1st March 2013
04:17 GMT
So.
Hell.
I'm not really sure what part I'm in. I've read demonic texts which suggest that Dante had it dead right, and then others which mention regions and demonic notables that don't appear anywhere in his story. I half-assumed that any obvious political references -like the
Pope-pile-hole- were additions he made himself for his own intellectual satisfaction, while the rest…
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Contemptuous Refutation.
And that's something else that I wasn't expecting. Yes, I draw magic energy from my environment and use it to reinforce myself. To force it to conform to my nature. And then I can project it outwards to control or alter things that relate to that nature. And that's fine on Earth, and a little uncomfortable away from thaumically active places-
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-but here… It's aggravating. Hell…
Knows that I'm here-. No, that's anthropomorphising too much. The magic is reacting to someone drawing on it, and is trying to make me more demon-like as I make what I take more godly.
Huh. I just realised… I might be the first being to ever experience this. Human souls either break down or internalise it, but I'm instinctively absorbing it while still being alive. Good or evil, New Gods go to the Source when they die, and there's no obvious reason for any New God to have wandered through Earth's afterlives before.
Anyway, this part of Hell is… Physically, it's a stone castle, only the rooms and courtyards are larger than makes sense, and often contain natural features that wouldn't make sense in a castle. Also, the views of the 'outside' vary in a way that makes no sense if the dimensions were consistent and the general state of repair varies from 'crumbling' to 'couldn't slip a knife between the stones'. I've seen a few locals in the distance, though whether they're succubae, incubi or just damned souls I've got no idea. They don't appear to be paying me any attention, though whether that's because they don't know I'm here or because they know that I'm
way out of their weight class I don't know.
I come to a junction, and the thurible tugs to the right. I try to feel where it's taking-
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Contemptuous Refutation.
-me, and just get more hellish backchat. But that's why Mr. Constantine made it.
And what meets me is stone wall. I study-. No. I see. There's a gap around the edges, and a ring set in the centre. A test of strength? Awkward with one hand, but alright. I turn sideways, my free left hand grasping the ring while my right keeps the thurible in position. Take the strain and
lift…
And it doesn't move. I
might be able to brute force it, but it doesn't really make sense that Succubus Castle makes it hard for people to access the residents. You can't corrupt people through overwhelming carnal desire if they can't get to you, after all.
My eyes alight on the ring on my left ring finger.
I want to get in.
Runes drawn in vicious narrow slashes
shimmer on the iron ring, and then the light passes outwards through the cracks in the stonework. And as I try lifting again it's heavy but it actually moves, sliding upwards into the space within the wall. I-.
Ah, it's not locking in place. Okay, lift it as high as I can get it, get my… Shoulder under, hand off the ring-.
Yeah that's heavy. Hand… Pressing upwards against the underside of the stone 'door', move forwards and… Let it drop.
SLAM!
Okay, thurible is still tugging me
this way. And… Huh. This place looks like a… Training arena? Torture chamber? Bondage room? Some of the whips on the wall are those silly sadomasochism play things while others are semi-serious weapons. There's a raised platform in the centre of this… Courtyard, but I can see other courtyards leading off from-.
"We don't usually get visitors in here-" A hulking brute in plate and chain walks slowly towards me from the next courtyard over.
"-but I suppose you've got the build for it."
I think she's… Trying to saunter, to swing…
Her hips and tail, but her musculature and armour don't really lend themselves to that sort of motion. What little of her skin I can see appears to be grey-purple while the small amount of her face visible through the opening on her helmet is entirely feminine.
"So what is it? Pain? Rough…" She reaches out to fondle a chain wrapped in barbed wire with her left hand, leaving a trail of blood smeared along it from the cuts it makes in her finger tips.
"'Play'? Combat?"
I lift up the thurible, and watch as it tugs towards her.
"I'm looking for some people. Failing that, information."
"We aren't tour guides. This is a place of pleasure, whatever your pleasure happens to be."
"My pleasure is finding the lost brothers and sisters of my children while the Queen is distracted."
"And you think your children came here? It takes a long time for anyone not born of Hell to reach our level. Or do you think they are amongst our-"
She grabs an axe off the wall and brandishes it.
"-playthings?"
"
Staff, I suspect. And can you knock off the ridiculous stereotype thing? I'm trying to have a serious conversation."
She looks at me like she can't decide whether I'm serious or not.
"You came to the Punishment Grounds for a serious conversation? I thought warlocks like you were a myth. Do you also want to hold my hand while taking long walks along the beach?"
"I'm not a warlock and
no. A vampire and a succubus
somehow produced a brood of children. Some-."
"Wait." She lowers her axe slightly.
"You're here for them?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I adopted the children who still live. I am concerned for their siblings."
"I see. And you just tell me this?"
"If you tell me what I want to know, then you're implicated. The Queen would take it out on you as well as me. If you don't…" I draw my daiklave with my left hand. "I realise that this won't kill you in a permanent sense, but it should render you incapable of speech for long enough that it won't matter."
"Isn't that interesting. I thought that you looked strong. But that isn't enough to make me want to put my children in your care."
Ah.
"When the youngest didn't follow the eldest down here, I knew that something was wrong. I would have felt it if they fed themselves. Have you locked them in a dungeon somewhere, with metal grills welded to their faces?"
"No. I sent them to school to make friends."
"Fah! I birthed carnal wonders and you want to tame them?"
"I want them to live lives better than what you made them for. I want them to be
people and not
weapons."
"Then you don't understand what we're for." She reaches back and pulls the lash off the wall to supplement the axe.
"Perhaps when I kill you and bind your soul, I can present it to the Queen as a gift. And then she will release me to the Earth so that I can take back what is mine."
I heft my sword, snarling.
"Oh, I'm going to enjoy
this."