets...
that mixture of sheer unbounded *want to smack you and cuddle you til YOU can no longer breathe and I KNOW that you will like it, cuz it's ME doing it.*

He knows he needs to be resting. He knows that I know it.

I take the shot, slam the glass on the bar and rise. Five feet nothing of curves and skin and female flesh aimed at HIM. A snap of small fingers and the cuff...dissipates.

"Come on, taking you home to your place...."

 

[CountCunninglvr]

No Forgiveness...

Blood begins unnaturally pooling out of the ground, expanding into a pillar, and forming into a thin man, wearing a long black cloak. He has arrived in a chaoic region. Thousands upon thousands of damned are being hewn to pieces by large demons. This place is full of screams of anguish, roars of hatred, and slaughter in every discernable direction...yet the demons pay no attention to the pale, black cloaked man. This place is familiar...yes this is the place where sowers of discord are punished by being cut into pieces for insidiously causing divisiveness between people in life. People he has known and been wronged by numerous times have undoubtedly been reserved a place here. As horrible as this place is it brings him a sense of things being made right...but never completely.

Fitting, but it grows tiresome. *Kicks a damned soul in the head and melts into a puddle of blood.*

He re-materializes into his human form in a place with a constant maelstrom of wind, dust, and people raging about. He watches with a devious grin as those below the maelstrom frivolously reach for the objects of their lust, forever locked in a state of unsatisfied arousal. His mind wanders to lovers from his past...to memories of being locked in mutually passionate, naked embraces with a woman...kissing each other passionately, starting a progression that ends in ecstatic moans, progressively softer breathing, and a final soft kiss.

*Snaps back to reality*

Hmm...that made me feel generous. *Telepathically sends everyone in hell vivid memories of their bests lovers.*

Your welcome.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Limbo isn't as hot as it used to be. Not by a long shot.
The bar is open, but that isn't unusual as the bar NEVER closes, here.
Why would it?

The door to Hell swings wide to allow anyone to wander through. What better place to allow entry than this little place just outside of the second circle? Limbo. For those moral pagans, good people who had never known of Christ the Lord. For those who had done no harm...but could not enter Purgatory or Heaven.

Limbo.

I made my way over. Heels clicking against stone. Lush brown frame wrapped in heat haze. My shot glass awaits me. As does my liquor of choice. Stoli. Ice cold.

So I slip onto a near by bar stool and watch the door that opens and beckons...

I hear the wind blow...

But I am comfy here in Limbo. Maybe this is the first Circle..but that's okay.

It's home.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Eventually, my lap top pops into view. I should go home, to my Haven, but something tells me that Hell is a much quieter place to spend my evening. In the Real World, I am bored and at work. Smilinbg prettily at the people that rush past.

No one wants to spend their time being the chick that people see whenever they enter a hotel. You know that chick? The one with the flawless make-up, a wide grin and a cheery "Hey, how are you?" Not when they can be HERE, in Limbo, taking ice cold shots of Stoli and planning their next corruption of which ever innocent happens to meander past.

Yeah. I'd rather be here, too.

 

[Erlind]

She had sent me away last night and I had needed it. Tonight though, I won't be brought back home to sleep. I need something else. Sneaking up on those in hell isn't wise, but its worth the risk. I slip up behind the sinful beauty and slip a large hand over her eyes. The other hand slides across her body seeking a place to rest and finds one on her hip.

"Guess who?"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I smile as I feel him behind me. His hand snakes over my shape and makes my grin broaden even further. His other hand covers my eyes but I know his scent, his voice.

"Hello E. Back to find yourself some trouble, hmm?"

 

[Erlind]

"Cheater."

Before I remove my hand from her eyes teeth briefly find her earlobe. I nip at her before my hands slip off her and I slide into the seat next to her.

"Trouble?"

I ask as if the idea had never occurred to me. I ask like seeking her in hell and teasing at her the bar would never provoke anything. Usually I sneak around more and cause more trouble first. Usually, I deny and slip away.

"Yes. I want trouble."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Turning slowly, so that my eyes are trained upon his face, I reach out to trail one small finger over his jawline.

Figures you would be looking for trouble when I have to run away...for at least an hour.

Sighs long and low...

I will attempt to return as quiickly as humanly possible....

Leaning in...slipping off the bar stool and moving close enough to wedge myself between his spread thighs...Mouth searches for, finds, bottom lip. A bite. A nibble of succulent lip flesh. Tongue tip tastes...quickly...slowly.

And if you become busy before I return for you? No fear. I am sure I will find you, sooner or later.

A slow, thorough, searching, breath stealing kiss...before curvy girl...disappears.

 

[Erlind]

A taste of what I had come to Hell to seek. A taste of her. And that is all I will have, but for now it will be enough.

"I might be awake, but I might not."

I don't know if she even heard me, because by the time my brain decided it was time to talk she was long gone.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I return in a shower of glitter but Erlind has retreated and headed for bed. I was glad of it. He does NOT rest when he should and it makes me antsy when I know he should be sleeping and he isn't.

So...

back to the bar and my shot glass and my contemplation of the only owed post I have left.

I hear the screeching of souls in pain. It makes me smile.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I find myself growing bored.

What to do? What to do?

Rising from the bar stool, I grip my bottle of Stoli and a bagful of lemons and make for the door that leads to the lower levels.

I think I could watch some violence....

A wide smile.

Or maybe perpetuate some of my own....

 

[L8tnIt]

Options

Does anyone subscribe to the Eastern Asian belief of Ten Thousand Hells?
So many more options. Like the Hell of being skinned alive; where you can be skinned while conscious, just to still have sensation from your now-separated skin, and feel everything from your flesh being used as a rag to wipe an Oni's ass of shit to it being used to play tug-of-war with a HellHound.

And ther are still 9,999 more where that came from...