Plot is, vaguely, that a human makes a deal with a demon to spare their life. They die soon after, and as they weren't able to fulfill their end of the deal they become the demon's basically-servant/pet. I just want to write some dark shit soooo… ye.
Rules:
Diversity is cool but be respectful.
Be as dark as you want here, no limits!
Preferably 16+ for dark themes though.
NSFW is okay with me.
Don't be overpowered.
Please be literate, and no one-liners!
Have fun!
boop
(I-)
(I'm already in 2 o/os with you, I'm already in 2 o/os with you, I'm already in 2 o/os with you…)
(Okay but dark shiiiit)
(I'll join if no one else wants to? Otherwise I'll stalk?)
(No, go ahead and join! I like your RP style!)
(But- aaaaaaokay! Is there a template?)
(Um, if you want one I can pull one up but otherwise we can just jump in.)
(Yeah okay, should I start? Where should we start the rp? After my human boi dies or before or…?)
(Maybe after? Idk do what you want. I could also start if that works better.)
(I have an idea of how to start! I might want to know if your demon disclosed his/her name to my human, though.)
It was 6:32 pm when Hawk Winter Alanson's parachute didn't deploy when skydiving.
It was 6:33 pm when time seemed to freeze for the man as a demon asked him a question. A question that, without any hesitation, the man accepted.
The man lived that day with a task to perform for the demon.
The man never performed the task after that day.
Three days later, at 11:05 am, Hawk Winter Alanson went hiking and watched as his 'friend', Benjamin Hart, pushed him off a cliff.
He died from blood loss over the course of three hours, twenty-seven minutes and ten seconds.
And then he opened his eyes to see the one he had struck a deal with. This time, not to make another deal, but to spend an eternity in the demon's debt.
Hawk–often called Hawkeye by friends because of his name–stood, mouth agape. "L-listen, I can explain! I didn't expect to die again, alright?" Hawk was wearing his denim jacket and white shirt–bloodied from where the sharp rock had pierced through his abdomen–and black jeans with high tops. His hair was a dyed charcoal grey, and his eyes the color of clouds before a storm.
(When you're actually proud of a starter and your rp partner is offline: sad noises)
(sorry! I'm here now tho!)
"Nobody expects to die," the demon said. They were handsome, tall (insanely so) and inhumanly charming from just their aura. However, charm wouldn't likely help with this situation. "You're mine now," Julius said sweetly, leading the human into their palace.
"Now, Hawk, repeat after me. You are mine. You belong to me, and you will do anything I say. You will be mine to the ends of eternity, and you will serve me to those ends." Julius smirked. "Dearest, I know it's a shock, but you'll get used to it. And it's nice to have a fresh plaything, if I do say so myself."
"Which I do." Julius sat down on their throne. Their long, soft white hair that nearly touched the floor was swept back by long black talons attached to lithe fingers. They stared at him with their brilliant galaxy eyes, that long smirk just barely hiding long fangs still spread across their face.
Hawk smirked, crossing his arms casually. "Gladly. 'You are mine. You belong to me, and you will do anything I say. You will be mine to the ends of eternity, and you will serve me to those ends.' Does that sound right to you, your highness?" Hawk shouldn't have been snarky, but he decided that this 'charming' demon wasn't going to have his way.
"So if I'm dead, did karma decide to bite lil' Ben's ass? Or is it some 'fate' thing or whatever where I had to die?"
Julius ignored Hawk's snark… for now. They'd punish him later.
"Oh, your death was an… accident on the grand scale of things. You could have fulfilled your end of the bargain had you decided not to trust your little friend. But now you are here, with me, because you acted like a foolish little rat same as every day of your pathetic life. Don't make deals with devils, they say," Julius snarked.
They sat on their grand throne, putting on a crown that accomadated for their ram's horns in all their majesty. The crown was a burning silver that hurt to look at, yet impossible to look away from.
"Kneel before me or I shall make you. And you do not want me to make you." they grinned, gleefully.
"You really think that I'd do that? What is this, some sort of set up? Can't I just go up to Heaven and just not have to deal with you? Look, if I hadn't have died, I would have fulfilled my end of the bargain, cross my heart and–well I'm already dead, aren't I?–nevermind that, then." God, why is Julius such a stuck-up prick? Hawk remained standing, looking into the hideous galaxy eyes of the one person he despised the most–well, besides Ben. Hawk would have to get back at him from the grave–and laughed. Laughed in his face. "I don't know what you plan to do with me, but I sure as hell don't give a damn about who or what you are!"
Julius sighed. They'd have to do this the hard way then. They sat, pointed, and dragged Hawk down to his knees through their magic, the magic binding them together and allowing them to control him.
"I did say to kneel. Now then, little human… what tortures should I bestow upon you to get you to obey?" they asked.
"I could beat you, or burn you, or choke you. I could kill you a hundred times and you'd come out right as rain."
They stood up and began to circle him. They place a clawed hand on Hawk's shoulder, squeezing in enough to draw blood. "I could visit tortures upon you that would have you begging to kiss my feet and pray to me for mercy. Tell me, how would you like to taste your own flesh?"
(Also how up are you for gore and torture? Because I did say I wanted to get dark and like I've got ideas lmao.)
(Dude, go for it. I am 100% okay with whatever you throw at me.)
Hawks knees bent against their will as his body stiffened. A low growl could be heard coming from Hawks throat as he tried to retaliate, but to no avail. He winced when his shoulder bled, shaking his hand to try to calm himself down. Hawk didn't like blood, but he hoped he didn't let it show.
"Burn. In. Hell." Hawk said through gritted teeth, breathing steadily to try and ease the pain away.
They dug a hand into Hawk's chest, faster than the eye could see. They gripped his heart, twisting it until the veins popped away and they was nothing left in that space. Julius squeezed the heart to a pulp, and pushed Hawk to the ground, releasing the spell that was holding him there. "Is that enough reason to listen? I would hope so, I do so hate to dirty my robes." they said, knowing that while here Hawk would never die from such a small wound, it would still hurt the man like hell.
Hawk collapsed forward after his face contorted in pain. Every thought in his head was turned into dust as the man cried out–for help? No, help was far beyond his reach. Pain, pain everywhere. It hurts. How am I still alive? Hawk didn't bother to question his last thought as he pushed himself back up in a sitting position. Don't look down, don't look down, don't look down Hawk.
"What," Hawk gasped, "the hell do you want with me!?"
(Long story short, I can't use Notebook for much longer. If you want to (and I still do!), we can continue this on another platform.)
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