The Daemons Playground: A Direct Your Own Fate Adventure!
From Atlantic Roleplay Wiki
Title: Daemon's Playground
Author: Charlotte Amandine
Dark in the house, red on the walls, the child is to blame. Dark in the soul, red on the hands, the child is to blame. Dark in the horizon, red in her eyes, the child is to blame. Black in her heart, blood on her mind, the child is to blame. Black in the skies, Heart turned to Coal, the child is to blame. Poison in her mind, Fire at her feet, the child is to blame. A knock at the door, the Black comes to call. Do you answer?
4: Ignore it and go back to bed.
6: Open the Door.
8: Set the house on fire and giggle.
The slithing snake of the mind invades your dreams. The cold man, the dark man touches your skin, turning it to ice. The silver knife enters the heart and the red flows to the floor. You are welcomed in your death only by flames and the cries of your family roasting in the Bull.
You are dead and so is everyone you ever loved.
He stands tall and pushes his way inside. You opened the door, he has no smile for you. He has business and you are his vessel. A half empty jar too small for his essence. Flowing, Burning, your mind pushed aside. Inside the rush, the flow, but never joy.
10: Fight the stranger in your mind.
12: Do nothing, frozen in horror.
The dark man, the bloody face watches you with glee. The dark eyes, the coal heart grasps you and embraces you as a friend.
Over the hearth, over the roof the flames reach high. The slithering snake coils your arms and into the open wound at your back. The men in blue and white take you. The cold stone walls greet you. The silver blade meets your neck and your eyes see...
Your mind struggles against the coils of the black snake. As you struggle the coils wrench tighter. Your soul gasps a final breath and then is tossed aside. Nothing remains of you, there is no death, no life, no joy and no pain. You are nothing. You become nothing. You were always nothing. You fade. You do not die. You never were.
There is no memory of you. There is only void. The creature coils around in your mind looking for a place to hide. HE has come, a scared animal. He does not notice you at first. You are alone, hiding in a corner of your mind. He pays you no mind, a simple child, a forgotten remnant. But how to keep you in check? How to make sure you never cross him?
Find the mother, Find the father. Was there another? Find them, make the red come. Make the fires burn. Tear them apart, make her watch. This body is his, there can be no question. You opened the door, and are too afraid to fight. The father, the mother slain.
Your fight never was, your soul begins to harden, in your own mind you take form, a protection from the flame tongue of the coils of darkness. A skin of stone, stone inside your own mind. You can not fight, you will not fight. You can only defend. But, if rescue should ever come. Could you open again? Could you shed yourself? Who would forgive you for opening the door?
18: Take the skin of marble, protect yourself.
22: Do nothing, attract no attention. Observe.
The stone solidifies you and protects you from the fires. The stone hardens and you find it hard to move. You are trapped, trapped in a memory of the night the door was opened. Things twist, things turn, a maelstrom in your mind.
A dark and deep twisting of fact and fantasy. What is real? What is the manipulation? What is your name girl? What is your name girl? What is your name girl? What is your name girl? What is your name girl? What is your name girl? What is your name girl? What is your name girl? What is your name?! The voice demands, his words burn but not so much anymore, his sound becomes nothing.
24: Sleep, rest, respite.
26: Observe, watch, look.
From your mind you watch and the fires burn you. The scales cut into your unprotected soul. He gives you a name, a name he takes for himself, you are one, one man, one girl. The same, his oil mixes with your water, his mud in your dirt. The mixture is forever lasting.
There can be no seperation. There is nothing left to fight.
KILL THE SISTER!
Sleep finds you quickly, the vast ocean of your mind lays out before you.
You float at first, hearing screams and cries in the background. Slowly you sink, a stone in the ocean of your mind. Deeper and deeper. Down and Down. Lower and Lower. The bottom is found. You sleep. There is no awakening. You do not even hear the screams anymore. You are a stone, that never wakes.
You take an active role. You watch, observe and listen. The screams haunt you, the words of flame lash at your stone soul. He can not touch you, but his actions in your name sting worse than any could ever know. You opened the door, this is your fault. The pain is real, but to sleep... to give up. Then no one would remember the score. No one would hold the snake accountable.
You become the pearl, the glorious pearl witin the perverted oyster of evil that has become your own body. The flames lash at you, but only makes your shell harder and harder. You could not change if you wanted to. Your words mean nothing to him, your cries only pleasure him. His words are only torment, but still you listen. You hear the screams of the thousands he kills with the new name he gives you. You watch as things forbidden come to pass.
You learn new words such as traitor, armageddon, and betrayal. You see the face of your sister next to the face of the traitor, you hear his name... Chusa. But none can hear you, the daemon only laughs as you call out to her. The word Zog is heard, is that a name?
The shiney ones make a pact with the thing inside your body. They care not, they want the Zog thing. The thing uses your body and its new name to tear the world asunder for these things. You are overjoyed when your own sister beats the creature that has taken you. Protecting the world, with half your name. A name now forgotten.
The seeds come, and trees of massive evil sprout, do they know the danger? Do they understand the plight?
You learned long ago that the words you speak go to him, and nowhere else. So you stay quiet. You can twist things, you can change things, you have learned you can show him only the things you want.
But you must show something, you keep your mind afixed on the night you opened the door in spite of the pain. He demands more, but his demands echo around you, you the pearl in your own mind. His laughter turns to anger, he can no longer affect you, but this world is still his, you only set the scene. But wait... a flash of blue and white at the door. A trick? The daemon has figured it out, the piece you held back, "WHERE IS THE SISTER?!".
38: Give up and tell him of the memory locked in the cabnet.
40: Open the door. You tell him of what you locked in the cabnet. The memory, your escape, your messenger. The memory of your little sister, locked in a cupboard all this time and yet, the daemon did not find her. His victory total, he uses the memory to destroy the pearl. The pearl turns to coal and is shattered. There is nothing left, and you are forgotten. You never existed. There is no pain, there is no joy.
The door swings open and the beared man steps in, the daemon shrinks in suprise, flees to another memory. There is an army behind him... but can they forgive you?