Gender:
Status:
Single
Age: 34
Sign:
Sagittarius
Country: Bermuda
Signup Date: February 24, 2021 |
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05/02/2022
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My Rules
1.) No God Modding my character, if you try the RP will be ended and you may be removed.
2.) I am not the person in the pictures I use.
3.) RL before RP and do not confuse RL with RP
4.) Not here for sex, taboo, or any other form of erotica, find that someplace else
5.) I have a zero tolerance for Drama. Bring it to me and you will be blocked, no discussion.
6.)
Selective adds. With this if I see you are friends with anyone I am not
comfortable with I may not add or I may delete for my own safety. If
this upsets you than I am sorry.
7.) Do not auto play my character unless I give permission. Doing so will end the RP and will be cause for deletion.
8.)
I am a para to multi-para writer, I tend to do Novella starters but
that does not mean I expect that length of writing in response.
9.)
I have a life outside of here so please do not nag me for replies. I
also have other profiles so it may take me time to get back to you.
10.)
I am a pretty laid back person, if you have an idea for a story feel
free to throw it at me and we can discuss it in more detail.
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11/13/2021
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The Rise of Karasu the Cenobite Queen and Wife to Kraven(Pinhead)
Karasu looked upon the ring piercing through her ring finger on her left
hand and felt a familiar happiness sensation come over her. It was more
than a ring, it was a symbol. A symbol that for eternity and after she
would belong to one and only one. Her marriage was set in stone so to
speak with the way the ring would never be removed nor would she want
it. It represented her devotion to Kraven or Pinhead as he was also
known and his devotion to her. Together they would rule as the King and
Queen of the Cenobites. Another symbol of their darkest love was also
soon to take place in her womb in the form of a delightfully twisted and
darkest creation she could ever create, a child, his child and soon she
would become more and more aggressive as an expectant mother, growing
ever more violent and spilling blood ten fold in comparison to what she
has done in the past. A protector of her growing child, or children, it
would be too soon to tell as she had not yet received his seed until she
had declared her his wife, to suffer eternally, love and torment. Her
daughters now receiving a father figure as demented and twisted as their
mother and with power unseen.
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11/12/2021
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Hunter's Moon ( In Search of Karasu Pinhead(Kraven) and Karasu Mei Storyline 18+ For Adults
It was the hunter's moon tonight, Pinhead was preparing for his
long-lost companion and since hell, there was much to speak with this
woman that goes by the name Karasu Mei. Or better known as the unliving
Marionette. How queer is this? He knew where she was at all times and
places, no matter how well she hides he will always know where she
stays, whether on earth plain or hell realm he can smell her to the
smallest detail. He enjoys hearing the broken body part she always was
enslaved to be with no emotions and no love. But to his amusement, he
heard of her having some love feelings? who someone without a heart,
funny this day's creatures pretend to be someone they are not and
therefore he decided to make some changes to himself, He can feel and he
can somehow to love, but not in the intention love was made for. Every
night during the dark fumes of hell, he appears from the shadows to
torment her with those strange feelings. He was once subjected to
turning into something where she can feel what it is like to be loved
and hated. During his turning, of course. He was not without his power
of turning into anyone he chooses to. Word was said about a club that
will be opening this night around midnight, a club with dark creatures
seeking pain and pleasure of all manners of forbidden taste. He turned
into a creature that had no soul and was dead for months, but his body
never deteriorated Pinhead took possession of the body but this body was
soon melted and destroyed. So, he went to his domain and made some
arrangements to take all his nail pins off his body and the worm resided
in his head can memorize this body he wanted to take for upon. And so
after a long torturous treatment he finally became the body he took for
his own. For the next year, we became friends with the first ancient
vampire the father of them all and had a club name Necromancer and
during the weekends there were live performances. He gather a few people
and place a band together and on Friday night he was going to start his
first night of music.  The
club was empty at the moment, but he can feel the souls coming closer
and near as the night was getting close to midnight. Slowly sounds of
voices were heard, laughter and evil in their eyes were felt in their
voices. He did a few arrangements with his voice and the band was
practicing in the auditorium before the performance. Soon the club was
full and the lights in the club dim down, only a few colors of people
wearing makeup were noticed.  A
loud murmur was heard, some already heavy on drugs and alcohol. Pinhead
was now ready to play with them. But first, the band enters the stage
and began to tune their instrument, everyone went crazy as they stand
before them all. The music took a mysterious tune and play an
instrumental piece at first. The stage went dark and in a few seconds,
Pinhead began performing as the light came up.  *
This first song, calls, March of Mephisto.* The sound became soft at
first and his haunting voice began to soothe the minds of those wild
ones there all becoming enthralled by his voice and the magic of the
music. He was hoping the one he sought, will come this evening. He
already got plans for the audience here tonight and the blood will rush
in as soon as the one he looking for makes her
appearance.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K0yYxOV-bRU
Karasu Reply: Karasu wanted to experience everything humans did for they were lucky in
the sense they could feel joy and happiness, side effects of drugs and
alcohol, and even in touch with things such as music. Karasu did play
the violin but it was more for her previous maker. She tried to have
what humans called a relationship with a heartless vampire but she
failed to connect with him in a romantic way and as usual just became
fascinated by experiments on him. She had even devoured the part of his
mind holding trauma by removing that part of his brain and eating it.
Now
she used to prowl for souls when she first was created from bars and
clubs but drinking never did anything to her so what was the point. She
heard some rumors about a club opening up and she slipped on provocative
clothing, curled her hair and did dark make up painting her face with
black lips and a dark purple eyeshadow lined in black liner that made
her blue hues stand out more. She was satisfied in her thigh high
stockings with lace along the top and her skirt that showed off the lace
if she sat a certain way. She wored a dark purple and black corset with
knee high boots with buckles all along the front, small plates of metal
as decoration. Her chest had always been rather large so it was no
surprise the corset only pressed them up more excentuating her curves.
When
she arrived the band had already started playing so she made her way to
the bar and ordered herself a drink. She sat on a stool with one leg
over the other, the lace on her stockings hugging her plump thighs and
she looked at the stage to see who was there that everyone stood up for.
She smelled different creatures and one familiar scent overpowered the
others as she then made eye contact at the man in front. He was
attractive and caused the feeling to radiate within her as she never
really found anyone who drew her attention and desires to them before,
it must have been her modification but to say he had her attention was
to put it mildly as she was unable to look away.
Pinhead Reply:
The whole entire Tim he was singing, his eyes never took off from her
dark eyes. In her eyes, there was much to tell. A saying of old. * Eyes
are the mirror to the soul. *Of course, if there was any soul on this
woman tht is. He eyes full of desires, he can smell her new scent about
her, her lips hungry and dry from the desire burning in them. He smiles
between verses and his body lenguage sending signal of enticement, raw
passion in his voice, even more now as his eyes are locked to her. He
sings and points to her as his passion generated lust and violent to
those around him. In his voice, he send a vision of them together on a
top of a building, crimson clouds as he stand off the ledge of the
building floating in the air. Calling to her to join him, to sacrifice
her body for his pleasure.
Half time show came to a
end, he took a reset for 15 minutes and was getting ready to head to the
woman. But he realizes that he got no name. Shit think fast. Memory
soon rushed into his mind and a legend of the crow hit him. As he walked
over to the woman. He order a tequila sunrise and then, he extended his
hand to her.* I'm Draven. So tell me, what is your name my dear? * He
asked as he look deeply into her eyes, a heat rushed into him like a
tidal wave, then before she could answer, he asked. * Do you play? Can
you sing?* He said waiting for her to answer. His testosterone were in
very high gear since the moment his eyes were on her.
Karasu Reply: Everything he projected she felt react in her body as he sang and
continued to stare at her. She felt her stomach stir with what others
referred to as butterflies. Her heart raced and she felt a lust for his
touch on her newly reactive skin. She was four drinks in on something
called a long Island ice tea, having to get used to the taste of the
alcohol she was feeling extremely good and buzzed. She saw the image in
her head and walked towards him in her mind but the music ended and the
band was taking a break.
She watched as he walked
over to her and introduced himself as his scent was even more
overwhelming than before causing her to shift her legs and slow her
breathing, her skin was hot to the touch from drinking and the desires
she felt towards him taking over. She gave him her hand and smiled some
her eyes shifting to silver. "Karasu. You are pretty amazing up there."
She complimented him as her scent was coated in her attraction to him.
Pinhead Reply: He smiles at her and even when she misses the question, he did not mind,
there was still tons of time to answer him.*Karasu, a lovely name for a
very lovely, attractive woman like yourself. Glad to meet you this
evening. He took her newly soft hands that felt like where made from
silk and ivory, and kisses her hand gently. He made sure she can feel
the tender warm of his lips.* Of all the woman's in this place, you are
the .oat astonishing here, lucky me you have no one with you. He took a
stool and sat by her looking into her lovely face, he could not stop
looking at her. Her pheromones is strong, causing a lustful reaction and
sense of possession Inside him. His fingers caressing her lower arm,
how lovely and sweet she look. The innocent of the evil being hidden in
her angelic eye's.
He whispered into
her ears a deep voice to caress her mind, touch her heart and make love
to her soul.* I asked you if your sing and play a instrument. * His
voice are purely seducing her like he wanted to take her to bed. He stay
close to her neck, taking her pheromones perfume into him, he can smell
the sweetest scent coming from her constricting walls between her legs.
A virgin. He smiles a virgin with the soul of a demon, rare combination
to see this. But he was loving this closure with her as his hand are
caressing the hand she holding her drink.
Karasu Reply: Her heartbeat quickened and her cheeks flushed at the compliment and
kiss to her hand. What was wrong with her? She had never heard of these
reactions and their meaning but she craved for his touch and attention
and she had it all as her caressed her arm then her hand while speaking
into her ear his questions she had been too overwhelmed to remember.
As
he lingered around her neck she could feel the warmth of his touch and
breath, his voice was like a call in the dark guiding her through it to
him but what awaited on the other side she was unsure but he had her
captivated and as though she was in her puppet form again it was like he
was her master and she couldn't deny him. She gave an embarrassed laugh
as she tried to get her new body under control and finally after a few
moments she smiled and stammered an answer. "Yes, I play violin and
piano and I sing but alone." She was already leaning towards him.
Pinhead Reply:
How karasu expressed her self the mannerisms is of a woman with the
insatiable lust. He can feel this because he is such a creative
creature. Before getting into stage, he order a rum and cola on a high
bolt glass. Taking straw and placing it in his lips as he pulled the
liquid down his throat. He look at karasu, her lips , he legs and can
feel the pulse between her legs, her heart is with a faster pace and her
adrenaline is high. Like he was getting drunk or drugged by her
feminine charm. Pinhead indeed feeling very attractive to her. In a much
deeper and more elaborate sound of his voice, he reaches to the back of
her neck speaking in a much stronger seductively.* This night, you will
sing like angels and I will make your pleasure scream like demons.*
As
soon her said this, his tongue brushing across her pale Ivory skin.
Lips now kissing across her neck and shoulders. His sexual sweats are
felt down his stomach. Pinhead step in between her legs parting to the
side. His tight leather brushed on each side of her thighs. As he does
this , he continues to increase the seductive touch, he knew was driving
her insane. Pulling her hair back exposed her beautiful neck and her
perfect choker, he lick his lips seeing a choker giving him ideas the
devoured her lips in a passionate way.* You come and play....* Nibbling
her neck* and sing with me.* Moving his hand over her silky thong gently
caressing over her mount.*you won't denied me anything will you
karasu?* He reached to his drink and hold it in his mouth, the passing
from his mouth to her mouth. As he walk into stage waiting for her
leaving a very sexually stir-up girl.
Karasu Reply: She gave a shudder when his tongue met her skin and he proclaimed what
he had in store for her. She opened her neck to him as he kissed along
it and she chewed on her lower lip to such an extreme to keep silence
that it bled slightly but she barely noticed as she was intoxicated both
by the drinks she had been downing but his touch, his words, his voice,
everything she was washed over in. She knew was familiar but still
couldn't place it but at this point like being her old Marionette self
she would obey his ever desire. She felt the warmth between them as he
parted her legs and she felt his hand entangled in her hair as he pulled
her head further back and saw her collar.
When his
lips met hers she pressed closer to him and gave him just as much lust
as he was giving her. When he told her to play she nodded her head and
when he said she would sing with him she did so once more. Then when his
hand invaded between her legs a soft moan escaped her lips as she dare
not close her legs around his hand and deny him access to the heat and
tenderness that was there surely enough causing a build up of warm
liquid in the fabric. She shook her head when he asked if she would deny
him. "No, no I wouldn't." She breathed softly for him to hear before
she felt his drink enter her mouth and swallowed it. When he pulled away
to head to the stage a soft whine left her throat and she was more than frustrated in ways she did not understand but wanted to. She had never
experienced such urges in all her experiments with humans. She got off
her stool and followed him to the stage almost like she was entranced by
his gaze.
Pinhead Reply:
He waited for her at the stage where everyone went silent for a
moment, He stand there in the shadow of the stage where he saw his
marionette walk over in a serpentine way like his voice was the flute
that charm the snake to do his bidding and his will. Soon, the crowd
scream his name as he made a round movement with his wrist as the music
began to play the haunting tune where he captivate the audience. * lady
and gentlemen, my companion and mate, Karasu Mei, will be joining us in a
song tonight and a very moon full and haunted night. give her a round
of applause.
Right after he waited for
her to enter the stage the song wind down a bit as he wanted her to join
on the stage with him to sing the song, a song he embedded in her mind
the moment he touch his lips to her skin infusing passion and lust,
desire and murder.* This song is called Sacrimomy, Angel of the
afterlife. That is my companion nickname from this moment on, take it
away.* A heavy riff began to take place as his powerful voice began to
sing and send strange memories into Karasu's mind as a child and her
life from there until this moment that she became what she is not.
With
a smile he continue to sing and knowing soon the part of her voice to
be added to the music is soon to come, everyone was in an extreme stage
of awe when they all saw how beautiful this woman-like girl is. as he
sang continues he stop so she can take part in the lead of this haunting
song he prepare for her since long ago.
Karasu Reply:
Karasu had studied the beautiful art of belly dancing from some
women she met during an entertaining event in a town she eventually
burned to the ground. She then moved to his voice and to the crowd,
entertaining them as she became entranced by his voice. When he called
her his companion and mate she didn't argue but bowed her head. She
would be what ever he desired her to be in this moment. Karasu's
memories came back from her previous maker, he life with him as she was
newly created, originally a wooden puppet that was eventually abandoned
before another found her and changed her body to what it was before she
improved herself.
She then listened and danced
to the music but when his voice faded she took up where he left off and
her voice was melodic and could reach pitches not many could. She also
was in tune with the music as though she had known it all her life as
her head turned to face him and she moved to be closer to him, her arms
that were outstretched as she belly danced lowering and she walked to
him with them at her sides until she was standing with him, facing him
so close the two almost touched. She looked at him like he was the only
one in the room and she knew in her mind and in her newly acquired heart
that he was indeed the one she wished to spend her eternity with, his
lustfulness and teasing her on edge making her desire to feel his skin
against hers and maybe even as far as conceiving a child but only if it
belonged to him. She wanted to feel him move inside of her and fill her
with his seed when he had his fill, she wanted to satisfy his every
desire and knew only she could as no human could do the things she was
capable of. She also became very aggressive as the woman swooned in the
audience and her eyes shifted black and the desire to mutilate them came
over her. He was hers, and no one else's and she was his.
Pinhead Reply: As the music transcendent to a darker and darker fill, he can drink deep
of her rage, her hate inside her, to want to kill and murder everything
in sight. Pinhead that now goes by the name Kraven he touches her skin
and caresses her body as she sings to him in a melodic voice, he took
her by the ways and kisses her lips deeply and passionately soon as he
did that, he chanted a few words of to rip her soul from her body and
left her in the air afloat.
With a smile as he
releases the real true nature of Karasu and starts to play the band with
his controlling spell, he looks at her as he asks her to kill for him
to show how deep she is willing to go, however in case she attacks him,
Pinhead places a wall between them so she can unleash her rage of murder
and take it on the audience, as this freedom given to her is his gift
of love to her. * Kill my love, kill everyone and give me their flesh
and you keep their soul, when you did, your naked body and mind will be
making dark love on top of all of them.* he said as he penetrated her
mind like a sharp scalpel. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xP3zLExMIzE
Karasu Reply:
Suddenly Karasu's eyes shifted to black after he kissed her and
took her soul from her and soon even without her giving him her strings
she obeyed his request. Her mind gave into him her body doing the same
and as the music played the woman she seemed to be turned to face the
audience. "Lock the doors." She ordered the bouncers with a wave of her
hand her dark magic took over their minds and soon they were all locked
in. As this happened suddenly her body began to grow upwards and
outwards into thing elongated limbs that looked as though flesh was just
hanging on bone.
Her joints snapped backwards
and her head turned all the way around so now her torso lay perfectly
flat above the stage with her hands and feet in position to move her
like a spider. Her skin cracked and from the cracks the scent of death
and decay filled the air and a miasma of pure blackness came from her
like a fog, causing the humans to choke for air. Soon the nightmare form
of Karasu was off the stage and her jaws dislocated and grew rows of
sharp teeth that she used to tear flesh from bone or throat, her arms
pulling apart woman and men as barbed wire seemed to come from cracks in
the floor and dance around her, wrapping around people and raising them
into the air only to tear into them and pull others apart.
For
his admirers she had the wires wrap around each limb and pull them
apart so they hung on the air, many wearing dresses and skirts making it
easy for her to send several wires through their womanhood and begin to
tear out their womb and stomach before splitting them in half when the
wires left their throat and they spit up blood as the wires came from
their mouths. Soon it was a blood bath and Karasu sat in her nightmare
form upon chunks of flesh and bone, having massacred the entire crowd
and those at the bar. Now there was nothing that could stand between her
and Kraven in her eyes and her rage subsided as the band finished their
song and she looked to him from the mound of corpses below the stage.
Pinhead Reply: she gave her a round of applause for her action. He felt the chain
from the ceiling stage hanging down to him as he look at Karasu ultimate
form and soon, the chain impaled him on the back and his head and
carried him to her, soon his ultimate form show before her, with a spike
over his entire bald head, leather overall skin suit. Pinhead reached
for her chin and lift her in the air bringing her to him. Looking into
her darkness something he knew all too well, and from that darkness, he
was drinking deep from her to a point of sexual arousal. * Karasu my
dear darkness. Your love entices me to a point of wanting to murder this
world and burn you with it to have you scream my name until your newly
build body releases from the sweetest of nectar coming from your
untouched womb. Now as you are nearly complete, will you suffer and
scream for me eternally? cry a river of blood for me and die many times
over for just a mere sniff of my scent? Tell me my darkness. Will you
love me darkly? *
As he asked her he touches
her skin to a point his hand made a trail of redline across her
alabaster flesh. Tell me you want more, forbidden secrets and pleasure
you never felt from your old and new form* He scan as he waited for her
response as he took a hook and scratch her skin deep enough to have her
bleed.* Your heart, is red but is black, burning with hate and rage. I
want that, and your form later will be as sensual and enticing.
Delicious is your skin, virginal and never touch, in this form at least,
hmmmmm ah, no one ever touches you this way, not even in your inert
form, that is a shame from your old creator, he will never reach the
level of madness and insanity that I can reach.
For
now, you belong to me, your flesh is mine and so everything of you, my
pet you are but you will be my mate, my dark soul mate. A strip of your
skin and your clothing and lay upon the dead bodies there, play with
yourself and bring your body into a sexual compulsion and that is the
moment I will ravish your body and your soul for eternity. You will be
carrying my demonic seed inside your living womb and will feed of fresh.
I will ravish you tonight, take your virginity and your body will be
ravished nightly until you are ready to give birth. * He smirks as he
stands back looking into her eyes while the chain lingers across
Karasu's white milk flesh.
Karasu Reply: She was brought to him and felt his touch and heard his words when he
was finished she nodded to him with hollow voids where her eyes lay and
she spoke enticingly to him. "I will suffer and scream your name for as
long as you desire I do so. I will shed black tears for your affection
may I lay my life on the line to be yours time and time again, to smell
you, to touch you and be touched by you. I will love you with the depths
of madness and blackness in my heart and will remain untouched by any
man, creature, or beast that may try and lay claim to me. I desire all
forbidden knowledge and pleasures never known." She felt him cut her
skin and her black blood flowed down her flesh but she did not flinch.
At his next command she did as he asked and stripped bare. She then
walked to the mound of bodies and began to slip her fingers into the
soft folds between her legs, pumping them inside and out while teasing
the sensitive bead above where her fingers worked. Using her free hand
she let the smell of blood overtake her and lust beyond anything she had
felt from his watching gaze as she fondled her breasts and toyed with
her erect nipples, her hips beginning to move with her motions as moans
spilled from her lips and her entrance dripped a slick liquid onto the
corpses below her, her own eyes looking back to him with desire.
Pinhead Reply:
Kraven strips his leather off his body and joins with her over the
dead bodies. He laugh hard and loud as he infuses the bodies with a
small glimpse of awareness, the rage he got and hurt was felt by the
bodies as they twitch with every moan from Karasu, every pleasure he
feels and makes Karasu feel this half living body will feel the pain of
their pleasure. Pinhead took on Karasu's body by reaching to her and
soon hooks from the ceiling fall down impaling her skin. Between her
ankles, her thighs, her wrist, and her face.
He
now between pleasure and torture he shows her the passion of his lust
and the hunger for blood matching hers of not much more than she can
ever feel. But this night many things will be happening. Tonight was the
new transformation of his woman, and he will get her pregnant on this
night and was looking to modify her to a point of not being even to be
known to anyone but those close to her. Pinhead waves his hand over to
her and the chain lifts her over the air as the chain hooks began to
pull on her skin.
Soon stripping
her new skin into muscles. * My Karasu my dark love, you are pure
perfection but tonight I make you into a demi-goddess. * he soon began
to brush his tongue across her naked muscles and lick every artery and
every ooze from the fleshless skin. His member is soon erected and ready
while she still hangs in hooks, entering her slowly at first then
pushes himself into her deeply breaking the hymen that made her a virgin
on her new body, the blood flowing down his member and their legs and
over the dead bodies.
The bodies
began to scream in torment from each pain she feels they will feel it
100 fold. For every scream, they will scream more. Soon many more
chains and hooks sprung from the floor and ceiling and walls and began
to look into the bodies flesh stripping them from their flesh, acid spit
from his long demonic tongue burning their bodies, eating away without
losing the volume of their skin but the toxic burning was excruciating. A
ritual began as the sound of drums and chant of demonic nature was
heard, Draven continues to ravish Karasus's body by going extremely deep
into her.
Karasu's Reply: When the hooks took hold of her, she moaned from the pain ripping
through her body and bit her lower lip as the bodies below her screamed
in agony. She then winced in pain as she was lifted as she was suspended
with only her muscles now exposed and heard his words a dark, sinister
grin crossed her face at the term demi-goddess. She felt his tongue
travel the muscles and veins and moaned again slightly. She saw his
manhood fully hardened and as he entered her slowly it was fine but that
deep thrust breaking the hymen and causing her blood to run down his
hardness and legs made her cry out in pain as the corpses joined in. She
heard the music begin to play and felt Kraven deep inside her, each
hard thrust sending waves of pleasure mixed with pain from the hooks he
had her suspended in.
There was pleasure
in pain and Karasu not only wanted to belong only to him in this way but
she began to breathe harder, her skin misting in sweat as he drove her
close to orgasm. Moaning a bit loudly as he ravished her and she wanted
him to release his seed inside of her, unsure what would happen to her
after as she was still a naive puppet with no knowledge of things such
as this. Lust was powerful driving force between them, passion, a dark
love no other could ever understand or achieve but more she didn't know
how humans reproduced as it didn't seem important at the time and now
she had a womb and plenty of eggs to release which soon would become
taken over by his seed and she would become pregnant with his child.
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10/24/2021
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What is it to feel truly human. The Marionette Modifies herself. {Side Story}
The Marionette had learned many thing in her short life from the souls she devoured. She learned emotions simply from them as she was a hollow puppet and that was the only source she had to learn from. When she was first created her voice came from a beautiful singer her Maker killed and she was able to form words with the tongue he ripped out from the woman as well as her eyes. So she could taste but never ate human food as there wasn’t a need to. But she did love the taste of blood and souls. She had been sitting at home, scribbling away with her blood quill her results and experiments with humans with an unsatisfied scowl. No matter when she did she would never understand what it was to feel human and although she was content as a puppet she had desires to know the human condition completely.
She had often heard some humans follow their heart while others followed their head. She having neither brain nor heart did not comprehend what that meant. She heard humans made delicious foods and wines or meads that she never went after because although she could taste them, it would provide her no nourishment, just sit inside her hollow shell until she retreived it and dumped it out as to not have maggots and flies inside her body. She also heard of something called love which she never experienced to the extent humans did. She cared for her dolls because they became a part of her which was something else she had never experienced. Having a child. Although she did consider her dolls as children like humans considered their adopted ones. However all these things still eluded her and she began to sit back and tap her chin. She knew all the ways of magic and even had a blood witch. So slowly an idea formed.
She stood up and gathered a few things then went to the workshop located in the Body Shoppe she and her dear friend Cain ran together. She looked at their stock, many human parts in pristine condition and she began to collect them. First was a heart, next a brain, then internal organs such as intestines and a stomach as well as a uterus and fully working female mating parts. After an hour of picky decision making she finally had the full inner workings of a human body. She saw no use for human bones or muscles for her limbs so she just stuck with internal organs the heart would provide flow to so they would work as supposed to. Another experiment but this time on herself. She took all the jars she had with the organs bouncing around in their preserving liquid to a table in the back of the work shop then one by one she swallowed them whole and used her darkest magic yet to imbue them with pure evil energy and have them place with that magic in the correct spots she knew extremely well.
Once all the organs had shifted and she had what she needed to experience more physical connection and even conceive from it she decided to use her magic to make the skin that was placed on her porcelain body give off a warmth to make her feel even more human. It was odd to her how she felt but she could still do everything she was capable of before as she was still a Marionette and connected to the souls within her. She still had a nightmare form and all her power but was now able to feel more in depth how humans did. Starting with hunger as her stomach growled. Normally she would eat flesh but she craved something else, something that was actually food. So she went to her kitchen where one of her many imps where there to serve her and demanded a human dish to eat. The imp seemed confused but rushed to find a recipe book from the cupboard and began a hearty beef stew.
After waiting in the dining room to be served the imp came hobbling in and placed a piping hot bowl of stew in front of her. She blew on it cooling it some before taking her first bite and it was delicious. The beef flavor taking up the main taste but hinted with some herbs and a red wine with sweet carrots and soft potatoes, she ate it all within minutes feeling her stomach full and happy. She smirked some and sat back in her chair. It was going to be interesting having such cravings but she desired to feel so much more. Pain, sorrow,happiness, and all the emotions she felt already but on a more physical level. She could not die if the organs were to fail or be damaged this was more for experimentation reasons than any other reason. She wondered what she would feel next.
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10/24/2021
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The Marionette and the Blood Witch(Starter for Mystia Krouss)
Word had spread across the lands of The Body Shoppe and The Dark Garden of the Marionette with immense power and her two dolls she called her children among the other creatures she had made in the Valley of the Dolls such as wandering undead from those who committed suicide and were now doomed to traverse the lands as well as things like mannequin spiders, creatures with the heads of mannequin's and arms they walked on at a rapid speed and used other parts to make themselves more dangerous, feeding off the dead that were unable to avoid them or humans or other creatures that dared enter the Valley where the castle that was home to Karasu and her daughters known as The Blood Maiden's Estate was located. Some place near Japan where the Shoppes main office in that area was that she ran with her close friend Cain. The lands were plagued by darkness and shadow, a miasma that filled the lungs and sucked the air from them that only few were immune to. However, like a beast that never got its fill, Karasu was always looking for more power and allies or enemies. This was widely known and when she heard whispers of Lucifer or Satan as some called him of a witch that held much power and was his pet, she decided to pay him a visit. Karasu walked to the center of the lands and her wings tore from her back ten feet in length on each side and hardened like stone as she slammed their tips down into the ground and spread it open tearing a void between realms as she descended into hell itself. It was not common for her to not visit as she did rule the lower pits but this time, she made her way to the home of Lucifer and on the way terrorized his hell hounds and ate a few damned souls as she skipped to him. She wanted what he had, not hell of course because to her Hell was just a feeding ground and held no real power over anything than those condemned there. No, she wanted his witch, and she was strong enough and determined enough that she would kill him without a second thought just to get what she wanted. This he knew so anytime her presence was felt, he was often on edge as she made herself known. She entered his mighty hall and hummed as her dress skirt bounced from her skips until she grinned and stood before him. “Oh, Lucy I’m HOME!” She shouted and saw him shudder a bit. “I see that, but you are not here to collect more souls, or you would be in your domain of the lower pits, so what has brought you here to me?” He asked careful to choose his words. “The Witch.” She said flatly and her happy and playful demeanor suddenly shifted into a darker state. He knew better than to play games with her and he knew exactly who she spoke of. “And what if I want to keep her?” He asked and Karasu grinned so widely it cracked her cheeks and her eyes shifted black. “Then I will find out what the soul of a fallen angel tastes like. Face it Lucy you are no longer a match to me, I could kill you with a snap of my fingers. Your pets answer to the top dog, and you know as well as I who that truly is in this room.” The statement made him shift uneasy as his hellhounds seemed to gather behind the puppet and stare at him while baring their teeth. “Why do you want her? You and I know you can have any witch you wish, why this one?” He was trying to see if he could persuade her to take another, but she shook her head. “Because this one is a blood witch and the most powerful in the lands or else you wouldn’t have her bound to you and chained to do your bidding. I want her and I want her now.” She gave a low growl. “Well, she isn’t here but I can give you a spell to summon her. You know I want no quarrel with you I will unbind her from me, and you can claim her, but as soon as the binding is undone it will send out a wave to others who may want her as well, I suggest you act fast.” He said waving his hand in the air before placing it down. “She is free.” He stated and stared carefully at the Marionette and his hellhounds. “Now the spell Lucy.” She chirped and he summoned a scroll to his hand and held it out to her. She skipped to him and took it but not before grabbing his wrist and pulling him close. “If this is a trick or a trap in anyway, I am coming for your head to mount in my castle’s altar room and I will devour your soul and take this small little realm over as mine.” His eyes grew wide as her teeth turned into sharp points and he shook his head. “You know I am not that stupid.” He assured her and she smiled happily and skipped back to the way she came, crawling out of the ground and through the realm into the lands again in which she resided. She closed the portal between the realms behind her and shadow stepped until she was home and in her altar room. The scroll provided had everything she needed, the name of the witch, the ingredients in which to use to draw a circle with a pentagram in the center as well as what each point of the star needed. Luckily Karasu was always restocking. She took the blood of the damned from the dead that wandered the lands and made the circle with the pentagram inside and then began to place the needed components which mostly consisted of parts from dark creatures only the Marionette and her children could kill and collect. This spell radiated a deep and ancient darkness which meant that the one it was meant to summon would be a being of immense power and of great use to Karasu. After everything was set, she lit black candles around the circle and then stood at the stone podium with the scroll outstretched. She read the words and the darkness outside seemed to enter the room like a fog with bursts of static lightening. She continued to read the spell to summon the witch and called her by name. “Mystia Krouss, The Blood Witch of Sparta. I command thee to come to me.” The dark magic grew darker as the offerings at the points of the star flashed into vibrant flames and the blood began to stir and flow as though it was a river. The power was palpable in the air, and she continued to call the witches name until suddenly she was standing in the middle of the circle in the room. Then Karasu cast unbreakable chains with ancient spells older than the lands and the witch to bind her to her. Black chains with shackles around her wrists and ankles and one around the witch's throat as the etchings and sigils glowed a dark purple and led back to the Marionettes hands. She grinned darkly at the witch and as the darkness faded and the spells where cast, she spoke only a few words to the witch. “Mystia Krouss, you are now mine.”
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10/24/2021
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The Blood Maidens Estate
The marionette had already taken it upon herself to fill the kitchen with food that she and her daughters would eat, pieces of human flesh and containers of blood and made-up rooms for everyone. She did not hire help simply because it had been her job before to keep the home in order and they didn't know who could be trusted. When she had everything sparkling clean, the dining room with a table fit for a hundred men set with fine China and pure silver eating utensils, black chandeliers hung from all the rooms illuminating them, the rooms all had freshly washed linens each of their own color and material to suit those who would be staying there as well as matching walls, dark floors, plush rugs, and dressers with large mirrors and nightstands with candelabras lit on each side of the beds.
First was Hel’s room, a dark green tint covered her walls and she had fluffy green rugs on dark wooden floors and she was given a bed to match what Kara assumed she would enjoy with fluffy pillows a thick down comforter. There where new clothes scattered about on the dresser from dresses to shirts and pants and just about anything the Marionette thought she may like. There was shelving lined with all the magic books about Damnation and Death that she could fit along them and dark horror stories on one side of the room near her bed and each room had their own balcony to look out over the sea and grounds.
Second was Kali’s room, her was a soft purple tint covering her walls and not only did she also have a dresser, bedside tables and such but she also had new clothing that was a bit different from Hel's based on what Karasu thought she would like. She had the same type of rugs along the dark wood floors in purple the difference was that her shelves were lined with books on magic that surrounded Death as well as how to be more deceptive and cause monumental destruction but her bed was similar with a thick down comforter and plush pillows but in a purple and black color to match the walls and décor.
Lastly was Karasu’s room which was covered in black along the walls and dark red plush carpets on the dark wooden floor, shelves full of books from languages to medieval torture methods and arts. The only light was from the candles on the night stands to illuminate it her room for she liked the dark and had already put her clothes in her dresser the type of style referred to as gothic Lolita as it reminded her of her first days when she was created. She gave herself a bed that matched her own tastes although they all never slept, Karasu thought it would be a good place for the dolls to relax and be comfortable, she herself liked laying on the bed as though asleep but listening to the voices in her head and giggle darkly as she thought of new methods of torture.
Then there was the guest rooms with beds with no linens as they were closed off until they needed to be used. Her most prideful place was the vast Library she scoured the lands to fill with every book from languages of the world to the oldest tomes, fragile with age and containing some of the world’s forgotten blackest magics and lost languages.
And next room she prided herself in was the altar room, a place where magic could be conducted and would soon see use for all three of them.
Down below the castle that was now their home was a dungeon and it was lined with equipment new and old used in their torture of the poor souls who dare enter their land and those who needed to be broken so they could be used as undead to take care of the castle as servants and such. Karasu loved the ancient ways of torture and she even created a few new methods of her own. As well as the devices used there were also cells to keep their victims until they were ready for them, and the smell of fear radiated heavily from this place as they never knew who would be next.
Karasu finished a few things having sent her daughters away to fetch some humans they could torment leaving the new home of theirs a secret until everything was in place. The humans once dead would be brought back and given tasks around the house such as grounds keeping and the like so the Marionette and her children could enjoy their massive new home. They sat on the edge of a cliff with the sea bashing the side of the cliff below against sharp rocks that would kill anyone if they slipped off the side, this being at the back of the house so no one could intrude from the sea side.
The front was paved with old cobble stones when roads first came to be and was large enough to see anyone approach from any room in the house and hear the sound of horse hooves beating against them if anyone came in carriage to seek out the Marionette and her daughters. The castle was secluded and the villages around the area on the other side of the forest warned of the demons that lived there and warned their kin never to travel or seek shelter in the House of Death.
The rest of the house was surrounded by a thick forest known as the forest of Despair. Any who entered it often fell victim to the wild blood thirsty beasts that resided there, wolves, boars, and strange mythical creatures told to children as warnings to never travel alone that Karasu managed to summon and hold power over letting them roam free and kill anyone who failed to heed the warnings.
To the side of the house was a large greenhouse garden filled with black roses, poisonous plants all watered with blood. Outside it was a gazebo and just a small walk down a path there was a small lake. This was something the Marionette loved as it was beautiful and she prided herself on her ability to keep plants hungry with blood, Venus fly traps already eating the flesh of the flies that dared land upon them unknowingly. She loved the different plants such as nightshade that they could harvest for their potions and spells in the altar room without seeking them from an outside source, the blood they drank up made them especially potent in their magic.
Once everything was set she called her daughter to her as they wouldn’t know where their new home was. “Kali, Hel, follow our connection to me and bring the humans you have gathered, I have a surprise for you two.” She smiled a bit deviously and waited for them to come up the cobble stone path to the front of the castle as she was in the doorway.
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10/24/2021
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The lost Puppet and the Vampire Marius
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10/24/2021
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The Fractured Marionette Causes Pompeii's Downfall (Side Story)
The Marionette known as Karasu Mei, Fractured Marionette of Hell, Ruler of Lowest Pits of Hell, and The Valley of Dolls, Devourer of Souls, and Co-Owner of The Body Shoppe had gained enough power that she had begun to have new ways of tormenting others from her gluttony on souls. She could use darkness and shadows to move about and travel through them to other places and from them would come tools she would use such as barbedwire that would come in bind a person before tearing into their insides and shredding them down to bits and pieces.
She kept her power level on minimum not wishing for any to know her true strength. She tested her limits and aimed to see what she could spread across the lands, a thick fog covering them like a poison if inhaled that would suck the very oxygen from lungs and seemed to act as a vacuum inside a black hole making it impossible to make it far once anything entered the Valley of the Dolls. All that remained on that land was condemned souls and undead wandering aimlessly until a poor soul entered and they would devour it.
She could do much worse and decided it was time to test out her full strength on humans, a method she could use to amass great numbers of souls to take that could also be used against beings of great power to bring them to their knees. Karasu had read ancient texts found ancient pinnacles that she absorbed their energy from and twisted it all with her Fractured soul into a dark magic none had seen before. She had acquired a blood witch, one of the most powerful beings for her kind that was now her pet to aid in her development of her power and even use when she did not wish to have her power known.
Now however she decided that she wanted to release her full potential and used the shadows and darkness to travel to a city known as Pompeii, a thriving city under Roman rule that sat at the bottom of a large inactive or rather dormant volcano that the city seemed to have no worries about. The city was home to over 11,500 souls and covered around 170 acres of land. The Marionette arrived there and dressed in their clothing and walked among them as the people enjoyed their day and the streets were bustling with stalls selling only the finest silks and fruits and foods from distant lands as trade thrived here. It was a perfect day to test her power, no one the wiser as she seemed to blend in perfectly.
She took a side alley towards the wooded area near the base of the volcano and when she stood there she looked up at the massive mountain before he and a slight grin formed on her lips. She then put her hands out to it and closed her eyes as she summoned the darkness and began to chant in tongues long dead a spell of her own making. As she used the blackness to swirl around and up to the volcanos summit pouring into it as it broke through the layer of rock at its opening, she began to feel the magma within it stir. The volcano was suddenly growing in power and force as though angered for being awakened from its slumber and the Marionette unleased her full power which caused a quake to run through the city streets.
Soon magma and ash blew forth from the mouth of the mountain and the earth shook from the sheer violence of it far greater than the small tremor sent out before that silenced the city as the people looked to the mountain above them. As soon as the earth cracked and began to tear down the walls of homes and the great statues built in honor of those who ruled years before, she began to hear in the distance screams. People began to panic, rock fell from the sky and killed or injured those trying to run the narrow streets to safety or the ships in the harbor. Karasu concentrated and continued and soon an ash and pumice rained down and buried the city within it, freezing its victims and ruins in time like stone statues that would be seen for years to come.
Magma flowed like searing hot rivers down the sides of the mountains and began to cover the people trapped in the ash, gasping for air only to be choked by more ash and unable to move. The pained and agonizing screams, the crying of children, the fall of the Great city to the tremors of earth until nothing but ruin was left with bodies lining the streets and homes in hard rock formations. This was all the cause of the Marionettes power. Now she walked the streets, avoiding the lava that claimed many victims and trudged through the ask and pumice seeing souls of the dead all scattered above the dead. The 11,500 souls that had fallen to this great disaster was all hers and now she knew with certainty that she could cause any natural disaster she wished and collect thousands of souls that way. All innocent and all for her and her daughters.
She stood in the center of the street of what once was the market and her jaw dislocated as she began to pull all the wayward souls inside her, swallowing them down as her blackness and Fractured soul tainted them and twisted them until they broke and became twisted and mangled souls that powered her. When she was done, her wings ripped from her back as the heat from the still raging mountain was becoming a bit much for her and she took to the sky heading back towards her realm and home, disappearing into the massive cloud of ash.
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08/20/2021
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The Proposition
Cain had been thinking, Though the
gesture was hidden in the shadow, Cain blinked incredulously. That was
it..? No scathing comments about Karasu's fashion sense, no real further
instruction, just a quick departure. Though, given Cain's understanding
of physics, lighter things suffered less kinetic damage when tossed or
thrown. He had figured as much out on his own in the Twilight Realm,
finding through trial and error that he could throw a body over a
hundred feet only for it to skitter away unharmed but a simple trip was
enough to force the wind out of the lungs of an armored opponent. Maybe
it worked differently for fairies; truly, he didn't care that much.
In that spirit, he wasted little time in reminiscing and hurried to
direct the Rain Spider. Deciding that he might as well show him his
full-bodied form seeing as everyone else had already seen it, Cain rose
from his slender partner's shadow and floated in the air nearby. Now
fully three-dimensional, the Twili addressed him properly. “The pixie
that just checked you out is called Enoriala. As far as we can tell, she
is the one responsible for speaking in our dreams. I assumed she would
introduce you but it seems that task has fallen to me. I can't remember
if I told you my name, so it's Cain, and here we have Karasu somewhere,
and...er...he daughters.” He was suddenly and painfully aware that he
had no clue what the woman's name was, nor what they were all meant to
be doing here. Even the exact location of the Shadow Temple the fairy
had alluded to eluded him. If Enoriala had given any more exposition, he
had been absent.
He held out a shadowy, immaterial hand in his partner's direction.
Looked first at him and then at the new arrival, still not fully
understanding what she had said. Moments ago Cain had, funnily enough,
wondered whether would fall in love at first sight with her too. While
he said that he would be sticking to his female, as best Cain could
guess. Having seen her's unmasked face at the stall of the deceitful pot
seller, he could easily picture a twisted, surprised expression
contorting it after finding out that the woman was really an ice
monster. As he made the present members of the team known to the Rain
Spider, he acknowledged for the first time what a hodgepodge of a group
it was, a girl, a shadow, a scarecrow, a vanguard, a rogue, and now a
lover of the shadows. This rundown reminded him that Karasu would be
starting up the graveyard path any second now, and without Enoriala
around it would be necessary to bring her up to speed as well. Cain
pondered if all this explanation was why the fairy seemed so wound-up.
“Regrettably it seems like I have even more errands to run. Hopefully,
the historian can fill you in on anything I missed.” With that, Cain
returned to shadow form and set off down the graveyard trail once more.
In no time he was at the bottom, having jumped from fencepost to dusty
fencepost, and was greeted with a strange sight. A huge, armored brute
sat against the gates, chowing down on a large slab of meat. Strange;
only a moment ago, had arrived, this warrior had been nowhere to be
seen. Though he still wore a helmet, Cain got a good view of the
knight's mouth beneath the upturned visor, and what he saw warranted a
closer search. Despite his affinity for darkness, Cain couldn't see
enough of the knight's face to identify him, though he certainly wasn't
someone he knew or was it?. Was this yet another 'One'? There's seldom
such a thing as coincidence. He was debating on how to approach the
feasting knight when he spotted him a hundred feet away. This, he
surmised, was a stroke of misfortune. Even if he and the knight ignored
each other completely, he might just intimidate him enough to keep him
from entering the graveyard. Opting to wait and see, Cain nevertheless
noted that (since there were few people around) grabbing him with his
hairy hand and simply carrying him the rest of the way was an option as a
last resort. If he was paying attention to anything but his savory
meal, he might have heard a bored sigh nearby, or seen him approaching.
Next, as he makes his way closer to the entry of the graveyard that
leads to hell, a merchant listened to what the shadow had to say with a
bit of a silly grin under his mask. Then as he left and the Rain Spider
was acquitted to his own devices. Cain took the time to look around
without any particular interest. He'd slept in spookier places before,
even a few haunted ones if his need for shelter was far too great. His
green eyes swept over the array of faces in mild fascination. These
characters... they were so strange. So unlike him. He had to consider
why he was here. What is the grand scheme of things could he possibly
mean to this world? Would he be a grand hero? The idea of this, to be an
elegant participant in the grandeur of legends, was left Cain raw with
the emotion of the pressure that came with such an honorable
responsibility for the duration of five seconds. Then he plopped down on
his posterior with a shrug and pulled out his lute to practice as he
waited for something to happen. Now’s your chance, he thought to
himself, Just turn around. Go!
He mentally shook his head and kept walking. No, he’d told the ghost he
would help and, although he wasn’t entirely sure about whether or not
there was a code of honor amongst the dead, he was keen on keeping his
word. Just a peek, he promised himself, If it seems too dangerous I’ll
leave. Simple as that. Right on cue and as if they had a will of their
own, his feet stopped moving. Rooted in place, he watched a mammoth of a
man sitting near the entrance. His features were mostly obscured by the
shade of the gate he sat up against and a nearby tree-- but he could
see well enough. Quite savage, indeed.
His lips curled in horrified disgust as the man, garbed in armor that
was unlike that of any knight he’d ever seen, tore into a hulking slab
of raw meat. he took a step forwards, his eyes darting between the
stranger and the entrance. Quickly edged around the stranger as if he
were surrounded by a force field that was at least ten feet in diameter.
He then made a dash towards the gate. He was lighter on his feet than
one would think. Hoping to elude the worryingly ravenous man, he slipped
into the graveyard in almost complete silence—aside from the creaking
of the gate as he shoved it open.
“Hmm,” Cain grunted in some degree of approval of these actions. Was
plain in his stone-grey eyes, it appeared that he had noticed just how
engrossed the knight was in his meal and decided that he wouldn't notice
him slink past. Unnoticed, the Twili melded with the Darknut's shadow.
This particular variety was unknown to him, the encountered about an
hour before But now, he had no choice. He soon reaches to his side
pocket, and a rib-like key was pulsing. He forgot the original key to
hell, as this place was his for a long time.
Marching upon the graveyard of hell, there was hanging dolls by the neck
in the dead trees, he paid no heed to the headstones as he passed –
their stories had ended, no great deeds could be accomplished by dead
men. It wasn’t long before he saw a gathered group, the young scrawny
girls who had skulked by him minutes earlier (whatever did she have to
offer anyone?), another woman who was unnaturally pale and gangly in
ill-fitting clothing who looked as if she were mentally vacant given her
purposeless stares, a man in face-concealing garment who seemed too
flamboyant to be taken seriously, little more than a jester (culture, an
absolute dreg who was little better than the stooges who tended to his
chamber pot), and a somewhat sinister-looking figure in a robe that
concealed everything about him… or it. There was something decidedly
unpleasant and unnatural about them, not unlike a practitioner of dark
arts. The robe gave off a similar vibe as the ghost from earlier, and
wondered if this was indeed the ghost who had spoken to him earlier?
He
approached wordlessly and stood sentry, silently observing the others.
His purpose of being here would be revealed soon enough and he was in no
hurry to entertain the peasants. * I'm here now, ol friend. Nice tricks
are on the way here. Now come on and show yourself.* He said waiting.
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08/07/2021
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Karasu and the Axe Murder
Karasu and the Axe Murder
Have you ever carved a pumpkin and squeezed the soft gooey insides in your hands? Have the strands ever gotten entangled in your fingers as you pulled your hands from the inside? It's the same with intestines. Only your skin gets stained red, of red that no matter how many times you how many times you scrub, it seems to glow as a reminder of what you did for only you to see.
What about the hollow sound of a skull hitting the edge of a table? How blank the eyes seem to be as they try to gain a sense of awareness. Have you seen someone stumble and reach for anything that can catch them as their brain shuts down from the impact like everything will be OK if they can stabilize on their feet?
The marionette didn't need to wonder. She had countless times danced in the rain of blood, picked bone fragments from the tangled webs of her hair, and giggled in the dark corners of the established sanctuary of human homes in the middle of the night only to watch the occupants stir in fear.
She enjoyed being a thing that made bumps in the night. The living nightmare that children told their friends sleeping over about under the covers with flashlights. She could be a violent restless spirit, or the monster who came for children who might have misbehaved. Tonight, she be the dismembered victim of the ax murderer who resided in the home in the sixties. Right before she became the murderer.
Karasu had been taking her time tormenting a family of 6. For 2 weeks now, she had been writing pleas for help on the steamy glass of the bathroom mirror while hot showers were being taken. Drawing pictures in blood on the bedroom walls of the children's rooms, pictures of mangled bodies, and rattling in the walls as they slept at all hours of the night. She left the scattered articles she found on the massacre that took place in the home in boxes in the attic or on the plates in the kitchen cabinet.
After 2 weeks of planting the seeds of terror, they had blossomed into ripe fruits of horror, drenching the souls in a delicious fear that the black, mangled souls inside her, loved to feed on. Children souls were pure, untainted pearls amongst the sea of sinful others. Karasu loved to harvest the darkest souls for her collection but she lived to steal the purest souls and break them until they became nothing more than loyal subjects for her . Nothing was more potent than purity twisted and broken to be used by the puppet.
Tonight, Karasu would steal for new souls for herself. First was to play with them. She had removed her left arm and placed it in the hallway above the stairs as the mother of the children finished tucking them in. As the light went off in the children's room, the marionette listened as the footsteps approached the stairs. She grinned when a horrified gasp escaped the woman followed by her retreat to the master bedroom.
As she alerted her husband, the marionette retrieved her arm and watched from the shadows as both the man and woman went to the stairs only to find the arm was gone. The man, assuming the woman was being delusional, tried to calm her and tell her that it was just her mind playing tricks on her from the stress of the events that had been occurring in the house. He was trying to pretend like nothing was wrong and everything was going to be OK but his fear betrayed him and the marionette could smell the familiar scent of adrenalin telling his body to run or fight mixed with the palpable terror that coated his very core.
The marionette listened as the couple reluctantly went to bed knowing tonight would be like all the others, sleepless and dancing with a dark mischief they couldn�t be rid of. But what they knew was wrong. The puppet had scared them to the point that no other tricks would raise the fear in them, she had to take the final step to push them into overdrive. She emerged from the shadows in the hall, carrying her one arm in hand as she made her way to the mirror above a small end table decorated with a vase of Lilly�s. The closer the puppet got to the flowers however, the faster they decayed. The scent of death wafted from the exposed socket from where her arm was missing but she didn�t seem to notice it.
Instead busy slipping a rusted ax behind the door of the master bedroom before entering the children's rooms to gently wake them with soft crying as she sat with her back facing them, hunched in a corner with one arm missing. When each one approached her she reacted the same way, as though scared and she drew away from them with tears rolling down her pale cheeks. They all gathered in the youngest child's room and when they asked who she was she told them the tragic tale of how she was once living happily in the home they now resided in before her father brutally murdered her and her mother and sisters. Of course this wasn�t a true tale but it still gave the same reaction all the same.
"What can we do to make you feel better?" The littlest one asked. The marionette sniffled and wiped her nose. "I just want a momma." She whimpered. "Our mommy is the best mommy! She'll love to be your momma too!" The oldest exclaimed. "R-really?" The pale puppet contained a giggle. Child innocence was so potent even when something unnatural stared them in the face they wished to help. "Yeah!" All four demanded in unison.
The marionette nodded as the youngest took her hand, almost drawing away from the deathly cold temperature of it and the four children led her to their parent's bedroom. She watched as three of the children moved to wake their mother while the youngest still held the marionette's hand stiffly. "Momma, wake up, the ghost wants a momma." For weeks now, the children had heard of talk about ghosts and assumed their parents had to be right about what it was causing the disturbances. But as the woman rubbed the sleep from her eyes, the children and their parents would soon find there are worse things the restless spirits.
At first, she seemed dazed and confused as she looked to her children, "What wants what?" "The ghost girl wants a momma!" They pointed to the door way where the puppet and the youngest child stood just away from it towards the center of the room. When the three children looked back, they drew away in fear and screamed. The marionette held the hand of the youngest who couldn't understand why her siblings reacted the way they did. Until she looked up. The pale girl who seemed so harmless moments ago took on a new appearance.
Her eyes became black voids and her grin revealed sharp, jagged teeth that emerged as the corners of her mouth tore open and the lower half of her jaw dislocated. The youngest screamed and tried to escape the marionettes hold but was no match for the creature. Slowly as the father snapped awake and took in the room with panic from the screams, the puppet's pale porcelain skin began to crack as her arms and legs extended becoming bone thin, slender fingers turning into claws as her torso grew upwards, her joints snapping backwards to change the position of her elbows and knees.
Her spinal cord pressed against her back making jagged points along it under the soft cotton fabric of her black dress while her lower continued to shift downwards, thinning and elongating her face. The puppet stood over the young child and the bed of the parents with the other three children, her mere five-foot stature now seven with tangled black locks as she gazed down. She was sickly thin, her "skin" seeming to hang on nothing more than mere bone in a light grey color except for the black spaces between the cracks that spread across it which poured the scent of decay and death into the room.
The bedroom door slammed shut behind her as the humans scrambled like rats in a burning maze to try and escape. The youngest child wept so violently in her terror that her body shook and she lost control of her bladder, urinating in her pajama pants as she screamed a high pitch, ear shattering note. The father looked for anything he could find to defend his family but the marionette was a bit quicker and pulled the ax from its place in the crack next to the doorframe and wall where she hid it.
He ran at her with the bedside lamp but she met him with that mangled grin and the ax straight through his forehead. His wife screamed to match the child beside the puppet and blood sprayed from the wound matting the marionette's hair as the body hit the ground like a sack of bricks. By this time the fear was at the maximum levels it could be and the marionette no longer had to worry about the concentration of it in the souls of the children she was about to steal. She pulled the ax from the man's head, the bone grating against the metal loudly before she held it in her palms again and turned to face the mother while the freed child ran to her sibling's sides behind the woman.
The mother grabbed her children and decided to try to make a break for the door but the marionette swung the heavy ax down catching the woman right between her shoulder and neck with enough force to sever the arm completely. The oldest child cried out as he now held his mother's arm before he threw it and joined the chorus of screaming from his mother and siblings. Karasu leaned down to the collapsed woman crawling to the door leaving a river of blood behind her soaking into the off-white carpet and released a low-guttural laugh which made the skin of the children prickle as the hair stood on end.
The woman looked up at the thing that towered over her and begged with tear stained cheeks for the mercy on her children. The marionette tapped her tongue against the back of her teeth and shook her head before slamming her foot down on the woman's head causing it to explode outwards and coat the children in brain matter and skull fragments. The four children sat pressed in the corner near the door, bundled together on the floor shaking their heads as their screams danced in the air when the puppet walked towards them.
Karasu ripped into each of them one at a time, tearing open their torsos to wrap her claws around the pure souls within. She held each one over her head, opening her mouth to devour the souls to keep them safe within her frame until they became tainted, twisted and broken, black orbs of pure fear and power for her control and to use how she saw fit.
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