#my sin of sloth weighs heavy on my soul

[archangelofsacrifice]

Mostly a rambling vent post, FFXIV and the nature of mmos

So, I play a lot of FFXIV, and I'm far from like a god tier good player, but I AM a notably good player to some extent. I do savage content and have a mild interest in parsing and pushing myself to be better constantly. I can remember the flow of a fight, I can react fairly quickly to stuff I forget/am new to, and I'm usually pretty intuitive with figuring out mechanics.

I have a ton of fun in the high end raiding scene, but there's just this one little thing about it that really depresses me and just randomly hits me with being sad now and then.

I really enjoy blind prog for stuff... Just, a group of players sitting down and figuring out the fight together, no looking stuff up, no video guides, none of that shit... And there are other players that enjoy that. This isn't some woe is me, why does NO one play the game the way I like it to be played. I understand there are other blind prog enjoyers

But my friends aren't those people. The people I've grown attached to and enjoy playing the game with just, aren't that. So it's whatever, I still have tons of fun doing raids with them and I'm really excited for the last set of savage fights for EW and to do the fights with them.

I've basically given up on trying to do blind savage, I can't get enough of my current friends to do it, and meeting a new set of people that I click with and would enjoy that with... Would just be so exhausting...

But hey, below savage there's ex fights. They're in a mixed spot of, hard content for casual players, and anywhere from easy to hard for savage raiders.

A new ex fight dropped the other day and just... Day 1, nothing in party finder but groups saying stuff like "x guide" "watch this guide to join" "x strats" just... Really no groups just going blind....

I and my one friend that does enjoy blind content as well went to make a blind party since it's day 1 of the fight being out... We get an entire premade party that was just missing our roles to join us and fill the party instantly... We start the fight and... Despite it being blind... They instantly put up waymarkers for setting up stuff to help resolve mechanics... "We're blind too but we did one lockout and got to 60%" cool... Whatever... Between the move telegraphs and the waymarkers, most of the stuff is just kinda easy for me to put together at that point, and like, there's no sense of us working together to figure stuff out... 6 people just joined and instantly resolved all the earlier mechanics of the fight for us... They explain stuff as we wipe, they just, leave no room for us to figure it out..

And yeah we could have left but, it's not that serious, I didn't care THAT much about doing it blind, but I would have liked to ya know? I would have enjoyed the chance... But no, probably like 90% of the players don't care about blind and just want to clear the fights asap.

High end MMO fights have such cool puzzle like elements woven into the fights that would be amazing to tackle with your friends and try out different ways to resolve them... But if even one player just starts getting frustrated and annoyed... It's like the storm of pestilence infects people bit by bit... Someone lagging behind on understanding what to do becomes a point of arguing... People get mad and frustrated... It just turns into a mess... I hate it. It fills me with such sadness... I can't be in sync with my friends like I want to be... I can't find an entire group that's all on the same page... I know that's selfish of me to want, I know it's unreasonable and not likely to happen... I already know that but it still makes me sad you know?

#vent #ffxiv #mmorpg #personal #rambling #my sin of sloth weighs heavy on my soul

[obeymeaskme]

Obey Me!: Human and Demon Hearts!

A/N: I will be pinning a master list for ALL chapters uploaded, and adding links to said master list!

Chapter One: The Arrivals (2/2)

Word Count: 2213

Rating: 18+

Lights had filled the room. Purples, reds, greens, blues, yellows, golds, and pink flooded around the house like snakes searching for it's meal. Finding their targets still fast asleep, they coiled around their bodies until they were both covered head to toe. In almost an instant their bodies were swallowed whole, and the colored fog had disappeared as soon as they arrived. Leaving no one in their wake. Just the house. Empty of any breathing soul.

Through the closed eyes of the young girls, the colors still swirled. They were almost hypnotized by it. To each of their own the colors formed happy dreams, calming scents, and other promising visions. Even then, a black haze had started taking over. Though they were not awake their bodies had felt the shift and difference in their surroundings. Their skin no longer felt the soft warm beds. Now they lay flat on their backs upon two cushioned slabs. The air around them had grown hot, and uncomfortable. Their dreamy visions had finally faded to black, the panic set in, and they opened their eyes. Fully hoping their dreams turned into a nightmare. Concern and paranoia had set in as they shot up and locked eyes on each other. Fear evident in their faces.

Thoughts of cults and kidnappings came from their mouths as they tried so hard to figure out where they were. A loud and controlling voice echoed from nearby. They turned to the voice only to be met with seven uniformed men sitting under a high pedestal where another man sat, dressed in red. Noelle was first to stand up, her shaking feet feeling the stone cold ground that sent a shock through her body. Instantly, she stretched an arm out in front of Bella to protect her. The height difference between Noelle and Bella seemed comical to the seven men sitting at ground level, as various snickers and smirks were targeted towards them. The man above them speaking out again.

“Please, Don't be so afraid! You were brought here with good reason, and pure intentions!”

“What? Are you gonna brainwash us or something? Cause that would be the only "good reason" I can think of....”

Noelle spat back at the man, but shrunk slightly as he stood up, and frowned. Feeling looked down on, the girls tried to walk backwards for a door, but they only found the slabs they had woken up on.

“There will be no brainwashing, and you're more than welcome to leave at any time you desire. But only if you agree to change into more formal clothing, and listen to what I have to say...”

Noelle had yelped at the additional person who seemed to have been already standing by their side waiting, and holding on to clothing. A pleading look on his face had the girls silently agreeing to play along. Within the small amount of time they got dressed they seemed to have shaken off the general shock. Both of them seemed to admire the large banners decorated with different animals. They hung above the seven men in what was perceived as their rankings.

The silence that fell was broken too soon by the man in red who was obviously the leader of the group, and the silent servant who offered them clothes had stood next to him. Everyone now was on the same ground level.

“Let us try this again. I am Lord Diavolo, and you are the current hosts at the Royal Academy of Diavolo. Also known as RAD...”

“I knew it! It's a cult!”

Noelle exaggerated, and ruffled her nappy hair as a couple chuckles echoed around them. Her reaction almost lightened the mood.

“Not quite. I am the soon to be Heir of Devildom. The more civilized section of Hell's Layers. Or what some Humans tend to call the Underworld.”

The girls shook their heads in confusion. And for a few seconds they both looked at each other. Unsure if the truth was being told, but if it was...

“Wait... You said RAD. Oh dear god no. We tossed those out! We never gave them back to that creepy old lady! SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW US!”

Noelle seemed to panic as more and more irrational thoughts spewed out. A hand was placed on her shoulder, and she shrunk under the large man's touch. She reached back for Bella, but Bella had already backed away, fear seeping into her face.

“Those papers you filled out were connected to the ones in my office. As you filled those out, it carved ink into the papers here was well. Infused with my own magic. We call it Bleeding Applications. The main goal of my academy is to get an understanding of humans, demons, and angels in order to one day have peace between the three realms.”

Relaxing, Noelle nodded and looked back at Bella. Silently telling her that it's okay to get closer. She frowned as Bella shook her head no and opted to sit on the slab instead.

“Why us? We thought it was just a joke. What if we lied on those papers?”

“Well did you?”

“... No...”

“Perfect! I'd like to personally welcome you to the program! That is... If you agree to stay...”

A discussion took place about the new house they just bought, and their new lives they would miss out on. The teal haired servant that had guided the girls earlier was known as Barbatos. He was given the job to see that the newly acquired house would be taken care of as needed, and their payment would be completely paid off if they agreed to the program, and succeeded in staying. “But in hell?” Thought Noelle. “That's close to a death wish”. And as if her mind was read, they were introduced to the seven men who have been secretly judging them this whole time.

As the introductions went along it was revealed they were not just demons, or the school's council members, but they were all brothers. Lucifer. The eldest, who seemed to be the most put together, was the Avatar of Pride. Red eyes, and neatly kept black hair giving him a devilish charm, but an arrogant one as well. Mammon. The Second born who had made the most noise and laughter, and was obviously looking down on the girls. White hair, and unnatural blue eyes said trust, but he was the Avatar of greed. One to watch out for. The third born seemed bored of the whole situation, and would look away when either girl made eye contact. Dark lilac hair, with shiny orange eyes; the avatar of Envy. That was Leviathan. Fourth born, Satan, had given both the girls unwanted shivers as he was the Avatar of Wrath. The blonde hair and greenish blue eyes were comforting, but told them to run and hide. The fourth born, Asmodeus, was drilling holes into the girls with his own set of orange lush eyes. The mention of Lust made them both frown and slightly cringe as a quick wink was sent their way. Sandy hair was swept to the side flamboyantly. The last two were a set of twins. A redhead and a black haired male who's bangs were dyed white, and they shared purple eyes. Neither seemingly bored, or interested in the meeting. They were Beelzebub; Avatar of Gluttony, and Belphegor; Avatar of Sloth.

A bell rang out as soon as introductions were done, and everyone but the first born (Lucifer) had left. Stomachs growled and the girls looked around, avoiding his stare. Becoming impatient he walked by them. Nose in the air, and not bothering to even look at them.

“If you decide to follow me, I am heading to the cafeteria where we will give you a list of things you may want to avoid eating while you stay here. That is, if you have the gall to...”

Gulping they followed. The Cafeteria was empty, and it was no surprise to any of the demon brothers. As their food was handed to them, they both grimaced at the purple sludge consistency in front of them. They were soon forced to eat it, especially if they planned on eating any other foods that may contain poison. As much of the food in Devildom seemed to consist of. Soon after their crash course the girls were left to their own devices, and did their best to talk amongst themselves. Their decision to stay or leave weighed heavy.

Upon agreeing to stay, Lucifer seemed rather pleased with the news. The first genuine smile the girls had seen from him. It was then their task to talk with the brothers and decide who they chose as a tutor, who would also act as a guide.

Bella had immediately followed Noelle, and they first talked to the youngest, thinking that they would be the easiest to get along with. While they were not wrong about it, Bella seemed to relax more with the Sins of Gluttony, and Sloth. It became apparent that it was a two for one deal, and Noelle had stepped back to visually analyze her choices. By which she just looked at the remaining choices and their current activity. Satan and Asmodeus was almost an immediate no go. She feared she'd anger the wrath god, or be seduced. Neither of those were a good thing for her, or her mental health. Then her eyes laid upon Leviathan. The name stuck from TV shows she's watched in the past. Furthermore she couldn't help but recognize the hand held device in his hands.

Walking up to him with a bit more confidence, she sat beside him, and watched him for a few seconds. She recognized the sounds of Mario Kart being played. Perking up she waited for him to be seemingly done with his race.

“You know, I'm kind of a fan of racing games.”

Leviathan had rolled his eyes and gave her a frowning glare. It was obvious he didn't want to be bothered at this time. But before the conversation could continue, the bell rang, and Lucifer arose from his seat, his brother's watching him for instructions.

“I'm glad to see that you two have finally made your decision on your tour guides, and over all protectors-”

Noelle heard a quiet protest come from Leviathan, which was quickly shut down by Lucifer's glare.

“-Though they are now assigned to be your guides, this does not mean you must befriend them, or be attached at the hip. They have duties and hobbies of their own, and I expect you both respect that. Feel free to reach out to any of the brothers with questions. Now with that being said, you may head back to the council room, and collect your personal belongings, and devices.”

The bell had rung, but an eternity set in as Lucifer explained to them on how they were to settle in. Eventually they had collected a few bags of personal items, and enough clothes to get through the week. On top of that, they were given an allowance for other necessities, and any other luxuries they desired. It also turned out that the demons Bella and Noelle had been assigned were also key to their class schedule. Bella's classes consisted of study halls, history classes, along with a gym class. The final class earning a shared groan between Belphegor and Bella.

Noelle had a small bit of luck with more hands on classes such as dark arts, an actual art class, and potions. Though the tour between classes with Levi as her guide consisted more of him complaining about some 'Normie' having to follow him around. Noelle made mental notes of some complaints as to not make him mad.

The tours finally came to an end, and they were led to the House of Lamentation. A large Mansion where the Brothers lived, and where the Girls would be hosted for the school year. Dinner had passed by and soon the girls were brought to their rooms.

They hardly had time to admire the Gothic design of the home, as the girls split ways at the top of the stairs. Bella had taken a spare room closest to them, but Noelle had made her way down the hall. Leviathan had made a comment about how he's literally two doors across the hall from her room. He wasn't the nicest it seemed, as more insults of having to 'babysit' was made. An even bigger groan was made as he opened the door. It was a rather large storage room, that apparently Mammon was supposed to clean out before any new students arrived.

Arrangements were quickly made, and it seemed like Noelle would be staying in the living room until the storage space was cleared out. The darkness surrounded Noelle as Leviathan had left her alone rather quickly to go read Manga. Even though Noelle had expressed her fondness about the Japanese comics, it reached deaf ears, but was still greeted with a small 'whatever'. The night washed out the remaining lights. And Sleep was surprisingly attainable.

#obey me: human and demon hearts #obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphagor

[hellishvu]

The Release of the Devil: volume 1

thank you for 100 followers!! have this series as a gift of love! enjoy my 100 sinners *･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*

— where you’re actually satan, and you meet the 7 members trying to fix their sin or else you will take their soul.

My heart weighs heavy carrying the burden of my sins. — Rlfive

“Where the hell am I?” Namjoon wakes up in a dark dense room, where all he can see is red aura around a human and dark red eyes.

“Oh Namjoon you finally woke up jesus. Wait can I say that?” The dark figure laughed as he turned on the lights of the room, Namjoon saw 6 other figures laying on the ground unconscious.

“Welcome to.. well it’s not hell, it’s more of a... limbo.”

“Wh-Where I am?” Another male wakes up as the figure with horns walks towards him, raising his chin up.

“I bet you had sweet dreams Yoongi.” He smirked as Yoongi backed away, feeling the unnerving look.

“Well I’m satan! But you can call me Y/N. I know the rest of you aren’t awake so I’ll keep explaining for later.” You winked as you shifted through the door that was made of pure blackness.

“We should wake up the others.” Yoongi said to Namjoon as they both nodded in agreement as they slowly but surely woke up everyone. Some reacting as of yelling and others being utterly confused but quiet.

“What do you mean we don’t know where we are?!” Taehyung yelled out as he stood up banging on the walls to hear no sound come back sending chills down the spine of all of them.

“Holy shit, stop banging on the walls. I’m here I’m here.” You shifted yourself through the wall, seeing all of them with widen eyes seeing your horns fully grown and your claws on your fingers.

“Oh I see everyone is clearly awake. I’ll get to explaining before you think I’m here to torture you or something.” You said as you leaned on the wall.

“You’re in Limbo, not Hell or Heaven matter of fact. You are all at your worst part of your life, rock bottom but with the kindness of my black soul. I’m here to get your shit together and give all of you a second chance.” You said as you walked towards Jimin seeing him slowly back up. You grabbed him raising his shirt up.

“Here. “ You pointed at the top of his abdomen. “You all represent a sin. Lust, Wrath, Greed, Envy, Pride, Sloth, and Gluttony. When you talk about your sin, trust me you will know which one belongs to you. They will appear on your body, and you all can help eachother, whatever humans do. Kill eachother, or talk it out, or whatever fits your pie.”

“But why? Why are you doing this?” Jungkook raised his head up from not being able to make eye contact with you.

“Well, who knows. Maybe I’m nice JK.” You snickered at his nickname, him being shocked at how you know.

“I know all your deepest secrets, I’ve seen worse of course but that’s why you’re not in the burning hell. You have a chance to not go? I don’t need more people to put to work.”

“What if we don’t follow through what you plan?” Hoseok asks as you squatted down to their level as they were still sitting on the cold floor from sleeping.

“Then I get a hard consequence, when you don’t have a successful attempt at a task such as an apology accepted, I will most likely end up dead if you keep doing it as it causes damage to me overtime. So to keep myself from dying I will have to take your soul to replenish on what I lost.”

“Now any questions?”

“Are we going to stay in this room?” Jimin asked.

“No that’s rude to my guests. You all have rooms, I will chose one of you tomorrow about how to tackle your sin. Be prepared even if you aren’t chosen. Get to know eachother also.” You said as you opened the door pulling the entire door with your red aura seemlessly disapearing into the darkness.

“What the fuck.” Seokjin whispered under his breath.

They all looked at eachother to see which one would be the first to stand, who even had the strength to stand. The door was open to a pitch dark hall, they all swallowed as Jungkook had stood up.

“Well we are going to be starve here if we don’t.. move.” Jungkook says as he slowly walks up to the door, looking both ways before taking his first step. The floor glows around his foot, tell him where to take the next step.

“Jeon Jungkook: Room 301.” Jungkook whispers as he read on the floor before following the steps to a door.

Once all of them see that Jungkook didn’t die, they all rose to their feet slowly walking with the glow of their steps leading them. All of their names and room numbers display.

Jungkook is the first one to open the door and he sees an entire living space to top to bottom. A full kitchen that is stacked, a living space, and stairs going up to their rooms. Jungkook looked out of the windows, to only see nothing but black. The rest see the home and break ways exploring the home.

Namjoon discovers a door, not like the others. Painted red while the others were brown. The title on the door “Release your Sins with Satan uwu” Namjoon couldn’t hold back giggling as this guy, or even the guy was odd that was the least he can say. The door had a massive lock on it and the outline of the door was concrete rounding the door.

“Hello Namjoon.” You had snuck up on him as he gasps and turns around. You snicker as you walk up to the door.

“Yeah there’s a lot more crying then talking in this room.” You slide your hand on the carved into title. You turn your head to Namjoon.

“I just hid it with the title. Half the time people don’t even know UwU is a face.” You smile Namjoon seeing your sharp teeth.

“You’ve done this to multiple people?” Namjoon asked as curiosity took over.

“Yeah, you guys are probably my 10th group. 70 people in counting. I’m pretty new at this.”

“Have you almost died yet?”

“Oh jeez, Namjoon. There was a stubborn basterd, then again she was Wrath so what more could you expect. I took her soul.” You showed Namjoon an orb that was hooked on your side, seeing the soul of the women burning red with the embers of fire.

“I am Kim Seokjin, hello.” Seokjin shakes hands with another male, seeing that they are in the same situation might as well get along somehow.

“I am Kim Taehyung. Nice to meet you Seokjin.” Taehyung reaches out his hand to feel Seokjin oddly cold hands but he paid no mind to it.

“What is your sin?” Seokjin asks as Taehyung leaned on the couch, trying to hide his discomfort.

“I don’t know what’s yours?” Taehyung raised a brow seeing such a personal question asked so quickly.

“Sloth. I guess you can say I get pretty bored easily.” Seokjin teases Taehyung almost like he’s telling him that he has more pride to tell his sin.

“First step is acceptance isn’t it.” Seokjin snickers, as the door opens seeing Jungkook peek in.

“H-Hello.”

“Oh the famous Jungkook. Hello, have a seat I’m not satan don’t be afraid of me, but we are sharing our sins, Taehyung didn’t want to but I am Sloth.” Seokjin laughs as he sees Jungkook sit on the leather couch.

“You act like you’re him.” Taehyung snarky remark makes Seokjin scuff.

“Does that mean your tattoo should appear?” Jungkook asks hoping the tension can be dulled down if he can change the topic.

“I would assume so.” Seokjin rises his button up t-shirt seeing the faint words of “Sloth” appear on his skin. Seokjin pulled his shirt down once it was clearly shown.

—

“You’re Yoongi aren’t you? The one that woke me up? I’m Jung Hoseok” Hoseok waved at Yoongi as he had turned around to stop looking out of the pure black window sky. Yoongi smiles and offers his hand.

“Yeah, nice to meet you Hoseok.” Yoongi says as he turns back to the window, Hoseok stepping towards the window along side Yoongi.

“Who knew one day I’m working then the next I’m here in another dimension.” Hoseok snickered as he brought out his wallet seeing his worker ID.

“What do you do?” Yoongi asks as Hoseok puts his wallet back in his back pocket.

“I’m a detective.” Hoseok shows his badge feeling the pride of his job. Hoseok puffs out his chest as Yoongi’s eyes glowed.

“Can you change this black window? It’s sad to look at.” Hoseok says as he looks around near the windows, seeing an box of settings to change it. Some windows change to an ocean, forest, farmland, and space.

“Do you really think he’s going to give us another chance?” Yoongi asks as he looked down to his old dirty boots that he’s worn for who knows how long.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, is he just playing with us like a toy to just steal our soul? He’s satan after all.” Yoongi

“Rude, how can you doubt me Yoongi?” You had shifted through the wall hearing their conversation before you had entered the room.

“You’re satan, for starters.”

“Call me Y/N! Satan this, satan that, it gets boring just call me Y/N. Act like I’m a therapist that.. can just shift through walls and steal your soul!” You expressed your care even though you had your horns and claws visible with the hand gestures you had done.

“Okay that’s not helping your case.” Hoseok crosses his hands leaning against the wall.

“You know what- Dinner is ready.” You said as you opened the door hoping they would follow through, seeing the kitchen full of cut vegetables and cooked meat. The main course being spaghetti. Hoseok and Yoongi saw the rest of everyone being in the kitchen.

“Ta da!” You did jazz hands as they all looked at their plates seeing the pitch black plates and the dark red utensils.

“Is it poisoned?” Jimin asks as he sat down in the kitchen which lead all of them to sit down also, sitting on the islands of the kitchen.

You sighed eating the spaghetti in front of them showing them it isn’t poisoned. “See no poison! Plus it’s hard as fuck to get poison in Limbo.”

Names were finally exchanged with everyone, as some had thanked before eating while others ate immediately not knowing how long they haven’t aten. You leaned against a counter watching them interact, you even snickered at some jokes that Seokjin said along the dinner.

“So... Sat-... Y/N how did you chose us?” Namjoon asks as he drinks the home made juice that you made with water. Just because you’re satan doesn’t mean you got money.

“Well, I look at a lot of people, if you felt a cold presence before. That was me watching you, usually in the act of your sin and then after and see how you handle with that. If I see you have a small spark of hope in your soul I write your name down and I basically do that with millions of people. I chose you 7 because you all feel like you are all star-crossed friends that never got the chance to meet.”

All of them look at eachother trying to see if they remember seeing eachother but they’ve been so deep in their struggles and problems that faces don’t register. You see everyone finishing up, placing their plates on top of eachother and utensils. You grabbed the large stack and place them in the sink, leaving the washing for later.

“So last thing, for tonight. Tomorrow I will chose one of you, randomly doesn’t matter who made more snarky comments or treated me like a king. It’s random, you have to tell me your sin and reasons and who you hurt. So prepare for your soul to be split open. It’s better if you work with me, I’m not going to share any of the information you tell me unless you tell the others. Don’t be afraid to cry, I see it a lot I won’t judge you.” You said as all of them were paying close attention. They were still on high alerts, it was natural as they got up walking up the stairs. Looking at their doors and the others in the hall, before opening it and entering.

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A/N: welcome to my new series!! fkskdk i’m so exicted for this and this is the first chapter! I hope I can make this series good and constant because I’m not very good at chapter writing! but fingers crossed!! Also!! I mean no harm to any person that is religious or any of that sorts!! If this content is offense i am very sorry!! you may look for my other content down below :)

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#bts x male reader #kpop x male reader #bts #bts jin #bts jhope #bts jungkook #bts namjoon #bts rm #bts seokjin #bts v #bts suga #bts yoongi #bts taehyung #bts hoseok #bts jimin

[evolutionsvoid]

She had tried to live her life just like every other normal person, but it seemed that the universe despised her existence.  Ever since the beginning, life wasn't fair and fate wasn't kind. She had come from a broken family, a home filled with misery and regret. When she was young, she hated her mother for what she put her through. For all the sorrow and pain that seemed to fill every corner of the house. For the longest time she wished that her mother would just die, so that all the misery could come to an end. When fate listened to her words, however, she found no peace or relief. The one thing she had in this world was now gone, and she was cast into a cruel sea. Though she was now alone, tragedy and betrayal were never far behind. Whatever happiness she sought, she would never find. Whatever home that greeted her, would inevitably cast her out. Even as she grew older, the hand of fate continued to grind her beneath its thumb. No one would welcome her into their doors, and no one would come to bring her comfort. She was an outcast, a victim of the world that people pitied but then quickly forgot. Life was agony to her, and she wished for the slightest bit of relief. Perhaps it was this wish that placed her before that bizarre object. A strange thing found in the discarded, unwanted corners of life. When she placed the odd trinket around her neck, she found a sudden peace. A calmness of the mind that she had never known. For the first time in her life, the pain was gone and the haunting memories were locked away. With this new found serenity, she could at last work to help improve her lot in life. To finally have the strength to take the punches fate dealt and continue forward with uncaring determination. Though this change did not mean she was instantly flooded with money and love, it did mean that she finally had control. Or so she thought. Little did she know that the memories and pain did not simply vanish, but instead were driven so deep down inside her that she would never find them. Cast into a bottomless pit that hid within. The calmness granted to her by the necklace kept her ignorant to this black hole, which she took as a blessing. This gift, however, turned foul when the yawning pit began to consume more than just misery and regret. Other memories began to fall, and her emotions slowly drained away into the endless void. Peace turned to apathy, then to lethargy. She no longer could even find the drive or care to leave her bed, as the weight of this emptiness began to crush her. Even the beloved necklace grew heavy on her neck, weighing her down more and more. In time, she was bound to Sloth's Chain and was fully lost to the uncaring void. What remains of her now is little more than a living statue. A monolith of flesh and stone, forever standing still. No thoughts or cares exist in her mind, as she doesn't even have that. The only evidence of life she has is the slow, heavy sound of her breath, and the occasional lull of her useless limbs. This mindless construct stands vigil within a city of stone, a land consumed by her draining power. Though she has no claws or fangs, or great weapons to slay and intimidate, she easily devours any who dare walk into her lifeless home. From her body emanates an infectious apathy, which permeates every frozen structure and carcass. Those who walk within the range of her power will begin to feel a slight numbness in their body. It will only be just a little bit, hardly enough for one to worry over. In time, though, the numbness will sink deeper into the flesh and the mind. The traveler will soon forget why they entered this city or what they were doing, though such forgetfulness will not concern them in the slightest. As they continue to soak in her aura, thoughts and cares for the future will fade, and they shall grow quite tired. They will not worry at all about this sudden bout of lethargy, as they shall believe that they just need a little nap. When they wake up, then they will do something about all this. Sadly, if they do succumb to this sleep, they shall never wake. During their slumber, the rest of their mind will be sucked from their body, pulled into her hollow shell. Slipping into a coma, they shall sleep for days and weeks, their flesh and clothes slowly hardening into stone. In time, they shall become like the many statues that litter the streets and homes, frozen figures empty of all life and care. All that dwell within this dead land shall succumb to her power, as even the grass and water have become like stone. Many fear her power, despite the fact she does not move or hunt for souls. Perhaps it is the odd fact that she somehow still claims victims, despite the many warnings and dangers. Some may be warriors who come to slay the beast, but quickly forget their mission and become one with the city. Some may be thrill seekers or travelers, who seek to see the frozen city with their own eyes. Or maybe her power extends past the stony fields of grass, drawing in weak minds with promises of peace and calm. One can never know the how or why, as she had lost those simple concepts long ago...               ---------------------------------------------- Just one more artifact of the sins to go! Sloth had to be the toughest one to develop, as I didn't want to go with the basic fat and sluggish looking creature route. What helped was the fact that sloth doesn't just mean "lazy," but it can also mean "uncaring" and "unfeeling." So I figured something stone-like would do the trick! Speaking of stones, I took this opportunity to use the design of my Stone of Madness for this one!

#sloth #sin #seven deadly sins #monster #creature #chain #art #drawing

[the-doll-house-xo]

[Got] 7 Deadly Sins: Sloth

What was the point?

What was the relevance of having the days follow each other when you were immortal, destined to live until the end of time itself?

Why was it a big deal that I didn’t do His task on time when there were so many that could have done it instead of me?

I had so many brothers and sisters up there that I was just a tiny drop in a rainstorm.

When Father created time, I was in charge of making it go by for the mortals.

Seconds turning into minutes. 

Minutes turning into hours. 

Hours into days. 

Days into weeks. 

Weeks into seasons. 

Seasons into years.

It was such a tedious routine to me that I had to find something to kill time, ironically enough. The only things I liked were what humans called spring and summer. The flowers in bloom carpeting the ground and trees with vibrant colors; the sun shining brightly up in the sky, its warm rays illuminating the lands his Father had created; the birds chirping happily welcoming the warmer temperatures to which I found myself singing along with absentmindedly… I loved it all so much that I didn’t want the day to end, making the sun go down later than it normally would, and when it did, I would make it as beautiful as I could painting the skies in different hues of blue, orange, pink, and yellow. It was all so aesthetically pleasing to me, adding to the inner peace I felt inside.

However, Father did not like me procrastinating at all. He said that I had a very important task at hand, that even though he appreciated the work I did with beautiful sunsets, sweet dawns, and bright daylight, I needed to keep in mind that it all wasn’t for my own leisure and that if I were to break the balance of time, it could have very bad consequences for humans.

“Everyone has his or her purpose, Youngjae. But not all of you have the same capacities and needs. Humans are mortals, and mortals measure time with the passing of days. That is how they know when to rest, when to be productive, and how to live life in general. Wouldn’t it be selfish to deprive them of that because of our own motives?”, Father told me with a saddened gaze before he stripped the wings off of me.

It wasn’t a punishment, he said. I needed to understand the importance of time and in order to do so, I had to spend it amongst the people that lived based on the passing of days.

That is how I found myself here on Earth.

My thoughts briefly drifted, shifting from my exile to my brothers.

I knew they were having it just as bad as me, if not worse.

Mark was the first one to succumb, the love he had for the flesh not wanting to be second to the love he should have for the soul. Easy to get the two confused, because Lust feels like love until it’s time to make a sacrifice…

Jaebum was never one for patience. Whenever he felt some sort of injustice, he would not hesitate to get his message across. Problem was, he would make up in Wrath what he wanted in reason.

And when it comes down to the two youngest ones, well… I guess I shouldn’t be thinking about this right now.

We think ourselves so different from humans. We think we are more deserving, that we have fewer defects and more virtues when really we have much more in common than we are willing to admit. The only difference really is that we have much more time on our hands to commit our sins, some more to dwell on them, and some to spare to ask for forgiveness.

Currently, I had reached my phase of dwelling. But even that was a task I wasn’t willing to fulfill. Instead, here I am wasting away as the clicking noise of the mouse has now become the new melody my ears were accustomed to. My eyes follow the moving images on the screen as if losing sight of them would imply some great loss. All I can hear is the sound effects of the game I am playing, the noise canceling headphones I am wearing isolating me from the rest of the world that was actually being productive.

I can almost see Father shake his head in disapproval at the sight of me wasting away, his tone heavy with disappointment.

Suddenly, someone barged into my room, throwing the door open. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Who they were, rather. I could sense them and their aura. The only thing that put me off was that I felt three muddy auras, but it couldn’t be the youngest ones as they had left our apartment in Seoul not too long ago. That could only mean…

“Wow… Father really is on a rampage lately, huh?” I commented nonchalantly not detaching my gaze from the computer screen, shifting the headphones so that one ear was now free. Three of my older brothers had all gave in to their own sins, even Jackson.

But where was the oldest?

“Where are Bambam and Yugyeom?”, Jaebum asked. As usual, never beating around the bush.

“Out”, I responded simply with a weak shrug.

“Must be nice. Always out and about without a care in the world”, Jinyoung spoke, a bitter undertone to his voice.

“Can you at least look at us when we speak?”, Jackson interjected, irritated by the lack of attention received.

With a sigh, I removed the headphones I had on and turning my chair around to face them, a blank expression on my face.

Last time I saw them, I was looking at them from the shelter of the Heavens, Jackson still being up there with me.

Now they were in front of me, looking like they were dressing their sin after losing their wings and ethereal clothes, their features hard and fierce.

“Where’s Mark?”

A scowl crept across Jinyoung’s face as he answered, “He’s busy”.

There was more to this story I was sure of it, but it wasn’t why they were here.

“We need to talk. It is about time for a decision to be made”, Jaebum spoke up, his serious gaze piercing through mine. “Let the other two kids know that as soon as they come back. Times have changed, and we need to fend for ourselves as Father turned his back on us”

“He didn’t turn his back to us. He loves us. He just wants us to understand-”, Jinyoung tried to defend but he was quickly interrupted by an irritated Jaebum.

“Silence! Don’t deny what he did. It was his choice. Anyway, we will be back in three days. Then, we will talk”, the second eldest concluded before he left, soon followed by the other two.

Matters seemed gravely urgent. Now I felt like the world was weighing down on me with all the force of its gravity.

True, Father did love me. Us. He never looked pleased about having to strip us of our wings, symbol of our pure and immortal status. Now we were tainted by sin.

But would sin be the end of it? Or the start of the path to redemption..?

- Admin Dream

“Men make up in wrath what they want in reason”

- William R. Alger

“Lust feels like love until it is time to make a sacrifice"

- unknown

#admin dream #the 7 deadly sins #g7network #choi youngjae #got7 series #got7 youngjae #got7 scenarios #got7 angst #got7 au #got7 smut #kpop smut

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ancestry: human | demigod | god | mythic creature | force of naturevices: pride | greed | lust | envy | gluttony | wrath | slothvirtues: prudence | justice | temperance | courage | faith | hope | charitystone: garnetplant: apple mintcharacter sketch: you are a curse. you ride a skeleton horse called pestilence, you wear a heavy crown called conscience, and you wield two swords - crime and punishment. with crime, you cut down those who have been cursed to suffer at no fault of their own - except that they pissed off the wrong person. who happened to summon you, trade their soul as part of the deal, and have you do the dirty deed to taking out their nemesis. with punishment, you cut down those who do deserve to be cursed, those with souls dirtier than charcoal and hands red with blood. you know to hunt these people down, as the wind brings their name to your ear, and your crown begins to weigh heavier with their sins on your mind. of course, man loves life, and many attempt to escape your blade even when common sense dictates it impossible. they shed their names and shed their lives like a serpent sheds its skin, and bury themselves in a new life somewhere remote and removed. alas, your horse runs swifter than anything alive, as what spreads faster than a plague amongst men? and soon you are right before the soul you seek. many beg for mercy and grovel at your feet. some put up a fight - but can someone really win against the inevitable? no. sometimes you are merciful, and a fell swoop of a blade ends this miserable existence before your eyes. but other times, it isn’t enough, and you cast a spell upon them - illness, paranoia, untrustworthiness, hunger, thirst, decay - all the weapons of nature and supernature are yours to command; for you are the lord of flies, the king of blood, the priest of revenge, and the prince of suffering. life as a curse is, however, often lonely, as man and god alike distance themselves from you in fear of you. but that is hardly necessary, as not all curses are evil and malevolent - some are necessary and deserved - and no distance can save them from you.favours: perun, montumisfortune: chronossong: bury me face down by grandson

reb celebrates 300

#callron #the tsar's company of hussars #owl post #answered

[archivesdiveronaevents]

ACT II SCENE I

Date: March 3rd

Time: 10:30 PM

Location: The Dark Lady

He sat at the helm, one body, one head, one crown and one seat for him to fill when there had once been two. Was it rather tasteless of him to host Verona’s annual auction in a period that called for mourning and respectful grief? Perhaps. See, there is no reconciliation between deities, even when there is the death of a respected equal. One or the other must prevail. The laity care not for who the victor is; all they are meant to do is serve and leave their gifts of homage. They understand that just because one god has died, the city need not mourn for too long -- the world continues spinning, sinners keep on sinning, and the devil has more hands to shake and souls to snatch. There are more deaths to ensure and powers to crumble, more politicians to pocket and vengeances to exact. It is fitting, then, that the devil’s business meetings be conducted in a den of inequity. Not just any old den, no, Satan’s new palace must be befitting of his new power, which is why Cosimo Capulet called for the auction to be held at the Dark Lady.

Tonight he is the dictator of the depraved, the overseer of the overzealous.Though he sits in the corner of the room, watching the night unfold from the comfort of a secluded booth, it seems as if everyone takes care to move around -- as careful to work themselves around his pull as planets do orbiting the sun. Even celestial bodies are subject to the pull of the powerful; humans are no better. To his right the Capulets revel in the night, still drunk upon the victory that Fate dictated for them. How could they feign grief when the man that had taken away their brothers-in-arms -- bled them out and gutted them like pigs time and time again -- was now six feet under with nothing to his name save for a crumbling empire and an equally deteriorated son? Their loud, lewd howls can be heard throughout the club, the dark giggles of their escorts clear as crystals. Truly, a melody that carried with it the song of indecency would likely be sung throughout the night.

To his left lingered the Montagues, their eyes ceaselessly shifting about as they stirred uneasily like the ocean before a storm -- water seemingly still and calm, but beneath it lies a dark and vengeful darkness that will doubtlessly arise the moment the water begins to ripple. All it would take is a single drop. Their soldiers slipped in and out of the shadows, watchful of the unbridled zeal with which the Capulets celebrated. Captains murmured and talked among themselves, eyes glancing up every once in awhile either in the direction of the little songbird that crooned a deceptively sweet tune. The newly christened underboss, Lawrence Vernon, surveys the captains and never wanders too far from his boss, his shoulders square even as a whole new set of duties and responsibilities weigh him down. A lion who need not roar for the jungle to fear him. Around Roman gathered the emissaries, soft whispers traded among them as the Montague boss ducked his head to listen. Even in mourning a revolutionary’s work was never quite done, now was it? Every once in awhile Rafaella and Vivianne would glance over at him, the king with the bloodied crown.

If only his crown were the only thing that would be bloodied tonight…

Smoke hung low and heavy in the Dark Lady, making the red lacquered walls, as red as a lady of the night’s lips, and the strangers in the room seem as enticing and lush as a lover’s embrace. The lights that lit the corners and caverns of the place did not seem to be there as a means of illumination, but intoxication. They drew the eyes to the dancers, people draped in threads and jewels, their bodies glimmering as they danced on their platforms -- the movements being the only form of worship that they know. Oh, how Dionysus himself would have loved to drop from the heavens to lavish in this sinful parade. At the center of it all, upon the stage where the prizes of the night would be announced, stood an angel, singing a sweet melody of depravity and the vices of human nature. However, wherever there is an angel one will soon learn that its seraphic companions are not far behind. If one were to look once, twice, thrice around the room they would not be able to see them, but there they stood. Mingling with the poor, unwitting souls that were doomed for dismay on the night of the revelry and mourning, on the night when sins were purchased and fates sealed.

They were there in the soft smiles that almost seemed pitying, in the warm gazes that held cold calculations beneath it all.

All heads turned to the stage as Alva’s lush voice trailed off, leaving the audience with coos of encouragement on their lips, hands clapping and breaths sighing. On the stage stood the heralder -- worse for wear, perhaps, but ever pompous as he took the stage. He cleared his throat and wet his lips nervously, glancing from his tablet to the woman who stood off-stage, not quite hidden by the red curtain. How familiar she seemed…

“Exalted ones of Verona,” he began, eyes flickering back and forth on the faces before him. “I welcome you to the 56th annual auction! This year we are being hosted by the Dark Lady and my, what a wonderful venue it is!” The blush on his face could almost rival the red of the paint that colored the whole place.

“The items that we have up for auction this year are highly prized by various powers of the world. Some of our items are various powers of the world.” A smattering of laughter, then silence.”As you are all aware, the selection of items are more difficult to ascertain than previous years -- making them all the more competitive in their beginning prices.”

He seemed to be readying himself, his sweat becoming evident even in the dim lighting. “Tonight is a night of tradition, of expensive, and of indulgence. The time of death is over and it is time we buy the path to a new beginning. So, fair Veronians, let us do as we do best, and lavish in treasures we have reaped!” And like a thief in the night, he sought to steal away from the spotlight -- but not before an arm reached out and snatched him. The audience’s eyes were not privy to the scuffle that occurred off stage, but they heard a blow being struck, followed by the herald’s reappearance.

The blood on his crisp, white tux was a rather nice touch. “To be clear,” he said, his voice now thick since his tongue was undoubtedly heavy with blood. “No violence shall occur tonight. The owner of the Dark Lady dictates that he--” his eyes widened, face growing as pale as the suit that he wore, “hell will reign down upon us all should we disrespect the one rule that has been instituted for this night of tradition.”

He swallowed, his movements twitchy as he blessed himself. “Let this night of depravity be for Damiano Montague and the legacy that he left.” One of the dancers brought him a drink, the smile on their face somewhat wicked as they handed him the liquor. “Long live the new kings, Cosimo Capulet and Roman Montague.”  Oh, the look that the poor bastard gave Roman as he ripped open the fresh wounds of the death of his father for all of Verona to see.

                        “LONG LIVE THE KINGS.”

“Now let the bidding begin! In bocca al lupo!”

                        “CREPI!”

And let those be his last words. For they were better than the pitiable ones he uttered ten minutes later, as a knife slid across his throat.

OVERVIEW: And so begins Act II! This is the prelude before the real fun begins. It’s a time for your character to truly lose themselves in a way that they might not imagine. The Dark Lady tends to do that to people -- bring out the worst in them, cast their vices into the light for everyone to see. But there’s less shame to be had when not only your worst vices, but everyone’s, comes out to play. Throughout the night, however, items will be auctioned off and sold to the highest bidder. The auction will be held in the main room, with the items put on display -- bids are placed by the traditional means of raising golden paddles with your numbers assigned. In the other rooms the items may be enjoyed or gathered. Smaller items are available for purchase (jewelries, yachts, vacation homes). This is the itinerary of the main items for the night:

IN CELEBRATION OF DANTE’S INFERNO

Sloth --

Fairy’s Blood -- special order offered by Titania

Gold Dust -- highest grade available from the Montagues

Ace -- Rumored to be what the shooter was on, unknown seller

Wrath --

Product from the Capulets

Nerve gas rumored to be a part of the deal

Poisoned bullets said to be recommended by Titania

Product from the Triads

Transportation provided

Local government official affiliation/approval

Revolver used by Tokutaro Takayama from the Aizukotetsu-kai

Rumored to have had 850+ man hours go into its construction

Gluttony --

Hotel Syrene Capri

For sale due to untimely death of owner

Perfect for money laundering, business meeting, etc.

Employees are willing to perform Other Tasks

Environmental laws are more stringent, but government officials are willing to comply

Cayman Islands

Environmental laws are lax

Often frequented by potential clients

Clients are said to be ready to trade with new owner

Indigenous people offer no resistance

Envy --

Vera Wang

Dolce and Gabbana

Ellie Saab

Deals regularly

Strict confidentiality

Often uses clients/client-affiliates as models

Balmain

Lust --

A clandestine journey through rooms 2-10 of The Dark Lady

Greed --

Chief Operating Officer of Google

Very influential on company’s big-picture agenda

US Congressman

Clean history

Willing to divulge government secrets

Pushes sponsor’s agenda

Parliament Member

Flexible, sometimes requires pressure

Knowledgeable about international dealings

UN Ambassador

Large clout in global arena

Well-respected, influential, though moves slowly

President of the Philippines

Willing to divulge government secrets

Promises a wealth of new clientele

Former Korean President

Willing to divulge government secrets

Still has notable, relevant connections

Pride --

The Golden Suitcase

Found in Russia

Recently recovered

Crowned Jewels of Ireland

Last owner murdered

Must go to highest bidder

Highest bidder must have means of relocation

Imperial Seal of China

Historically famous piece of jade

Owner no longer has room in collection

The Paper of Infinite Mouth Decadence

Ten year old preserved gum with its original casing

Auctioned by Pavel Lam

Characters are encouraged to interact with one another, but beware them in their state of inebriation. The Dark Lady has a way of making minds drunk, lips loose, and money spill like water. Careful, darlings, don’t let the smoke cloud your head…

...Also try not to fight. The Holy Trinity is watching and it’d be a shame to bring the wrath of God upon you because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. Interactions may occur from 9:00 PM to 12:00 AM.

TASK: Some life events are more difficult to swallow than others. Often times our characters make themselves forget about the worst acts they have committed. Write a self-para or a flashback para about your character in their most depraved state -- a time in their life when they knew that they were likely damning themselves to hell. How old were they? Do they do this often or was it a one-time thing? What induced them? Was this when they felt like they were a part of the mob? Is this when they felt like they could never be a part of the mob because they felt even they had too much blood on their hands? You needn’t go off of this questions, they’re simply smaller prompts that might poke at your muse. This is a chance to delve into the darkest aspects of your character -- take it!

Please tag your paras/self-paras as #diveronatask and your event interactions as event: auction. There is no deadline to complete the task or interactions, so feel free to continue threads or put a hold to old ones to focus on new ones. We hope you’re as excited for Act II as we are!

#event: auction

[archivesdiveronarpg]

ACT II SCENE I

Date: March 3rd

Time: 10:30 PM

Location: The Dark Lady

He sat at the helm, one body, one head, one crown and one seat for him to fill when there had once been two. Was it rather tasteless of him to host Verona’s annual auction in a period that called for mourning and respectful grief? Perhaps. See, there is no reconciliation between deities, even when there is the death of a respected equal. One or the other must prevail. The laity care not for who the victor is; all they are meant to do is serve and leave their gifts of homage. They understand that just because one god has died, the city need not mourn for too long -- the world continues spinning, sinners keep on sinning, and the devil has more hands to shake and souls to snatch. There are more deaths to ensure and powers to crumble, more politicians to pocket and vengeances to exact. It is fitting, then, that the devil’s business meetings be conducted in a den of inequity. Not just any old den, no, Satan’s new palace must be befitting of his new power, which is why Cosimo Capulet called for the auction to be held at the Dark Lady.

Tonight he is the dictator of the depraved, the overseer of the overzealous.Though he sits in the corner of the room, watching the night unfold from the comfort of a secluded booth, it seems as if everyone takes care to move around -- as careful to work themselves around his pull as planets do orbiting the sun. Even celestial bodies are subject to the pull of the powerful; humans are no better. To his right the Capulets revel in the night, still drunk upon the victory that Fate dictated for them. How could they feign grief when the man that had taken away their brothers-in-arms -- bled them out and gutted them like pigs time and time again -- was now six feet under with nothing to his name save for a crumbling empire and an equally deteriorated son? Their loud, lewd howls can be heard throughout the club, the dark giggles of their escorts clear as crystals. Truly, a melody that carried with it the song of indecency would likely be sung throughout the night.

To his left lingered the Montagues, their eyes ceaselessly shifting about as they stirred uneasily like the ocean before a storm -- water seemingly still and calm, but beneath it lies a dark and vengeful darkness that will doubtlessly arise the moment the water begins to ripple. All it would take is a single drop. Their soldiers slipped in and out of the shadows, watchful of the unbridled zeal with which the Capulets celebrated. Captains murmured and talked among themselves, eyes glancing up every once in awhile either in the direction of the little songbird that crooned a deceptively sweet tune. The newly christened underboss, Lawrence Vernon, surveys the captains and never wanders too far from his boss, his shoulders square even as a whole new set of duties and responsibilities weigh him down. A lion who need not roar for the jungle to fear him. Around Roman gathered the emissaries, soft whispers traded among them as the Montague boss ducked his head to listen. Even in mourning a revolutionary’s work was never quite done, now was it? Every once in awhile Rafaella and Vivianne would glance over at him, the king with the bloodied crown.

If only his crown were the only thing that would be bloodied tonight…

Smoke hung low and heavy in the Dark Lady, making the red lacquered walls, as red as a lady of the night’s lips, and the strangers in the room seem as enticing and lush as a lover’s embrace. The lights that lit the corners and caverns of the place did not seem to be there as a means of illumination, but intoxication. They drew the eyes to the dancers, people draped in threads and jewels, their bodies glimmering as they danced on their platforms -- the movements being the only form of worship that they know. Oh, how Dionysus himself would have loved to drop from the heavens to lavish in this sinful parade. At the center of it all, upon the stage where the prizes of the night would be announced, stood an angel, singing a sweet melody of depravity and the vices of human nature. However, wherever there is an angel one will soon learn that its seraphic companions are not far behind. If one were to look once, twice, thrice around the room they would not be able to see them, but there they stood. Mingling with the poor, unwitting souls that were doomed for dismay on the night of the revelry and mourning, on the night when sins were purchased and fates sealed.

They were there in the soft smiles that almost seemed pitying, in the warm gazes that held cold calculations beneath it all.

All heads turned to the stage as Alva’s lush voice trailed off, leaving the audience with coos of encouragement on their lips, hands clapping and breaths sighing. On the stage stood the heralder -- worse for wear, perhaps, but ever pompous as he took the stage. He cleared his throat and wet his lips nervously, glancing from his tablet to the woman who stood off-stage, not quite hidden by the red curtain. How familiar she seemed…

“Exalted ones of Verona,” he began, eyes flickering back and forth on the faces before him. “I welcome you to the 56th annual auction! This year we are being hosted by the Dark Lady and my, what a wonderful venue it is!” The blush on his face could almost rival the red of the paint that colored the whole place.

“The items that we have up for auction this year are highly prized by various powers of the world. Some of our items are various powers of the world.” A smattering of laughter, then silence.”As you are all aware, the selection of items are more difficult to ascertain than previous years -- making them all the more competitive in their beginning prices.”

He seemed to be readying himself, his sweat becoming evident even in the dim lighting. “Tonight is a night of tradition, of expensive, and of indulgence. The time of death is over and it is time we buy the path to a new beginning. So, fair Veronians, let us do as we do best, and lavish in treasures we have reaped!” And like a thief in the night, he sought to steal away from the spotlight -- but not before an arm reached out and snatched him. The audience’s eyes were not privy to the scuffle that occurred off stage, but they heard a blow being struck, followed by the herald’s reappearance.

The blood on his crisp, white tux was a rather nice touch. “To be clear,” he said, his voice now thick since his tongue was undoubtedly heavy with blood. “No violence shall occur tonight. The owner of the Dark Lady dictates that he--” his eyes widened, face growing as pale as the suit that he wore, “hell will reign down upon us all should we disrespect the one rule that has been instituted for this night of tradition.”

He swallowed, his movements twitchy as he blessed himself. “Let this night of depravity be for Damiano Montague and the legacy that he left.” One of the dancers brought him a drink, the smile on their face somewhat wicked as they handed him the liquor. “Long live the new kings, Cosimo Capulet and Roman Montague.”  Oh, the look that the poor bastard gave Roman as he ripped open the fresh wounds of the death of his father for all of Verona to see.

                        “LONG LIVE THE KINGS.”

“Now let the bidding begin! In bocca al lupo!”

                        “CREPI!”

And let those be his last words. For they were better than the pitiable ones he uttered ten minutes later, as a knife slid across his throat.

OVERVIEW: And so begins Act II! This is the prelude before the real fun begins. It’s a time for your character to truly lose themselves in a way that they might not imagine. The Dark Lady tends to do that to people -- bring out the worst in them, cast their vices into the light for everyone to see. But there’s less shame to be had when not only your worst vices, but everyone’s, comes out to play. Throughout the night, however, items will be auctioned off and sold to the highest bidder. The auction will be held in the main room, with the items put on display -- bids are placed by the traditional means of raising golden paddles with your numbers assigned. In the other rooms the items may be enjoyed or gathered. Smaller items are available for purchase (jewelries, yachts, vacation homes). This is the itinerary of the main items for the night:

IN CELEBRATION OF DANTE’S INFERNO

Sloth --

Fairy’s Blood -- special order offered by Titania

Gold Dust -- highest grade available from the Montagues

Ace -- Rumored to be what the shooter was on, unknown seller

Wrath --

Product from the Capulets

Nerve gas rumored to be a part of the deal

Poisoned bullets said to be recommended by Titania

Product from the Triads

Transportation provided

Local government official affiliation/approval

Revolver used by Tokutaro Takayama from the Aizukotetsu-kai

Rumored to have had 850+ man hours go into its construction

Gluttony --

Hotel Syrene Capri

For sale due to untimely death of owner

Perfect for money laundering, business meeting, etc.

Employees are willing to perform Other Tasks

Environmental laws are more stringent, but government officials are willing to comply

Cayman Islands

Environmental laws are lax

Often frequented by potential clients

Clients are said to be ready to trade with new owner

Indigenous people offer no resistance

Envy --

Vera Wang

Dolce and Gabbana

Ellie Saab

Deals regularly

Strict confidentiality

Often uses clients/client-affiliates as models

Balmain

Lust --

A clandestine journey through rooms 2-10 of The Dark Lady

Greed --

Chief Operating Officer of Google

Very influential on company’s big-picture agenda

US Congressman

Clean history

Willing to divulge government secrets

Pushes sponsor’s agenda

Parliament Member

Flexible, sometimes requires pressure

Knowledgeable about international dealings

UN Ambassador

Large clout in global arena

Well-respected, influential, though moves slowly

President of the Philippines

Willing to divulge government secrets

Promises a wealth of new clientele

Former Korean President

Willing to divulge government secrets

Still has notable, relevant connections

Pride --

The Golden Suitcase

Found in Russia

Recently recovered

Crowned Jewels of Ireland

Last owner murdered

Must go to highest bidder

Highest bidder must have means of relocation

Imperial Seal of China

Historically famous piece of jade

Owner no longer has room in collection

The Paper of Infinite Mouth Decadence

Ten year old preserved gum with its original casing

Auctioned by Pavel Lam

Characters are encouraged to interact with one another, but beware them in their state of inebriation. The Dark Lady has a way of making minds drunk, lips loose, and money spill like water. Careful, darlings, don’t let the smoke cloud your head…

...Also try not to fight. The Holy Trinity is watching and it’d be a shame to bring the wrath of God upon you because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. Interactions may occur from 9:00 PM to 12:00 AM.

TASK: Some life events are more difficult to swallow than others. Often times our characters make themselves forget about the worst acts they have committed. Write a self-para or a flashback para about your character in their most depraved state -- a time in their life when they knew that they were likely damning themselves to hell. How old were they? Do they do this often or was it a one-time thing? What induced them? Was this when they felt like they were a part of the mob? Is this when they felt like they could never be a part of the mob because they felt even they had too much blood on their hands? You needn’t go off of this questions, they’re simply smaller prompts that might poke at your muse. This is a chance to delve into the darkest aspects of your character -- take it!

Please tag your paras/self-paras as #diveronatask and your event interactions as event: auction. There is no deadline to complete the task or interactions, so feel free to continue threads or put a hold to old ones to focus on new ones. We hope you’re as excited for Act II as we are!

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ACT II SCENE I

Date: March 3rd

Time: 10:30 PM

Location: The Dark Lady

He sat at the helm, one body, one head, one crown and one seat for him to fill when there had once been two. Was it rather tasteless of him to host Verona’s annual auction in a period that called for mourning and respectful grief? Perhaps. See, there is no reconciliation between deities, even when there is the death of a respected equal. One or the other must prevail. The laity care not for who the victor is; all they are meant to do is serve and leave their gifts of homage. They understand that just because one god has died, the city need not mourn for too long -- the world continues spinning, sinners keep on sinning, and the devil has more hands to shake and souls to snatch. There are more deaths to ensure and powers to crumble, more politicians to pocket and vengeances to exact. It is fitting, then, that the devil’s business meetings be conducted in a den of inequity. Not just any old den, no, Satan’s new palace must be befitting of his new power, which is why Cosimo Capulet called for the auction to be held at the Dark Lady.

Tonight he is the dictator of the depraved, the overseer of the overzealous.Though he sits in the corner of the room, watching the night unfold from the comfort of a secluded booth, it seems as if everyone takes care to move around -- as careful to work themselves around his pull as planets do orbiting the sun. Even celestial bodies are subject to the pull of the powerful; humans are no better. To his right the Capulets revel in the night, still drunk upon the victory that Fate dictated for them. How could they feign grief when the man that had taken away their brothers-in-arms -- bled them out and gutted them like pigs time and time again -- was now six feet under with nothing to his name save for a crumbling empire and an equally deteriorated son? Their loud, lewd howls can be heard throughout the club, the dark giggles of their escorts clear as crystals. Truly, a melody that carried with it the song of indecency would likely be sung throughout the night.

To his left lingered the Montagues, their eyes ceaselessly shifting about as they stirred uneasily like the ocean before a storm -- water seemingly still and calm, but beneath it lies a dark and vengeful darkness that will doubtlessly arise the moment the water begins to ripple. All it would take is a single drop. Their soldiers slipped in and out of the shadows, watchful of the unbridled zeal with which the Capulets celebrated. Captains murmured and talked among themselves, eyes glancing up every once in awhile either in the direction of the little songbird that crooned a deceptively sweet tune. The newly christened underboss, Lawrence Vernon, surveys the captains and never wanders too far from his boss, his shoulders square even as a whole new set of duties and responsibilities weigh him down. A lion who need not roar for the jungle to fear him. Around Roman gathered the emissaries, soft whispers traded among them as the Montague boss ducked his head to listen. Even in mourning a revolutionary’s work was never quite done, now was it? Every once in awhile Rafaella and Vivianne would glance over at him, the king with the bloodied crown.

If only his crown were the only thing that would be bloodied tonight…

Smoke hung low and heavy in the Dark Lady, making the red lacquered walls, as red as a lady of the night’s lips, and the strangers in the room seem as enticing and lush as a lover’s embrace. The lights that lit the corners and caverns of the place did not seem to be there as a means of illumination, but intoxication. They drew the eyes to the dancers, people draped in threads and jewels, their bodies glimmering as they danced on their platforms -- the movements being the only form of worship that they know. Oh, how Dionysus himself would have loved to drop from the heavens to lavish in this sinful parade. At the center of it all, upon the stage where the prizes of the night would be announced, stood an angel, singing a sweet melody of depravity and the vices of human nature. However, wherever there is an angel one will soon learn that its seraphic companions are not far behind. If one were to look once, twice, thrice around the room they would not be able to see them, but there they stood. Mingling with the poor, unwitting souls that were doomed for dismay on the night of the revelry and mourning, on the night when sins were purchased and fates sealed.

They were there in the soft smiles that almost seemed pitying, in the warm gazes that held cold calculations beneath it all.

All heads turned to the stage as Alva’s lush voice trailed off, leaving the audience with coos of encouragement on their lips, hands clapping and breaths sighing. On the stage stood the heralder -- worse for wear, perhaps, but ever pompous as he took the stage. He cleared his throat and wet his lips nervously, glancing from his tablet to the woman who stood off-stage, not quite hidden by the red curtain. How familiar she seemed…

“Exalted ones of Verona,” he began, eyes flickering back and forth on the faces before him. “I welcome you to the 56th annual auction! This year we are being hosted by the Dark Lady and my, what a wonderful venue it is!” The blush on his face could almost rival the red of the paint that colored the whole place.

“The items that we have up for auction this year are highly prized by various powers of the world. Some of our items are various powers of the world.” A smattering of laughter, then silence.”As you are all aware, the selection of items are more difficult to ascertain than previous years -- making them all the more competitive in their beginning prices.”

He seemed to be readying himself, his sweat becoming evident even in the dim lighting. “Tonight is a night of tradition, of expensive, and of indulgence. The time of death is over and it is time we buy the path to a new beginning. So, fair Veronians, let us do as we do best, and lavish in treasures we have reaped!” And like a thief in the night, he sought to steal away from the spotlight -- but not before an arm reached out and snatched him. The audience’s eyes were not privy to the scuffle that occurred off stage, but they heard a blow being struck, followed by the herald’s reappearance.

The blood on his crisp, white tux was a rather nice touch. “To be clear,” he said, his voice now thick since his tongue was undoubtedly heavy with blood. “No violence shall occur tonight. The owner of the Dark Lady dictates that he--” his eyes widened, face growing as pale as the suit that he wore, “hell will reign down upon us all should we disrespect the one rule that has been instituted for this night of tradition.”

He swallowed, his movements twitchy as he blessed himself. “Let this night of depravity be for Damiano Montague and the legacy that he left.” One of the dancers brought him a drink, the smile on their face somewhat wicked as they handed him the liquor. “Long live the new kings, Cosimo Capulet and Roman Montague.”  Oh, the look that the poor bastard gave Roman as he ripped open the fresh wounds of the death of his father for all of Verona to see.

                        “LONG LIVE THE KINGS.”

“Now let the bidding begin! In bocca al lupo!”

                        “CREPI!”

And let those be his last words. For they were better than the pitiable ones he uttered ten minutes later, as a knife slid across his throat.

OVERVIEW: And so begins Act II! This is the prelude before the real fun begins. It’s a time for your character to truly lose themselves in a way that they might not imagine. The Dark Lady tends to do that to people -- bring out the worst in them, cast their vices into the light for everyone to see. But there’s less shame to be had when not only your worst vices, but everyone’s, comes out to play. Throughout the night, however, items will be auctioned off and sold to the highest bidder. The auction will be held in the main room, with the items put on display -- bids are placed by the traditional means of raising golden paddles with your numbers assigned. In the other rooms the items may be enjoyed or gathered. Smaller items are available for purchase (jewelries, yachts, vacation homes). This is the itinerary of the main items for the night:

IN CELEBRATION OF DANTE’S INFERNO

Sloth --

Fairy’s Blood -- special order offered by Titania

Gold Dust -- highest grade available from the Montagues

Ace -- Rumored to be what the shooter was on, unknown seller

Wrath --

Product from the Capulets

Nerve gas rumored to be a part of the deal

Poisoned bullets said to be recommended by Titania

Product from the Triads

Transportation provided

Local government official affiliation/approval

Revolver used by Tokutaro Takayama from the Aizukotetsu-kai

Rumored to have had 850+ man hours go into its construction

Gluttony --

Hotel Syrene Capri

For sale due to untimely death of owner

Perfect for money laundering, business meeting, etc.

Employees are willing to perform Other Tasks

Environmental laws are more stringent, but government officials are willing to comply

Cayman Islands

Environmental laws are lax

Often frequented by potential clients

Clients are said to be ready to trade with new owner

Indigenous people offer no resistance

Envy --

Vera Wang

Dolce and Gabbana

Ellie Saab

Deals regularly

Strict confidentiality

Often uses clients/client-affiliates as models

Balmain

Lust --

A clandestine journey through rooms 2-10 of The Dark Lady

Greed --

Chief Operating Officer of Google

Very influential on company’s big-picture agenda

US Congressman

Clean history

Willing to divulge government secrets

Pushes sponsor’s agenda

Parliament Member

Flexible, sometimes requires pressure

Knowledgeable about international dealings

UN Ambassador

Large clout in global arena

Well-respected, influential, though moves slowly

President of the Philippines

Willing to divulge government secrets

Promises a wealth of new clientele

Former Korean President

Willing to divulge government secrets

Still has notable, relevant connections

Pride --

The Golden Suitcase

Found in Russia

Recently recovered

Crowned Jewels of Ireland

Last owner murdered

Must go to highest bidder

Highest bidder must have means of relocation

Imperial Seal of China

Historically famous piece of jade

Owner no longer has room in collection

Characters are encouraged to interact with one another, but beware them in their state of inebriation. The Dark Lady has a way of making minds drunk, lips loose, and money spill like water. Careful, darlings, don’t let the smoke cloud your head…

...Also try not to fight. The Holy Trinity is watching and it’d be a shame to bring the wrath of God upon you because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. Interactions may occur from 9:00 PM to 12:00 AM.

TASK: Some life events are more difficult to swallow than others. Often times our characters make themselves forget about the worst acts they have committed. Write a self-para or a flashback para about your character in their most depraved state -- a time in their life when they knew that they were likely damning themselves to hell. How old were they? Do they do this often or was it a one-time thing? What induced them? Was this when they felt like they were a part of the mob? Is this when they felt like they could never be a part of the mob because they felt even they had too much blood on their hands? You needn’t go off of this questions, they’re simply smaller prompts that might poke at your muse. This is a chance to delve into the darkest aspects of your character -- take it!

Please tag your paras/self-paras as #diveronatask and your event interactions as event: auction. There is no deadline to complete the task or interactions, so feel free to continue threads or put a hold to old ones to focus on new ones. We hope you’re as excited for Act II as we are!