—lupt & quiche

[quiche cat!]

{ one x one }

one evening, a portal to hell opens at the foot of your bed. a demon strides through, rips off your covers, and begins to drag you through the portal by your ankles saying, "you're going to help me settle a bet."

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[quiche cat!]

jackson: emotional, feisty, opinionated 21 yr old

[prince lupt]

mayhem, a high-rankingl demon that has
served hell for roughly a millennium. his
appearance most resembles that of a mid-
twenty year old, somewhere around the
age of 24-26. on the exterior, he is selfish,
cold, and ill-tempered. he can start fights
as well as he can finish them, and other
peoples needs he could care less about. his
nature has made him a popular demon of
his stature, but not without consequences.
he craves the attention of his inferiors &
has a need to be constantly reassured, as
a part of him feels that he is doing wrong.
what he's hiding, however, is a curiosity
and belief that he is better than what he
was created to be. this idea that all he was
ever created for could be more than what
he thinks he can do. it's what he lives for.

[quiche cat!]

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"trash. you're absolute trash, you hear me?" with a scowl, jackson chucked the scissors halfway across his apartment, hearing them hit the wall with an unsatisfying clunk. all he'd wanted was some ramen, but he couldn't open the package for the life of him. on top of that, his day had been a living hell, and it was already getting late. dinnertime was hours ago! deciding that his hunger was long gone, the boy tossed the abused bag of ramen onto his counter, telling himself that he'd deal with it in the morning. by then, he'd be rested up and refreshed, no doubt. and extremely hungry.
with a sigh, jackson headed towards his room, his pace sluggish as he furiously rubbed his temples. although his eyelids were drooping with every step, he caught a glimpse of a small hole in the drywall near the couch. fantastic. another problem added to his already-long list of inconveniences. the ramen was already on the list. whatever; once he fell asleep, all his worries would fade away... so, to sleep he went! after pulling on a pair of cozy striped pants and a plain white t-shirt, the boy slipped under his covers, squeezing his eyes shut as soon as his head hit the pillow. after what felt like an eternity, jackson's breathing fell into a gentle rhythm as he drifted off into his own little world of peace (and mostly quiet, depending on the dream).

[prince lupt]

𝐌 𝐀 𝐘 𝐇 𝐄 𝐌
the room was quiet for a moment. a thick, glowing line quickly stretched from the ceiling of one of the walls to the floor, so crudely made it looked like a toddler attempted to draw a straight line. two hands emerged through the wall where the line was, taking ahold of the wall and ripping it open like fabric. there formed a portal with a red haze, the silhouette of a demonic figure standing at its center. a tall, bumbling creature staggers out of the portal, muttering curses and reeking of booze. his dark crimson eyes creep over the bed of the human, looking down at him with pitiful disgust. his head pounded and he couldn't quite focus, as the room spinning and giving off a blurry trace in his vision. in an instant, he rips off the covers, throwing them to the closest wall without hesitation. a slender arm quickly reaches out and he grips onto the humans ankle, squeezing it tight and giving it a quick tug. he could feel his coarse skin wrap tightly against the humans soft flesh.

" you're going to help me settle a bet. " mayhem growled with a husky voice, pulling the human from off the bed and into the portal. his actions were quick and deliberate, and he didn't give the human time to react before he had already pulled and him in. and as quickly as the portal appeared, it vanished, leaving nothing but a dark fog that soon faded into the air.

hell was, in a sense, desolate. nothing but a long heap of forest as far as the eye could see. the sky was dark, with a reddish hue that was strewn about the sky. this is where mayhem took the human within an instant of pulling him from the comfort of his own home. his mind was fuzzy and all his actions felt surreal up until this time. he was still dragging the human as he shook his head, trying to get rid of the doubts fuming in his own thoughts.

[quiche cat!]

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once asleep, one might describe jackson as a rock: curled up in a ball, no signs of life, not even the slightest shift of his head on the pillow. the only sound was his gentle, rhythmic breaths through his nose, so deep that his chest didn't even seem to rise and fall. due to this blessing—and curse—of being a deep sleeper, as the portal soundlessly cracked open his wall and out stepped a drunken demon, the boy remained fast asleep.
upon his sheets being briskly swiped from his bed, jackson had no response. and still, when the demon's slender fingers locked around his ankle, he remained limp. it was not until he felt a strange sensation, one of floating through the air (which, he knew, was humanly impossible), that he stirred.
without warning, his body hit solid ground. of course, this woke the boy up almost immediately, sending his back arching up into the air in a fit of pain. "OUCH!! ouchie, that hurts..." damn, he'd never fallen off his bed before. did it really hurt this bad? the pain was almost excruciatingly unbearable, and it didn't seem to stop. had he broken something??
finally, jackson's eyes shot open, taking in his surroundings: first, the dark, reddish sky above him. second-- wait... sky? where was his ceiling; his bed; his room? and on top of that, why was everything moving? the steady, grueling pain registered once again, and he realized that he was being dragged. by what, he couldn't tell; all he could see was a dark silhouette looming above him, but he knew that he needed to get away.
throwing his hands out to both sides, the boy dug his fingers into the dusty ground beneath him in a futile attempt to stop this kidnapper. his white shirt was now stained brown in places and crumpled up around his chest, and his bare feet were losing circulation. today just sucked!! letting out an unmanly scream, tears began to stream down jackson's cheeks. enough was enough. "please just let me go, i didn't do anything wrong!!"

[prince lupt]

𝐌 𝐀 𝐘 𝐇 𝐄 𝐌
mayhem pauses when he feels resistance from his captive. he turns his head, glaring down at the human with an irritated gaze. the response from the human was expected, and although the tears were a surprise, it didn't faze him. it didn't matter who they were or how they felt, human lives were short, insignificant and overall didn't matter. he figured after he was done he could wipe their memories and drop them back into bed like nothing ever happened. " shut up. " he hisses sharply, narrowing his eyes in disgust. this human was loud and in his drunken state left a ringing in his ears that he couldn't ignore. letting go of his tight grip on his victim, he let their feet drop to the ground, still watching them carefully. a second passed when he blinked his eyes slowly, trying to block out the blur from his vision.

" they said I couldn't do it...that...that I was an idiot, to, to even think of doing this. " his words were slurred as he spoke, clashing greatly with his deep voice and evil demeanor. mayhem cackles, flashing a toothy grin, each of his teeth sharpened at the point like a knife. " oh...ohh, were they wrong. " a part of him was talking to the human, maybe thinking in his drunken stupor that they could understand his obscure statement, while the other was talking directly to himself.

[quiche cat!]

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through blurred vision (though his blur was much different than the demon's blur), jackson caught the condescending gaze of his captor, both the sharp eyes and teeth sending chills down his spine. what kind of body modifications had this person gone through to look so... evil? and really, wouldn't that have been expensive? for a moment, the boy was distracted and in turn, his tears stopped. it was only when he felt his cold feet hit the ground that he was snapped back to reality, and along with the harsh tone of the man's voice, jackson began to sob again. it didn't make the situation any better when the demon started mumbling, slurring his words in such a way that jackson only picked up the words "couldn't" and "idiot". was he crazy, or just incredibly drunk?
it only took one more frightening action—that horrid cackle—to send jackson up and running. though he wasn't sure how fast the kidnapper was, the boy knew that this was the only chance he had to run. where to? he had no clue! but what he did know was that he needed to get away from that demonic thing. this might just be some kind of nightmare—in which case he probably could've stood up to that creepy man—but currently, due to his aching body, his fight or flight response was screaming at him to do the latter. no way in hell was jackson going to try to punch that guy... at least for now! without looking back, jackson yelled at the man, his voice hoarse and hardly any more coherent than the man's. "i swear to god, if you get close to me, i'm... i'm going to rip your head off!!" ah, of course. he'd decided to convince himself that this was merely a nightmare, and he was the invincible hero of the story.
hopefully that was the case.

[prince lupt]

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amusement flickered briefly in his eyes. he raises an eyebrow, his face in a deadpan expression as he looks over the human he obtained. something felt... different. was is the fear? no, that couldn't be it. maybe it was the alcohol? that seemed like a more reasonable explanation. mayhem reaches to his head, slowly rubbing his temple with his forefinger. " you're so damn loud. " the demon mutters, taking no regard of the threat. he closes his eyes for a brief moment to try to stop the ringing in his ears, taking in a long inhale and letting out an even longer exhale. not only was his head now pounding with pain, his logical side was starting to catch up to him and he was starting to realize how bad this was turning out to be. one of the most important rules in hell; no human can go there unless they've received eternal damnation. but it was too late to turn back now.

" are all humans like this? " he questions, crossing his arms and taking a small step forward. " it's unbearable. " it had been roughly a century since his last trip to earth, and that was such a tedious job he tried anything to avoid any earth tasks after that. humans were emotional, irrational, and above all, loud. it's like even the smallest thing outside of their comfort zone would send them spiraling into chaos. the more he thought about it, the more he started to understand why his subordinates made the bet in the first place. oh, hell, why did he agree to it? maybe they were right...

[quiche cat!]

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after only a few moments of running, jackson was out of breath. sure, he was fit; sure, he occasionally dropped into a dead sprint when it was dark and he was heading back to his house alone (and his vivid imagination played tricks on him with the shadows); but for some reason, he felt oddly sluggish. whether it was due to the fact that he'd gone to bed without dinner, had been rudely and suddenly woken up, or because of this strange atmosphere (where in the world was he?), he knew for a fact that he was in quite the predicament.
slowing to a stop, jackson bent down at his waist, resting his hands atop his thighs. his fingers dug into his pajama pants as he tried in vain to catch his breath, and his eyes wandered down to his feet. damn, did they hurt. this was why people said not to run without shoes on, especially when the ground felt like a literal rock! the smallest of sighs escaped his lips as he peered over his shoulder at the man. he'd put some good distance between them, but... why was the scary creep just letting him go? after... after all he'd done already—kidnapping him and carelessly dragging him on the ground—the creep was just going to watch as his prey ran away? well-- good for him! jackson wasn't going to complain!
snapping upright, jackson furiously rubbed at his eyes with the backs of his hands, leaving them red and swollen but mostly dry. it was then that—behaving like the literal child that he was at heart—jackson turned around, stuck his tongue out, and shouted, "by the way, getting your teeth sharpened was a horrible idea! it looks ridiculous, you old creep!!"
oh, god. oh god oh god oh god. jackson's eyes momentarily widened as he realized what just happened. he'd done that without thinking. now, it was time to run again!! and with that, he spun on his heels and continued on in the opposite direction of the demon. obviously, he didn't know where he was and had no destination in mind, but some speck of civilization would be nice.