Saturday, April 16, 2022

The Moon

                                                          Tonight, the moon isn't right.
    "Whatcha got there, Bell?" asked the hairless sphynx cat. His large ears turning towards the sound of coughing. He is lounging on a couch, resting his feet on a coffee table. In his hand, he holds a butterfly which he seems to continuously fiddle with.
    He wears a leather jacket over a black crop top, black basketball shorts, and black stockings. Throughout his entire body, starting from the thumb and pointer finger of his right hand, is a complex 'tattoo'. It is a solid, swirling vortex of bright red and the darkest of blacks. It swirls across his body and seems to stop down at his left foot.
    The brown bat pounds at her chest, dropping the vape in her hand. She seems to be having a coughing fit.
    "Bleghh... just some weird thing Lilith seems head over heels for. Supposedly a.. 'vape' or some shit."
    The cat stands up and picks up the vape, looking it over with a curious "hmmm..."
    "Do you like it?" He asks.
    "No!!! That shit tastes icky as hell and makes me cough my lungs out!!!"
    He snickers, crushing the vape in his hands. It is annihilated from reality with a flash of red.
    "Maybe ya shouldn't listen to that rabbit's recommendations then!"
    "Heyy noo they can be good some times!"
    "Like what?"
    "Music suggestions!"
    "..Y'know. Fair. I do like MCR."
    "Yeah see her taste isn't like. terrible or anything!"
    "Still. Lust drugs can be weird and wacky."
    "And our drugs aren't??" 
    "Hey, no! Our drugs are FUN drugs! Like an alcoholic beverage that makes you unable to hold y-"
    The bat lunges forward and covers his mouth.
    "WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT PRANK ANYMORE, ABADDON!!!"
    The cat snickers and playfully pushes her away.
    "Come onnn, ya big babyyy.. It was really funny."
    "TO YOU!!!"
    "Yeah of course it was funny to me! I was the one who pulled it!"
    "You're a scoundrel."
    He winks and does finger guns.
    "You know it, babe."
    She snickers and pushes him onto the floor, falling back onto the couch.
    The cat gets up and sits down next to her, putting his knife away in order to give her a hug.
    "Heyyheyy nooo.. Belphegor, you know me! I didn't mean to embarrass you like that, alright? I'm sorry. No more pranks on you. That's a promise. I'll stop teasing you about it and everything."
    She hugs him back, smiling slightly.
    "It's fine, dumbass... If I couldn't take a joke, I wouldn't be here with you, would I?"
    "That's true."
    "So don't worry about it! Just watch your back. I'll be getting my revenge."
    The cat snickers.
    "Oh nooo! The big bat's gonna get me!"
    They stop hugging each other. The cat rests his head on the bat's shoulder.
    "...The moon is pretty tonight, isn't it?
    She gives a deep sigh, looking up at the night sky with a smile.
    "Very pretty."

Friday, April 8, 2022

Lock and Key

                                          Two demons stand by at the end of a dark hallway.
    "The deed is done, Leviathan," says the one covered in blood, holding a blade in his hands.
    "Good, that's good..." says the other, fidgeting with his hands behind his back.
    "He's as dead as I'll be if the other Princes ever find out!" The blood-soaked dragon chuckles, tossing an emerald dagger into the air only to catch it a moment later, "Hopefully by then I'll be more powerful than they could ever imagine."
    He is missing both of his antlers and seems to have just come from a fight. Large tears have absolutely ruined the back of the suit jacket hanging loosely from his shoulder.
    "...Yes, yes, no need to worry over that, Legion! No need at all." says the Prince, seeming nervous and rather lacking in confidence compared to the other. "You'll be made Prince soon enough." He seems to find some with that statement, fixing his posture with a small smirk on his face.
    "Now, to seal it," says the Prince, speaking with a tired sigh as he steps back, "Can't have anyone stumbling across the corpse."
    "Indeed." The dragon turns towards the dark and empty corridor from which he had came and holds out the emerald dagger. For someone who had just committed regicide, his weapon looked immaculate. No imperfections or blood, aside from where he gripped the handle tight. His hands were freshly bloodied from the act, after all!
    The walls and floor began to shift, closing together around the blade. As quickly as they had begun to move, the corridor was no more. A recession in the otherwise pointless dead-end was left in it's place. 
    He pulls the dagger from the wall, pleased with his work. 
    "Just as I had intended." He turns to the Prince, holding the blade out. "I trust in you to make sure this shall never be rediscovered, yes? I have given you the lockbox. What you do after this is placed inside is entirely in your hands."
    The Prince takes the dagger, examining it the way only a fool would.
    "Don't do that," the dragon reaches and pulls the Prince's hand away from the blade, "You'll cut yourself. No wonder you needed me to do this for you."
    The Prince, frustrated, looks away with a huff. "Yes, yes, I know."
    The demon's eyes then meet, both staring at each other.
    The Prince speaks first.
    "You can trust me, Legion. It will be placed under lock and key for all of eternity if I so wish. It will be stashed away in my own personal hoard. No one will be able to find it. Not unless I allow them to."
    "Good. I would want it no other way."
    

snatched

 Never posted those 2 other stories he had planned lmao.

Friday, February 18, 2022

Unrelated experience.

 February 18th, 2022


So, I have. A lot to say.
There’s going to be 2 more blog posts coming out within the next few days, definitely more related to the topic of the blog at hand.
Buuuut, at the request of a very kind friend of a friend…

So. February 16th. Around like 6-ish PM or so, I was sitting around in my living room, typing up one of the upcoming blog posts (A trip to a new layer! So exciting!) when the lights began to go dark. Then, I was grabbed. And kidnapped. And appeared in a car (I have never seen this car in my life) in the middle of a Sonic drive through. The sky was blue, which normally wouldn’t make me bat an eye, but. You know. The whole apocalypse thing? Yeah. I tried to take a few moments to collect myself but the people (?) behind me began to honk (WITH NORMAL CAR HORNS) loudly.
I pressed the red button at the drive through and I placed my order. Take note of this. “Some Mozzarella sticks, a chicken wrap, and a strawberry milkshake.”
They responded with “I said can I take your order?”
I repeated. They asked again. I placed a new order. They asked again, saying “Yes or no, can I get your order? We legally can’t take your order without consent, you haven’t even taken me out to dinner yet.”
I was confused. I called them a trickster. I decided to play along, giving consent and asking their order!
They responded with an order and gave me the price of 20.50 USD. I wanted to place MY order but the speaker cut off before I could. I slammed my head into the wheel and the intro drums to “Never Gonna Give You Up” by Rick Astley played. Then, from around the corner, I saw a beast of hell. The signal of the end times. My ungodly tormenter. The gremlin called Drake.
She, wearing the sonic uniform INCLUDING rollerblades on ALL FOURS spilling coins EVERYWHERE, crashes directly into “my” car and drenches me in sprite, which the Dinner Employee had ordered. We have a very short conversation before I speed off in fear.

Window 2. It is no longer a Sonic, now a Wendy's. A human male greets me. I ask him about whatever the fuck just happened and he mentions the name Drake. I ask him who Drake is. He responds, “The only.”
“The one?” I ask.
“No, just the only.” He responds.
“The only Drake?”
“Other Drakes are sacrificed to god,” he says, “please go to the next window, little lamb.”
Me, not knowing how the fuck to react, does what he says.

Window 3. There is a car in front of me, at the window. I hit it. A GUNSHOT sounds from the drive through window as the person in front of me FUCKING DIES. There is a blood splatter that covers their back window and the car, presumably on its own, pulls out of line and speeds down the road.
I pull up, the worker puts something under the counter and asks my order.
“I’d like a milkshake and 7 dollars.”
“1 buck and I let you get to the next window, take it or leave it.” He says.
“You’ve got a deal,” I responded.
Then, I kid you not, a feral fucking deer crawls through my back seat window.
I, bewildered and speechless, speed off.

Window 4. We are suddenly inside of a waffle house. I slam my head on the wheel three times and turn to the counter.
They claim they have an order for me. Chicken fried rice. On the verge of tears, I take it. An abnormally large and heavy Long John Silver’s take out bag. I open it. It is just plain white rice. Not fried. No chicken. Plain white rice. I was lied to.
I say the order is fine, I give the rice to the deer, I speed through the wall of the establishment and end up on an interstate highway.
On the highway, there is somebody standing on the concrete barrier. I swerve to hit them. As soon as I stop….

Window 5. I am back at the fucking sonic. God help me. The deer is gone. I begin to smash my head into the car horn repeatedly. It makes the sound of a squeaky toy. I message someone with begs for help and they get answered.
Without pressing the button, the speaker turns on. It is the Dinner Employee from the very first window. They say “That’s it. I’m breaking up with you. This dinner was supposed to be special. I’m taking the kids”
I have never been in a relationship (until recently) and definitely do not have children. What the fuck is this person on about.
I continue to bludgeon and bloody my head against the steering wheel, the honk becomes the honk of a geese. Then, my knight in shining fucking armor, Cole Garnet appears.
So much happens. I can’t. I. It’s so terrible to try and recount.
But to sum it up, I stab the steering wheel and it bleeds. I go to the next window despite Cole’s pleads.

Window 6. The final window. They ask for a name, COLE responds. They say they have an order for HIM. and then they give HIM THE ORDER I REQUESTED AT THE VERY BEGINNING! WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT KIND OF SICK AND TWISTED GAME IS THIS!
I fucking murdered that guy. Then Cole teleports me back to where I am currently. That’s the end of this story.

Hope you’re happy with this summary, Luna. Look forward to the next two posts, everyone else.

Orpheus, signing off. Remember:
Don’t look behind you.


Saturday, February 5, 2022

Introduction

 February 5th, 2022


I am Orpheus. No, that is not my real name. Why not? True names give you power over people! Or, at least, that’s what I’ve believed for quite a while now.
This blog is going to be an archive of my research into a specific hell. There are multiple, yes, as those reading this blog must be quite aware of by this point (according to my conversation with that bunny twink), but the one I am biased towards is similar to, you could say, Dante’s interpretation in The Divine Comedy.
Picture this:
9 layers, 7 princes. (Limbo, Lust, Gluttony, ???, Envy, ???, ???, ???, ???)
A connection to “liminal spaces” and Urbex (Need to do further research on this. Weird.)
Soul altering properties are rampant. (I think?)

..All of these might be wrong. If they are? Well, shit! I’d be back to square one.
Doubt they are, though. I’m smart :)
Now that the baseline exposition and formalities are out of the way, I’m going to start note ranting.

Gluttony. 3rd Layer (?)
Prince: Beelzebub
Form Taken: Bugs (Insects, Arachnids)

Before the previously mentioned Bunny (...was cute, should call over again), I had an encounter with a “half demon” named Harmonia (apparently her given name, interesting taste in myths from the mother.)
She gave me some insight I found rather interesting!

Abaddon (Prince of Sloth, apparently, who is missing in MY Hell) is APPARENTLY the one ending the world. Interesting. Maybe that’s connected to the disappearance?
Confirmation names give people power over demons. Good choice using an alias, me! (Even though I’m not a demon. I think.)
She mentioned a demon named “Thrall” and said he’s a moth. That, along with whatever words she whispered, confirmed my suspicions that he, a gluttony demon (if what I’ve been told is true [it probably is]), is from MY hell, which definitely piqued my interest

“Has (Thrall) mentioned a ‘Beelzebub’ ever?”
No, interesting. Might be lying to me. Or she’s just painfully uninformed.

“Craving for blood and souls?”
Yes. More confirmation.

“He’s buglike?”
Yes. More confirmation.

“Black and Red? Ability to melt into shadows?”
Yes, yes. Nail in the coffin. Exactly what I remember seeing. Confirmed glutton.

She, apparently, got her soul from this demon (Split in two. Interesting. What effect might it’ve had on him?) leading to a craving for souls. 2 consumed. Remind me (whoever sees this) to check back on that later.
She mentioned that this demon (Thrall) had told her about 3 layers of hell, Limbo, Lust, and Gluttony
The existence of Lust doesn’t surprise me, but confirmation of Its existence is definitely helpful!
Edited list of layers at the beginning of this post.
Something interesting that definitely piqued my interest was that she said “...he couldn’t go or else he wouldn’t be able to return.” (in reference to a question asked about layers below the 3 he mentioned) which confirmed the order I’ve placed them in thus far but brought up more questions about potential consequences for exploration from outside sources! Worrying. A bit exciting, too.

This was all I was able to get out of her, but it definitely and I mean D E F I N I T E L Y helped me.
Lot more happened that day (Feburary 4th, 2021) and the day after (See date of writing), including an encounter with an Angel (A FUCKING ANGEL DUDE HAHHAHA), but nothing that added to the subject of this specific post.
If you (the readers) end up wanting it, I could write up an excess knowledge post?
Not on the angel, though. My lips are sealed.

Anyway, 1 and a half pages later, I’ll stop here. Leave comments about the blog and any ideas for improving the general layout and shit.

I’ll sign off now. This has been Orpheus! Remember:
Don’t look behind you.


The Moon

                                                          Tonight, the moon isn't right.     "Whatcha got there, Bell?" asked ...