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Hello
So. . . should've asked this a bit earlier, but how do we want to start?
We should have the puppet summon the demon for undisclosed reason, as you do
Fair enough, I'll get a starter up here in the next half hour
(For reference, this is basically how she looks: https://pin.it/6C3B6sg)
The Puppet stands in the bloody, sizzling pentacle, black candles with strange, multi-faceted flames standing at each intersection of the ritual drawing.
Black, nightmarish runes gibber their profane sights in every available space in the air and on the ground around the pentacle.
Strange, multi-layered whisperings fall from the Puppet's lips, in a language as deep and final as the toll of Hell's death bells.
The Puppet tosses her head back in a strange ecstasy as her summoning comes to an end, summoning the devil himself into being, using her own twisted body as the medium.
Slowly, she steps back as a foul black mist seep out of her mouth, coalescing into the form of a man, crouched in the center of the pentacle where the Puppet had just been, holding the lord of demons captive.
"Hello, Lord of Lies and Whispers." she says, speaking in a strange chorus of hisses, clicks and slithering consonants.
Summoning the brash king of demons was no easy feat in of itself, but when man was suddenly glaring at the puppet intensely, many lines have been crossed. Many bad decisions have been made all around. He did not say much. He stood, revealing his grand size, magnificent wings folding in upon themselves. The king wore pristine clothes, such as a heavy black tail coat with purple designs over a black vest and tunic with a cravat. He straightened his back, growling at the Puppet menacingly. Raising an eyebrow, as a thick voice left the demon lord's throat. "Why am I here? Why did you summon here in the most egregious way?" Nathaniel lifted his head high, observing the Puppet as she spoke her chorus of clicks.
"Don't worry about all that quite just yet, Devil. I'm sure you'll find out eventually, so for now, just be patient while I conduct a short little experiment." the Puppet replies, somehow managing to indicate a smile despite her lack of lips, eyebrows, or proper eyes.
Stepping away from the pentacle, she grabs a small, empty syringe.
"Now, hold still for a moment." she coos, looking down at the demon, stepping into the pentacle - triggering a paralysis spell that would prevent the demon from moving - and withdrawing a small bit of blood, before stepping back out.
The paralysis spell is released, and the Puppet examines the deep, blackish-red blood with an air of curiosity.
"Hmmmm. . . a most interesting ichor indeed. I shall enjoy this immensly." she says, looking at the imprisoned demon as she injects the blood into her arm.
A tiny hum can be heard as the blood enters her body, and her form twists into something slightly different, something just a little more horrible to look at.
"Now, let's get on to the pleasantries. Name, if you please." she says politely, folding her arms behind her back.
A shiver went up Nathaniel’s spine. This thing unsettled him, although he had seen worse monsters in this world. Something in his bones told him he was to be used for sinister ideas. After all, who experimented on the devil? Only entitled beasts. "Do not come near me. There will be hell to pay, monstrous one." The devil hissed. His words, however, were taken with a grain of salt as the creature stepped beyond the threshold. His wings extended in an arch as the first line of defense. Nathaniel would not let himself be ordered. Moving back, he hit the invisible barrier that kept him within the pentacle. Then the paralysis spell kicked in, forcing him to stay still. A deep growl came from his throat, the needle penetrating his pale skin. The warm ichor being withdrawn from his veins unsettled the demon, small movements in his face told the Puppet so.
But once he was released? Nathaniel moved quickly to grab the oddity, but was met with an invisible force. His wings arched, and he banged against the force keeping him trapped here. His eyes were doused in a lush red. The devil could not move freely unless the Puppet wished him to. He did not notice her recent form change and mold into something different. He was fixated on leaving. The Puppet’s strange amalgam of a voice snapped him out of his anger, but immediately sent him into another bout of it. "Pleasantries? Pleasantries? Oh, please!" He spat. "You wish to exchange pleasantries after stealing my blood? What a joke you are. I do not share my name with whom wish ill-intent upon me."
"Oh, right, right. . ." the Puppet murmurs.
"Your name is Nathaniel, is it not? After all, how could I summon you without your name?" she says slyly, pacing around the pentacle, examinging the demon king.
A small tut escapes her as she views the edge of a scar on the back of Nathaniel's neck.
"Ah, a flaw. . . probably many more marring that wonderful body of yours, but alas, I cannot view them." she comments, shaking her head sorrowfully, the baleful gaze of her glowing yellow eye focusing on Nathaniel's face once she comes back around to the "front" of the pentacle.
"I would like to broker a deal." she says, suddenly brusque.
Nathaniel rolled his eyes, looking away from the creature that stood before him. Her attitude was pissing him off. The scarred half of his face twisted into an unsavory expression. "If you knew my name, why demand it from me? If you know anything about me, I would not tell it to you. Not after that whole charade of yours." The king did not appreciate the Puppet eyeing up his body. It was an unkind action toward a man who could kill with one strike. It was uncomfortable— almost as if he was just for show. Her sorrowful attitude to his scared-up body made many signals in his brain fire, noting that further reasons for her somber sigh. "I have many 'flaws' upon my skin, none of which you will be able to view" Nathaniel wrinkled his nose. "You shall never gaze upon the scars that mark my body underneath my outfit, you wretched bitch." The wings upon his back settled, folding upon themselves again. He crossed his arms, watching as the puppet came back around to face him. "What will your deal contain? No idiocy, I hope."
The Puppet chuckles.
"Just to see what your reaction would be. Whether you had lied or told the truth would have determined my attitude towards you, but since you have chosen to be over-aggressive like all males of any species, I know exactly how to make you mad or make you listen. Then again, your reputation of rage and violence preceeds you." she replies.
"Oh, how frightening. I'm shivering with the intensity of your bitter words towards me, a fair lady of the sciences." she snickers.
"Oh, nothing too troublesome. Merely revenge and experimentation. I assume you're very familiar with both." she explains, fastidiously examining the calcified flesh of one hand with an air of cocky understanding.
Nathaniel’s upper lip raised in disgust over the Puppet’s words. The glare in his eyes held a red twinge. “Over-aggressive. Oh, honey, you should know I am a wrath demon, yes? It is part of my nature to be over-aggressive. It is my nature in many biological ways.” He huffed, settling himself on the ground. He crossed his legs, staring at the Puppet with eyes of curiosity. “You cannot command me, dear. I am no one’s servant or slave.” This cage in the form of a pentacle was not a pleasant place to keep a powerful demon, but Nathaniel seemed to play nice…so far. The backward looks he’d given the Puppet were few and far between. “I do not relish sarcasm. I am very familiar with both notions. I have played with each of them for years, and I will help you if you stop looking at me as if I were a showpiece.”
"Indeed, you are a wrath demon. Well, the wrath demon, but semantics, I suppose." the Puppet shrugs.
"As long as the runes in the pentacle are pristine, you'll find that you don't really have a choice in the matter. And as for escaping and ruining them? Forget about it. The magics sealing you are much more powerful and for more ancient than some whelp who's only recently ascended to his throne." she counters, in regards to all the rest of his statements, her hand buzzing with a redish-pink aura as she curls her fingers into a fist.
Nathaniel groaned from the boredom that was the Puppet. He had virtually nothing to do in this cage made of runes. This creature bored him to the point where he wanted to crack his skull open. "I find you keeping me here like a dog to be rude and improper. Your words and attitude towards me will not end well for you. I am not some pretty show dog for you to lay your eyes on." He stood, his hands pressed against the invisible force of the cage. A scowl twisted his face. "I know many ancient magics. I know many ancient, powerful magics. Get over your inflated self-esteem. Just because I have ascended to the throne recently doesn't mean I don't know shit." The king growled.
"And I find you in general to be rude and improper, and yet here we are. And neither will your words and actions, my dear captivated demon king." the Puppet sighs.
"You really don't know anything. There are multiversal evils so vicious and bloodthirsty they make you seem like a mewling kitten. There are ancient magics and covens none but the ancients and their students know. These runes binding you are not something you can just break out of if you wish, Nathaniel. If you really knew anything, you'd know that." she sighs, a flash of a much larger and vastly more incomprehensible form proving her words.
Nathaniel snorted at the Puppet's words. He found it silly that she reiterate his actions. "Are you surprised? I am a king, after all. Do you think we're not rude and improper?" He laughed. It was deep and raspy as any laugh of a psycho would be. "My words are just words, dear. Your words, may or may not, provoke me further. My fury is not fun to relish in." The king shifted uncomfortably around his cage. This pentacle could not hold up forever. He would have to be freed at some point. If this amalgamation wanted deeds to be done, he would need to be unleashed from this cage powered by runes. "Do not speak my name! If I want to release myself, I will do so! Nothing can stop me, especially not a yappy puppy such as yourself." Nathaniel shook his head, snarling at the Puppet. The physical embodiment of his anger flared under his skin. If you took a double take, one could swear they saw faint patterns on his skin.
"Well, I have known kings who are kind and wise. But I ended up killing them, since they bored me. You bore me too." the Puppet shrugs.
"And the unknown fury of a strange, unknown entity isn't terrifying to you?" she comments.
"Do it then. I think you can beat at those walls all you'd like, and nothing you do can help you escape." she chuckles, her form shifting and coalescing down to the vague shape of a fair lady, and yet the calcified skin on her body remaining.
Nathaniel crouched, studying the ancient runes that sealed him in the cage. Why would the creature keep him captive? That would further anger him and he would not work with the creature. "If you let me go, I wouldn't bore you further. But if I am kept here, I will continue to be boring. It is your choice." He moved his rough right hand over to a run. He couldn't reach it. His right hand had many hair-thin scars. "No. I haven't felt fear in years. What makes you think I would now?” Nathaniel folded his wings, playing with the markings on the floor. He tried to smudge and make them disappear. “Watch me try. I will not be on display forever. I am not a show animal! What makes you think I will help you!” The devil’s anger grew stronger until fiery patterns appeared all over his skin. His eyes glowed a bright, deep red.
"Either way, you'll live to be boring. So either way, you are boring. Which means that I am heavily inclined to not let you go in one piece if you don't simply agree to work with me. After all, I've lived for a long, long time. I can live for much, much longer." the Puppet tells Nathaniel.
"Well then you are a fool of a demon." she chuckles.
"Oh, I think you know why you will help me. If you don't, you die. Or I experiment on you, then you die." the Puppet smirks.
Nathaniel stood, wrath growing in his eyes. The fire patterns grew stronger, and his wings arched. He clawed at the invisible barrier. “I will break these runes of yours. I will set myself free of this prison. Then I will agree to work with you, freed and unshackled by the chains you hold against my throat. I will no longer be your show dog.” The demon squatted, he summoned a small old demonic knife and drove it into the center of a rune. He did his best to carve out the center. When one was broken, the others shouldn’t work. “I am not foolish. You are the foolish one, creature. You cannot keep the devil locked away in a small cage” He bared his fangs, breathing harshly. “I will not allow you to experiment on me. That is my job. There is nothing interesting to experiment on me.”
The Puppet watches with interest, and chuckles.
"Did you really think that would work?" she asks as the pentacle flares a bright, ugly red, incinerating the knife and starting to scorch Nathaniel. Only one rune had been destroyed, out of thousands. And it was only one of 50 that the demon king could reach.
"I make sure my playthings can't escape." the Puppet grins, the one baleful yellow eye turning a deeper, redder color as she steps closer to the pentacle.
Nathaniel let out a demonic roar. It echoed around the room, shaking the very foundation of the place he was trapped in. Nathaniel, however, was impervious to heat and flames. But the indication of heat upon his skin fueled his fury. “You fool! You have made a grave mistake trapping the king of Hell in these chambers. You have chosen a path of mistake and regret!” The king snarled at the Puppet, his body pressed against the limits of his cage. “I am not your plaything! You should be my plaything! You cannot pursue after me. YOU. WILL. NOT. TAME. ME!”
The Puppet doesn't even flinch, slowly expanding with cracking, squelching noises, the room losing all color and feeling, all textures and tastes flowing away like water in a volcano.
In the end, the room was a blank void with a pentacle and a demon, and something that was mind-bogglingly huge and tiny at the same time, joints and tentacles intersecting and connecting seemingly at random, faces appearing here and there, screaming in silent agony.
"And you have made the mistake of insulting a being far less forgiving than you, Nathaniel. You have made the mistake of believing yourself unbreakable, above even the gods. None are above the gods, not even me, but I am the one thing in this room that comes anywhere close to matching their power, yet I am still so far." a voice rings out, a cacophany of madness and rage beating against the demon king's mind.
Nathaniel looked around his new surroundings, a deep pit growing in his stomach. His wings lowered, folding in on themselves. The fiery patterns on his skin soon dissipated, and his eyes returned to their deep blue. The king's face scrunched up at the sight of the room, but he didn't break. Nathaniel sat nicely on the floor, staring into the distance, calming himself down. He was collecting his thoughts. "Far less forgiving? Sure. We can go with that. Unbreakable? I'm already broken, dear. Try again." He sighed. "Whatever you say. However, I will oblige to work with you and be part of your showcase. Or had that opportunity already past?" He laid on his back, staring at the ceiling, his wings wiggling underneath his weight.