Approaching Apocalypse [5 / N] Players

He grins, a wicked grin.

"I... am the god of everything! The rightful ruler of this land."

 

Alerts broke did anything happen to me?

 

"I am doubtful but to live, I shall worship you. If you speak truth, I will see."

 

Didn't see your reply.

"o-k then..."

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"Belive me, I speak only the truth."

You start to wake up, everything becomes blurry.

"Oh, and if you're wondering who to pray to, my name is..."

"Aarathon!"

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You hear a voice beloging to a woman or a child.

"Hey! Wake up!"

 

"Ugh."

 

"You should be fine, now I fixed your wounds."

...

"Though I would like to confirm your devotion to our lord. He gave you his name, right?"

 

"Oh, that guy in my head. Aarathon if I remember. His name was fading as I woke up."

 

"Yes..."

You can see that you're in a very small room. It looks like a cave, with it's entrance facing a large black stone wall.

There is a dim light coming from whoever you are talking to.

They look like a ghostly figure of a woman floating in the air.

She's wearing a dress down to her feet.

She has long hair down to here neck, and besides her eyes, she doesn't have a face.

She's glowing a faint blue color and is slightly transparent.

 

"What about you?"

The Edgelord shows himself

 

His face goes red.

"That's a bit emberassing subject..."

 

"That means i want to hear it even more"

 

"Ghost?"

 

"There are no ghosts here. Only the damned."

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He crosses his legs and and his arms. He blushes even more.

"Well... I used to be a slave... And my master had me preform some... 'special' kind of work..."

 

I start laughing

 

"So your a 'damned?' Is the Bismuth Box opening going to help save you?"

 

He raises his legs to his chest and lowers his head between his knees.

Spoiler: WARNING sligthly NSFW

"W-Well... Ona day my master was a bit rougher than usual. He was hitting and chocking me like he usually did, but that night he was really into it."

He hides his head even lower.

"A-And well... I started to black out from the lack of air, and in my state of fear, pain, anger? I grabbed a bottle of wine by the bedside table and... smashed it into my masters head. He recoiled back and screamed in pain, which then turned into anger."

He lifts his head back up.

"I grasped the neck of the bottle hard in my hand and with the broken end, started slashing at my masters neck and face."

...

"It took me a while before I realised what I have done. I just killed my master, this was an inexcusable behaviour. I had to ran away."

His eyes windened, he's so stiff that he looks like a statue.

"For the next three years I stumbled from street to street, doing... anything to get by. At that time I realised how good my life was under my master, even as a slave."

"Eventually I stumble upon mistress Golv. One of her underlings had brought me to her after I tried stealing from him. He said he thought about killing me, but decided that a fucktoy like me would be nice to keep around. And so they did keep me around."

He startts quivering.

"I was used everyday in there, in any way they pleased. Cmpared to what they did to me there, the way my master treated me was the most romantic thing in the world. I wasn't fed or even had a place to sleep, well.. except for when somebody decided to keep me for the night."

His look changes, he seems angry, no... determined?
"I had to start stealing food from the various assassins, but as you can imagine it's not that easy to steal from someone who's being paid for killing people. Probably the only reason why they didn't kill me was becouse there pretty much no women there, well... at least not any willing ones."

"Eventually I started becoming good at stealing, I was like a shadow moving swiftly throught the HQ. Eventually mistress Olv took notic of my abbilities. She offered me a job. I had to steal a piece of jewlery. A rather expensive piece of jewlery. The only catch was, the person that piece of jewlery belong to, was always displayed on the neck of that person. An said person was a royal, always surrounded by her guards. If I sucedded in my job, I would never bu used again and would find plenty of food and shelter, as well as coin to spare. And you know what? The royal didn't notice her necklace was missing until a week later."

Aryan relaxes himself.

"It's been seven years since I "joined" the Black Lotus organization. Ten since I killed my master. And finally my life is good."


"By the prophet, could you perhaps discuss things like that in a private area?! Anyway we're here. Good lord."


It's almost a sunset. Better get going.

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She laughes audibly.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no! The Bismuth Box will realse the Angels! There is no hope for us the prisoners. All we can do is fullfill master Aarathon's wishes. Now hold still."

She casts some kind of spell on you. You feel slightly better.

 

Lucien wipes the tears in his eyes from laughter "Grate story, I almost give a fuck" i get out of the cart

 

He looks angry and dissapointed, "Whatever... Let's just go."

You go to the beginning of the tunnel that Aryan dug.

"Okay, when we get inside we NEED to be as quiet as possible. I heard you like to go all out, but if they find us, they won't kill us, they'll capture us and use us for their expreiments. These guys DO NOT FUCK AROUND."

He motions his hand towards the entrance, "Ladies, first!"

 

"Fun fact. Most people who think they know how to tourture acctually suck at it" i cast silent step and go through

 

"Wait, the same angels that haven't attacked the Earth every 10,000 years or so?"