PLAYER PLOT: Enfenim

[mythalenaste]

WHO: Pel, Sina, Cyril, Beleth, Sorrel, Myr, Saoirse, side of Anders and Alistair
WHAT: A demon has trapped Pel in the Fade.
WHEN: Forward-Dated to 25 Firstfall
WHERE: The Gallows, the Fade
NOTES: Trigger warning bonanza for insects, body horror, corpses, dismemberment/maiming, death, illness, drowning, blood + will update if any more happen.

What am I to do with all of these dolls?
They've covered the floors, they've covered the walls.
They're stacked up chin-high all over the floor,
But my greedy child is screaming for more...

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Cyril | TW: body horror

[mythalenaste]

See-ril, calls a singsong voice, distorted and distant. Seeeerrrrrrillll? it tries again, like it has never spoken before and is testing out the sounds without quite knowing what they mean. The world is pitch black, with only the echoing voice. If Cyril tries to move, he will not know which direction he is going, or whether his feet are carrying him anywhere at all.

Suddenly the ground opens beneath him and he drops far, far, at a speed he can only feel but not see. When he jostles to a halt, he has been caught in the arms of...himself.

This version of Cyril grins back at him, lips stitched back so it bares all teeth and gums in doing so, one corner higher than the other giving it a familiar but distorted come-hither look. Its eyes are glassy and dead, with no soul behind them. Its chest cavity is hollowed out, and instead of lungs and a heart, there is a hand inside, and the hand belongs to a shadowy demon who puppets him from behind. Two fingers are crammed into the other-Cyril's arms in place of bones, while one controls the head.

Have you come to fill me up real nice? asks the puppet.

[samahl]

Cyril feels disoriented enough over the lack of direction and a creepy voice calling out that when the thing touches him all he can really do is yelp and jump back, scrambling in a hurry to get away.

It was perhaps not the bravest action to take, but at the sight of this hideous puppet all he feels is a threat of panic that leaps into his throat and threatens to overtake his senses.

The only thing that fully stops him from giving into it is that he can't abandon his cousin to the demon that would conjure such horror.

"Stay away from me, demon!" he says, his voice wavers just a bit though, still affected by the terror in his throat.

[eolasemah]

There's a presence behind Cyril, and when he turns there's Sina, perhaps about ten years older and fully bedecked in the robes of a Keeper. She smiles coldly, her sweet voice thick with disdain when she says, "Cyril." There's a touch of surprise to it; she hadn't expected to find him here.

[samahl]

Cyril turns to the sound of his name, but he doesn't seem to really process what he sees. He looks quickly back at the demon, unable to really take his eyes off of the twisted doll for long. As much as it disturbs him to his core, he can't seem to keep his gaze completely away.

[mythalenaste]

"Seeeeerrrrril," the demon echoes. With its other hand, it pushes the corners of its face higher, making the smile even more grotesque. The voice drops in imitation of a lustful, purring tone. "I want to feel those muscles ripple as you take me."

As long as it has Cyril's focus on it, it will ignore Sina in hopes she will go unnoticed.

[samahl]

"Stop it, demon," Cyril tries again, but his voice wavers as he still can't really deal with the vision in front of him.

He has to remember that he's here for Pel. His cousin. The one woman who has always been there for him, always been his family. He needs to see past the illusion to find her and rescue her. His jaw tightens a bit and he forces himself to face this monster.

"Stop it," he says, voice stronger. He reaches for his bow.

[mythalenaste]

"Are you going to pierce me with your arrow?" A puppet-hand reaches back, pantomiming Cyril's motions. Another shadowy hand appears to place a bow into the puppet's hands.

[samahl]

Cyril gets ready to move quickly if the puppet actually is able to use the bow. His hands shake for a moment, but he manages to get better control of himself to attempt an attack.

"Yes," he answers with a voice that sounds stronger than he feels. Then he lets the arrow fly.