~~ Hell! ~~

[dr_mabeuse]

Keep silent you worthless souls! Isn't it loud enough already with all that screaming and wailing, the moaning and gnashing of teeth, the banging and crashing of the Devil's own forges? You can scarce hear yourself think. (Not that any of you will be doing much thinking anyhow!)

I am Null Lucifuge, the Devil's own Nephew! (Well, twice removed)and I run this sector of the seventh circle of hell. This is for all you whores and sluts, studs and pimps, perverts and kinks, beat off's, cock-teases, cross-dressers, flirts and flakes. We've got something for you virgins and never-dids too, so get back in the damned group. Get it? damned group? It's a Hell joke.

Now look before you! That red area lit by licking flames, between those pits of molten brimstone and the lake of flame: that's The Valley of the Fornicators and it's a pretty cool place.

On the far side of the Lust River you see the Plain of Wasted Pleasure, where the virgins and the frustrated wander about, still worrying about their reputation and their virtue.If they could ever bring themselves to cross the River of Lust they might be saved, but they're just too damned dumb.

Farther up the River of Self-Absorbtion joins with the Lust River and in that area live the Teases and the Indiscriminators. The Teases are the ones who thought themselves too good for anyone on earth but nevertheless enjoyed making others want them. They're mostly women. The Indiscriminators are mostly men. They're the ones who would and did fuck anyone who got close enough and would say anything to get their way. Now they have to chase the Teases around all day and night without rest. Ha! Look at 'em go. Look at those hard-ons bobble around! What a sad bunch of studs!

Oh, there's plenty others, but you're probably wondering what you're doing here. Well, Hell's got a bad rap. This isn't where you get punished, necessarily. This is where you get what you think you deserve!. If you think you've done bad, then you can have all the punishment you want. If you don't think you've done bad, then you can do pretty much whatever you want.

Hey don't blame me! That's the way the Competition set it up. If you went about things with love in your heart, then you get love here. If you were a jerk, well, don't blame me!

Now some of you will no doubt like the way we do things here. We're always looking for Imps and Impesses down here, plus our office on Earth is doing tremendous business and they always need new agents. Those earth chicks are pretty hot, you know. Hot! Get it?

Ah well... Welcome to Hell

OOC: Not sure of the directiuon. I just likes the scene. We could use sinners to be 'tortired" by havingtheir every nasty dream fulfilled, Imps & Impesses to do the torturing, whatever. No PM necessary, just jump in.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Null Lucifuge

As the crowd of newly departed shuffle past his throne, Null takes note of an attrractive brunette, clutching her sheet tightly around her and trying to blend into the crowd.

"You!" he roars, "Come here!"

Unable to resist, the frightened woman approaches his throne.

"What's your name?"

"My name is is Betty, sir." she says nervously.

"Betty, eh? And what's your problem?"

She casts her eyes down at the fiery floor. "I never enjoyed it. I tried, but I just couldn't. It seemed so wrong, so depraved..."

At this Null Lucifuge laughs uproariously. "You're just numb, that's all! I can take care of that!"

He pulls off his loincloth to expose his devil's phallus, long, stick, and covered with blue flame.

He barely nods his head and the sheet falals from Betty's body and she is picked up screaming into the air. She floats over Lucifuge who has slumped down in his throne, his cock standing straight up. As she fights against him, Bettys legs open as if she were riding a horse, then her knees bend and she begins to float down over his phallus.

"No say cheese!" he says with a laugh.

She screams as she sinks down onto his rod, but suddenly her scream is cut short as the pain she expected never comes. Instyead she has a wonderful, alive, filled feeleing. His warmth spreads all through her body and a big wicked smile spreads across her face.

"I never knew..." she begins.

"Of course you didn't!" Lucifuge roars. "Buit now you do! Welcome to Hell!"

 

[UC_Gav]

This is interesting, ill probably sign up once its a little busier

 

[ariosto]

Don Juan

Don Juan knew he'd end up there. As soon as he laid down his copy of Inferno, he felt a sense of well being flow over him...yes Hell, the molten land of hopeless fornicators was most definately to be his lot.
He sighed, Alligheri had a way with words...



He stayed close by the inky river and built himself a house of onyx and gold. The first a stone in ready supply in this infernal region and the second pried from the rings and teeth of the damned by Null Lucifuge's own twisted minions. A reward sent to him in return for his myriad tales of earthly conquests, which from his earliest days here had delighted the fancy of the Lord of Hell.
He and Null were old drinking buddies by now and had shared more than one chalice of virgin's blood.

From the rising tide of wails and laments upriver, he knew that another shipment had arrived. He uncoiled his long frame from the ebony bed, patting Marilyn on the rump as he did so.
MM was a total disapointment between the sheets but she'd ben a gift from Null and he did dutifully use her from time to time. She had fucked Kennedy after all.
Outside, anticipating his Master's wishes, the grotesque Leperello was waiting. He'd already seen to harnessing the girls, six tall white blonde nordic beauties, to the chariot and no doubt was frothing at the mouth to accompany the Don to the Market of the Damned. In this he would be disapointed. Brushing by his dwarflike servant Don Juan lept with a nimble grace that belied his five hundred years and with a crack of the whip drove his team of nympho amazons toward the spiriling, mist shrouded battlements of Null's looming palace.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Null Lucifuge

The Palace of the Lord of the Seventh Circle had five towers, and each tower had three eyes that scanned the regions of hell without sleep. Each eye had its own mouth as well, and on each tower one mouth reported on what the eyes saw, one mouth was silent but for special announcements, and one mouth provided soothing background music as the souls of the damned were led to their perpetual pains and pleasures. Right now the singing mouths were humming "Strangers in the Night". They had just finished 96 hours of "Who Let The Dogs Out".

Null Lucifuge, the Very Lord of the Seventh Circle was in no mood for music, no matter how irritating to mortal ears. His Great Ball was being held tonight and all the devils would be coming, including Satan Jr., the Big Chief's first-born, who was reported to be a disappointment to Old Nick: a little too much of a playboy and given to wearing pink rather than the more proper red (or so said the gossips, who were buried up to their mouths in human excrement, in a portion of Hell known locally as "browntown")

At the moment Null was dealing with the seating arrangements for the banquet part of the ball. This was not easy, as some devils had to be seated on living human faces* which would lick and nuzzle their genitals and assholes, some had to be seated on human beings, and of course the Whore Of Babylon needed a spotless White Ass for her own spotless white ass. Null just knew she'd get shitfaced again and start singing her reggae tunes, but what could you do? It wouldn't be a party without her.

"No, no! Idiot! Heaven take you!" he cried, flames shooting from his mouth as he corrected a frightened she-devil who was placing the seating cards. "You can't put Asmodeus next to Balzial! That whole end of the table will reek like goat! Separate them, separate them! And remember the rule: scatter the multi-headed devils amongst the single-headed devils. It makes for a livelier crowd!"

The Fallen Angels would be performing and were checking their equipment. They all were so cute, blonde and blue-eyed or black and brown-eyed, they were all wonderfully voluptuous with the most youthful and innocent faces. As part of the entertainment the guests would be encouraged to undress the Angels by using their long snakelike tongues, with a special prize for the first devil to make his Angel blaspheme.

Jimi Hendrix and Janice Joplin came in with a badly staggering Jim Morrison being held up by Frank Zappa and John Lennon, but Null couldn't take time to welcome them himself, so he sent some girl devils over to bring in their equipment and blow the whole lot of musicians as well. For the more traditional minded devils, Guy Lombardo would be playing in the Hall of A Thousand Audible Tortures. Elvis had gone over to the Other Side, unfortunately, and had permanently left the building.

Escofier was in the kitchen, De Sade was taking coats, and Jayne Mansfield was selling cigars and cigarettes. It looked like everything was well in hand--or claw as the case may be.


*I freely admit to stealing this idea from pneema's thread "The Emerald Witch" and pneema deserves credit for this delightful idea.

 

[landiek]

Desirae

OOC
A pert young girl of 28. She has honey colored hair and grass green eyes. Her body only started to blossom into beauty.
Her olive complexion throws off her strange accent.
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Desirae felt empty. Why not she had given up on life... which wasn't worth shit anyways. Parties and the bar scence left her
even colder and emptier.

She glances around knowing that slicing her wrists would damn her to Hell. Yet it wasn't everything Catholic School reputed that
it would be either.

She wanders awhile taking in the many sights of this corner of
Hell. She didn't even feel out of place wandering the lands as
bare-naked as the day she came into the world.

" Probably wouldn't get noticed here either" she grumbles to
herself

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Persephone-Part Time Resident of Hell

Persephone… You may have heard of her? No? She dwells among the mortals part of the year, with her mother the great goddess Demeter. She dwells in hell during winter. Six months of hell, three months at a time, following the seasons on the surface.

In hell she reins as Queen… or at least in Hades’ part of it. Hades. What a useless wad of goat intestines he’s become over the millennia. He blusters on occasion, but she rules quite nicely for all his ranting.

Ah, Persephone. The beauty that so beguiled Hades that he had her stolen.

Her mother, Demeter (usually so even tempered) wandered the earth in disguise seeking to murder a child, thus avenging her daughter. Crops were blighted and famine swept the land. Zeus seeing this sent Herakles to secure the release of Persephone. Reaching a compromise with Hades, it was decided that Persephone would split her time spending parts of the year with Hades and parts with her mother, fair Demeter.

Well, the god world of Zeus and the rest of the Olympians has faded into obscurity. Demeter and the rest living with the mortals or reining as gods in hell.

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Persephone stands on shore of the river Lust and watches as the cast off damned struggle to remain above the surface. This is how she gets most of her help… plucking them from the river. She’s disgusted that she must spend half her time in Hell at this end of the River. She’d much rather spend it in her other realm, way up river, where the folk are just normal folk, not all sexed up or tormented.

Tapping a finger against a pouty lip, Persephone thinks how Hell has changed. That Devil that talked her Hades into consolidating, what a cheeky bastard. Sneaky, wily, Devil. Taking almost all control over his underworld, HER underworld. Turned this place into a nasty swarm of garlicky nobodies. Lusty fellow for all that though… Have to give him an ‘E’ for effort in creativity.

But she despises kissing his arse. And not much better was that Lucifuge his nephew? Whatever. Upstart. Why, she once had more power in her pinkie.

Gesturing to a naked Nymph, she points to a soulless thing bobbing in the river, “Haul it in, clean it up, feed it some pomegranate, show it my statue and put it to work”. She, Persephone! Daughter of a goddess, Married to a god. Reduced to this.

Well she has a plan to get back some control and privilege by Zeus (her own father! is spending his retirement in Florida for pity’s sake – endlessly touring Disney World.). She returns to her less than suitable palace. To the sound of Hades snoring sonorously beside the pool, hand on his prick, empty bottles littering the area around his bench.

Really, it’s too much, way too much to ask, for her to spend the rest of eternity in this…this…hellhole.

 

[landiek]

Desirae

Sits down and waits. Something was bound to happen.

 

[ariosto]

The hideous cacaphony of sounds pouring from Lucifuge's 'Temple of Bad Taste' almost stopped the Don cold, though it seemed to excite the team of girls. He remembered well the day he'd presented the Lord of Hell an original score by Scarlatti, hoping that the sound of real music might penetrate his leathery hide. But as soon as the devil realised it could not be played on an electric accordian, he'd wadded it up before Juan's horrified eyes and blew his nose in it with vengeful enthusiasm. Then had his minions strap the aggreived gift giver in a straightbacked chair while he auditioned an endless parade of goddamned rappers in ugly pants and bad attitudes for his next soireé. "Hot Night in Harlaam"
The lesson had been well learned.
*Cast not your pearls before swine...*

"Are you calling our dear leader a swine Jack!?"

The don looked up, startled to find a grinning Persephone hovering behind him.
*Damn these claivoyents!*

"Oh Jack but were damned already."
She giggled and began to drift back upriver, the hot winds of hell blowing the sheer chiton against the voluptuous body which had given Juan wet dreams since the day he got here.

"Wait a sec Perse, have you already raked thru the latest shipment of detrius the Big Boy sent down?"

If she had, there was no point in going on. She was a thorough fox all right...and besides maybe he could ask her to stop by for a drink. He'd been working on some new etchings she might like to see.

She paused and turned, the wispy fabric doing little to conceal the delightful globes of her rose nippled breasts...the shadowed delta between her long smooth thighs....

Naughty boy!....you should keep your mind on business!
She pointed to his bulging tights and laughed.
Laughed!
He began to burn...

'Calm down Jackie, yes I've already gleaned the latest lot, grabbed the best and left the rest, but you still might find a willing wench or two.

Is that all you think I'm interested in!
He did his best to sound aggreived.

Yes!
She shouted merrily over her shoulder and vanished in a puff of smoke upriver.

He caughed,
Wait! Null's party!...are you going?"
but she was gone.

He found the girl on the riverbank looking forlornly out over the roiling black waters at the frantic efforts of the Truly Damned to make the shore, which of course they never would.
He stopped the team of buxom blondies and hopped down.
This one certainly looked promising from the rear!

He approached her on silent slippered feet, taking in the narrow waist, the smooth dark skin, the honey rich hair...
Now if only...

Hi there! I'm Don Juan, your personal tour guide to Hell. Nice to meet ya!

He held out his hand, the girl turned and he was lost in her deep green eyes.

 

[landiek]

Desirae

She turned to the voice. "Hello"
Tour guide... she frowned slightly. He hardly fit her idea of a tour guide. She slowly stood up as her meduim sized boobs bounced. She had a sad look that made her look most lost then anything.
He had came to her...why not say more... she shrugged her shoulders and replied " I'm Desirae. Not that it matters very much" She took his hand gently and looked down at his slippers
"cute.." she mutters then looks around at the other sights. "Is this where I am meant to stay at? Are you the devil himself that the nuns warn us about?"
Her voice almost melodious yet very sad.
She turned her hands not really wanting to show off her wrists, as if he didn't have a clue how she got down here.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Persephone

Rot. Persephone heard Jack’s reminder about the ‘do’. She’d forgotten damn it. Well, after Null has a couple of drinks… maybe he would be willing to listen to her. But there was always a bit of tension between the two of them.

She’d also seen Jack go after the new wench. Cute kid… but really, why slit your wrists? Shaking her head ‘Wonder why his man-thing just hasn’t fallen off. Some of those he dipt his wick into – GOT to be diseased… but he was well… …endowed.’ Even she had to admit that.

Moving back to the pool she kicks the bench of her husband.

“Drop your JAVELIN, husband and wake UP.”

“Murrmph,” opening a bloodshot eye and squinting up at her. “Wha? Don’ bosser me, ...restin’.”

“RESTING? Hades, my dear you are as drunk as a SLEW of sailors in Bangkok. Get UP I say! I don’t know how much more USELESS you can be.” She towers over him, shaking in her anger.

“I’m up, I’M UP already, damn fool woman. WHAT?” Hades sits up blearily on the bench, scratching his balls and head simultaneously.

“Look at you. The ersatz boy’s party is in a couple of hours… Obviously I go without an escort…. AGAIN.” Her look as she said this had withered others. Hades just sat and scratched. Mother had certainly been right about him. Lately she's felt like blighting a crop or two when she looks at him.

She can say or think what she likes of Null with no fear. Her mind can’t be read nor can she be spied on, Demeter had passed a good many talents on to her.

“Have one of the studs take you.”

“You're IMPOSSIBLE. Mother warned me.” With that Persephone stormed away and Hades? Well, he grabbed another bottle and his prick… In exactly that order.

 

[landiek]

Desirae

Her mind was set on questions and her escort seemed willing enough to answer them. Except his one question.

So why did you cut your wrists
She had believed she was justified in her reasons, "I was unhappy with life.... After being disappointed all the time I decided to do something about it while taking my bath. I got dumped for the eighteenth time in a year."

She looked at the water "Am I meant to stay by the water's edge?"
Watching the movement within the waters, she sighed again. Desirae had remarked that her parents must have gotten a good laugh at her expense too. "Gave me a name that would set me up with a good man...what a joke. The only desire I could stir up is a smirk."

"Where all does this tour take me? Are you going to be the only other person I see here?"

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Null Lucifuge

Null stood on the carnellian balcony at the head of the great staircase looking down at the Grand Ballroom. Colored flames gushed from the fire pits at each end casting strange shadows of purple and green and orange upon the lavishly set tables amongst which flew imps and demons making final touches, setting out stunning arrangements of hellebore and nightshade, stinkweed and skullcap, and fingerbowls brimming with warm muriatic acid with which the guests might wash the sauce from their appendages after the hors d'oevres.

The decorator he had hired--Hieronymous Bash? Bosh? Something like that--had done a wonderful job, and he was especially impressed with the half a tree-man floating in two boats in the central pool in which imps frolicked and played, and the bagpipe monster who played himself. Null had always adored the sound of the pipes.

Joe Stalin brought Null his moustache wax, and Null didn't quite care for his grumbling. He would have to get rid of him after the party. Good help was so hard to find these days. That Capone man hadn't been much better either; too headstrong.

Null twirled the wax into his moustache and shaped it into two long uprising hooks. Even Dali couldn't do better, he thought. Then he swirled his best onyx cape around his shoulders and took up his favorite pitchfork, decorative, or course, but still useful when it came time for the Potluck Dinner of Souls to spear the most succulent young women onto his plate.

The guests would be arriving any minute now, and he could tell that things were already for them: the punch blazing, the bottles of vitriol and gall filled and on ice, plenty of opium and morphine on hand, as long as those damned musicians didn't get into it. Damned musicians indeed! How droll!

He hoped that Persephone would get here early, but he doubted she would. He knew she'd had just about enough of her old man Hades, and had now gone for at least a thousand years without any sex. She would be quite a morsel for a cock-and-tail job, and he knew she was impressed by his wealth and prestige. All he had to do was convince her to abandon her old world ways and get hip and he knew she would be one hot mama! She was far too good to be wasting her time in the Halls of Hades cleaning up Cerebrus-crap.

And here came the first guest now. Oh great! Charon the boatman. Always the first to come and the last to leave! With the personality of a used barf-mop. No doubts the Fates would be right behind him. Those women gave him the creeps, blind, doing nothing but weaving all the time.

Still, he had duties as a host. He cleared his throat loud enough that Mozart, on his knees in front of the harpsichord, dropped his dice and sprang to the keys and led the orchestra through the overture to Don Giovanni, hoping that would summon the Great Man himself. For if this party needed anything, it needed Jack's touch to really get those good times rolling.

"Charon! How delightful! I suppose you just rowed over from Styx and boy are your arms tired, eh?" Null said as he floated down the staircase towards the grim boatman.

 

[Babe In Jello]

Lilith

Lilith sat on the wet, black stone that made up the banks of the River of Self-Absorption. Her shimmering, raven-black hair fell around her in ripples as she watched one of her personal favorite Teases applying her makeup immaculately. Lilith felt a kind of kinship with these girls, they certainly shared her vanity and high opinion of herself. But the only difference was, where they believed they had power of men, she did.

Turning back to the large, leather bound book, she continued reading. It had been a gift from Null Lucifuge. She loved reading about herself in the chronicles of Earth.

Lilith – temptress, djinn, Queen of the Sitra Achra (the realm of the forces of evil). Lilith – a hissing and a by-word for generations of superstitious Jewish mothers, a magnificently defiant consort of Adam, the name of the tenth sphere of utter darkness, jealous lover of men, nemesis of new-born babies.

In her first appearance in Sumerian legend she was Lilitu, a harmful female demon whom in one incarnation preys on men and in another, imperils women in childbirth; incantation formulas against her are preserved in Akkadian and in an inscription in either Hebrew or Canaanite from the 7th or 8th centuries BCE.

Lilith was created, like Adam, from dust (although some legends have it that it was not “pure” dust but filth and sediment!). Because they were both created in the same way, they began to quarrel, each refusing to be subservient to the other, particularly in sexual congress. In her anger, Lilith pronounced the Ineffable Name, and instantly took wings and flew away.

Lilith was – not unsurprisingly – supposed to have been of great beauty with flowing, black, wind-tangled hair reflecting her origin as Lilitu, a spirit of the wind. She was said to have only one flaw, claws instead of feet, which may have given rise to the “screech owl” of the King James Version.

She glanced down at the black leather spiked heels that adorned her delicately formed feet. It was true, she got her shoes custom-made by a few errant fashion designers who had tried things a little too wild for the run-way. But they couldn’t really be called claws. She preferred talons. And at the moment, they were painted blood red to match the claws on her fingers.

Closing the book with a snap, she took one last look at her pet Teases. On those rare occasions that she wished she had been mortal, she longed to take their place. An endless stream of men to wrap around your little claw. Mmmm…pure bliss. Heaven surely couldn’t be this fun.

Nulls big fling was tonight – a must for anybody who was anybody in Hell. She had even sacrificed a nice, long session in the dungeons to give herself adequate time to dress and perfume herself. After all, it was rumored that Mura himself, a total hunk of a demon – and the inventor of the Greek practice of farmakeia, to boot – might show.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Persephone

Persephone is ready for the miserable Nullfest. Her temper no better after haranguing her staff with an acid tongue.

She’d decided on gold and looks every inch the goddess she is. Her dark red-gold hair is held back by a circlet of gold, curling down her back in regal splendor. The robe she dons is diaphanous bullion and a heavily jeweled clasp holds it to her shoulder. It falls to her sandaled feet in rippling waves that move and eddy around her even when she is still. Her small waist is wrapped in a golden girdle down to her hips. Her beautiful lips are the same deep scarlet as her nipples.

She’s beyond desirable. An ethereal vision. And so cursedly cranky, hornets would give her wide berth. Striding into Hades’ chamber, she’s appalled at what she sees. Not enough that he single handedly keeps Dionysus in the wine business. Now he’s buggering a satyr. Couldn’t he even use a nymph? By the gods! he’s angered her. Hasn't touched her in ages and uses… that GOAT?

Well Hell hath no fury quite like Persephone. With a snap of her head she sends the unfortunate satyr sailing through the air, ass over horns, to be squeezed between the slats of the mullioned window and dropped to the courtyard below. Her only satisfaction in the act is seeing how idiotic Hades looks pumping air.

Calling for her litter, she strides out to go to the damned party.

 

[landiek]

Desirae

She walks a bit with her Tour Guide. Glancing about every so often... waiting for more info to go off of. Or maybe that was her Hell.... to never know

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Null Lucifuge

Things are cooking now! The guests are plunging into their devil-fish in sauce diablo and the spicey jerked virgin, The boys from the Pit of Despair are eating their barbecued ribs whole, and those religious devils over at the back table look like they're getting ready for some real host desecrating. Everyone's joining in the general blaspheming and swearing, taking the Name in vain, and no doubt will soon be bearing false witness and coveting. After that the fornicating should really get going.

Null walks through the crowd, greeting and glad-handing the guests. There's no sign of the A-list ladies yet. Neither Lilith nor Persephone has shown up, neither has the Whore of Babylon, Jezebel, the Queen of Sheba, or the rest of the Old Gang. Marie Antoinette is there, and so is Catherine the Great, getting frisky with Priapus, who still speaks no English, or Russian for the matter. Mae West is talking with Casanova; they're quite an item these days, and it's not clear who wears more make-up. Hey, but to each his or her own, Null thinks.

"Hey there, Rudy!" he says to Valentino, "How they hangin'? You getting enough? Yeah, I thought so. Hey, I saw fatty Arbuckle back at the coke machine! Hey! Vlad Dracul! Long time no see, huh? Here! You've got to try one of these Turks-on-a-skewer. They're delish! Mata Hari! I see you've met Kaiser Bill. Excuse, me I've got to see hello to Salome! And there's James Dean!"

Over at Table 3 they'd possessed some of the serving girls and had them arranged in a long cunnilingual daisy chain, and now Baal was coming over with a handful of males to throw into the mix. That Baal would grow old before he grew up, that was for sure.

Null walked over and stroked one of the girl's breasts, making her writhe in pleasure as she licked at his wrist. He was his normal size, which made him about three times the size of the girl, but he still appreciated the feel of her breast. Call him old-fashioned, but he'd been all over the universe andhe still liked those earth girls best. He loved the way they were so proper and coy while in their mortal bodies. Butter wouldn't melt in their mouths. But just let a devil touch one of them and--Great Lucifer!--stand back. Some of those earth chicks could teach a thing or two to Hell's own volcanos.

The girl started twining around his arm, pressing her breasts against him and rubbing her crotch against his forearm, making a wet smear against his red skin. Null, nothing if not a good sport, plucked the girl from his arm and slid his finger into her. She squealed in orgasmic pleasure, arching her back as she came, and Null gave her a little spin so that she revolved slowly on his hand.

It was a little trick of his and they'd all seen it before. But really, Null's mind was on the door, waiting for the real Ladies to appear.

 

[landiek]

Desirae

Noticing her host was looking elsewhere. She nodded, "Maybe you had better be going too."

She glanced into his eyes once more, a sadness deep in her green eyes. Yet she gave him a weak smile and walked away

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Persephone

"STOP.” The imperial command caused the litter bearing ash nymphs to stumble and Persephone was thrown forward.

“Bumbling tramps,” she fumed, should have just taken Pegasus and left these sluts with Hades.

“Hey you there… Yes, you…Desirae.” Persephone addressed the little mortal creature.

“Didn’t Jack tell you? There’s a ‘do’ at Null’s. If you're on this end of the River, you go. And you can’t go like that. Every other slattern in Hell will be naked. Didn’t they teach you anything?” With a twist and a small flourish Persephone decked Desirae in a sheer white chiton and green leather girdle. Went so well with her hair and eyes.

“Now climb up here, the least I can do is give you a ride.”

“You’ve met Jack of course, he gloms on to anything with a vagina. Terribly common of him, …” and Persephone kept talking to Desirae, maliciously gossiping nigh til they breached the gates.

“You can stay by me until I tell you to go. Anyone gives you a hard time, let me know.” That there was arrogance in this statement never even occurred to Persephone.

Standing at the entrance, they made a striking pair - Persephone and Desirae. Persephone certainly had no qualms that a earth woman would ever outshine her, she was usually kind to mortals.

Charon, ever disagreeable, saunters past looking at their breasts with his bleary eyes and states, “Nice tits”. Too bad he didn’t notice the low stool that appeared before him with a wink of her eye, before falling over it into Liberace who makes the mistake of copping a feel.

Steering Desirae around the resulting ruckus, Persephone catches the eye of Null, spinning a woman on his finger. How gauche. She nods graciously at him.

He nods in return and clearly mouths, “Nice tits,” with a grin.

With a sigh of resigned disgust, Persephone decides she really would just as soon leave. She HATES these parties. And the music was HORRIBLE.

 

[landiek]

She looks up at the woman... "How do you know my name?" She looked at the woman strangely "A do?"

Strangely enough being dressed up by this woman was a bit comforting. Listening carefully to everything she was told by this woman. Walking into the room that the festivities were being held was almost a trip to the candy shop for her. Never in her life had she been to a party. She was thankful to be with someone that was stronger willed then herself too.

She looked about at all the stars and starlettes that was here and hearing different voices ...made her realize that there was a lot she would never know. Yet the woman had given her a storybook moment and why not appreciate it. She did ...sticking with Persephone as long as she could.

 

[ariosto]

Don Juan exits

OOC... Oh ye of the damned if only you'd set a slower pace.
I'm afraid that Don Juan can't keep up.
We all have different capabilities regarding the frequency of posts and Its obvious you have set a faster pace than I can follow.
It's a great thread, I hate to leave.

Good luck Doctor M and all you damned girls *grin*
See you on the boards.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Null Lucifuge

Ah, There was Persephone, and she'd caught him at this embvarrassing moment, playing with the mortal imp on his finger. With a twitch of his finger he flung her off and half way across the room. His eyes glittered and he drew upon himself his full demonic dignity, for as wild and wanton this gala was, Null's reasons for giving it were deep and profoundly serious, and he was hiding his purposes in the the wrappings of foolish revelry.

He was a powerful lord, but he would have more power, and he had spent long eons engaged in researching the sources and nature of demonic strength and influence. And he was sure now that, for him, the roots of power lie in the energies of the sexual act, for in Hell as in the rest of the universe every act was more than it seemed. Every act had its physical dimensions but also its spiritual and magical dimensions. For the Lord of the Seventh Circle, every act was a sexual act, and not a finger was raised on earth that he didn't feel somewhere in his realm as an increase or diminution of his powers. Not a sigh was uttered that didn't echo like thunder in the halls of Hell. And thus everything that occurred on earth was like a never ending sexual incantataion that kept him balanceddon his throne of Lust and Desire.

But to transcend these limitation, Null Lucifuge needed the passion of one or more worthy female counterparts to meet him in a cosmic sexual act, a supernatural orgasm which would elevate their powers to the next level and give them increased power over the earth. And that was the purpose of this ball: to find his female counterpart and engage in a sexual duet of unimaginable pleasure.

The mortal with Persephone seemed to be confused, cursed with that terrible earthly sin of shyness. Perhpas the way to the Goddess' heart lie through her mortal companion.

"Desirae, is it not, my dear?" he says to the young female, easily plucking her name from her mind. "What a lovely name, I am so glad you came. But really dear, your shyness will not serve you well here. What is the cause of your nervousness? Do you not think your desires are as valid as any other's here? Do you think your soul is not worth as much? Or that your physical beauty is not up to snuff? This is Hell, dear! Think of what you want, and it is yours!"

With a flourish of his cape, Null produced a velvet box filled with exquisite gems, each its own inticate setting, sparkling as if alive. Each set of stones lay in its own special lot in the box, and Null pointed them out to her. "This one is Beauty, this one Presence Here is Courage, Grace, Lust... All yours for the taking, dear. Now do help yourself. This shyness is so unbecoming, don't you agree Persephone?"

 

[ariosto]

"What a precious little.... presshus...'
Marilyn parted her full cherry lips, puckered and blew a kiss at Desirae who flinched back knocking the glittering gems to the floor where several of them shattered.

The sequined gowned ingenue tossed her blond hair and stuck her little pink tongue out at Null.
"Wash him sweetie, heesh a cheapskate, that shit aint nothin but glass."
They all watched her as she slunk away and disappeared into the crowd of the boisterous damned.

Persephone looked at Jack and cocked an eyebrow.

"Vodka...Old Mister Boston."
He said apologeticaly.

Null had a frown on his diabolical face that would have terrified
Genghis Khan. Genghis wasn't here tonight, home with a cold, so it didn't terrify anybody except the new girl Desirae.

"Take it easy honey honey, he won't bite."
Seph chucked the devil's nephew under his pointed chin and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"See...a pussy cat."

Jack had caught the girl when Marilyn's funerial breath
had bowled her over and was taking advantage of her confusion to cop outrageous feels of her firm round ass and pert lil breasts.

"Jack stop it! If you want to play with boobies, why don't you get me a drink and maybe I'll reward you."
Seph was always the voice of reason and good sense.
With a sigh he tossed the novitiate into Nulls waiting arms and headed for the bar.

"I'm gonna send that drunken slut of yours into the INNER Inner circle one of these nights you know!"
Lucifuge yelled after him.

"I know Boss...I know..."

No one had noticed the entrance of the raven haired beauty perched high on 6 inch stiletto heels'...no one that is save one.

 

[landiek]

Desirae

She glances around the room, staying close to Persephone. She had felt lost in this revelery.... interesting yet fearful of the newness of the things she sees.

She glances around to see if her "tour guide" was present. As if familairity was a plus at this moment.

She looked at the one coming closer and she did shy away... caught in her own juices. He called her by name which made her believe that everyone knew one another's name. Yet his offer didn't tempt her any as her eyes glanced elsewhere.... He knew she wasn't a happy person yet there might be something... tempting her with gems that enhanced one's persona... she even looked at the assortment and glanced back at Persephone for approval....

when the woman Marilyn stepped over she shyed away again...spilling the stones... Desirae looked at them and sighed.... just her luck..can touch it but never have it.... She glanced up again and saw her "tour guide", she gave a weak smile.... Yet backed away from Null... unsure of him all together...

His touch was strange to her... just bound for her luck... teased in the realm of the damned... boy was she damned. He pushed her away.. she felt uglier then and into Null's arms ..made her more uneasy.... Her tears fell, she really wanted out.... wanted to run, but in Hell where could one run?

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Persephone

As we walk to get a drink, I call back to Null, “Will you have some time for me later? I’d like to speak to you.” At his curt nod I listen to Jack’s foolish prattle and allow him a feel. Jack just seems to radiate good cheer and it’s impossible not to respond to his effervescence.

“You’ll never change Jackie, will you? The constants in my life are you and the idiot I married.”

“Told ya time and time again Seph, leave that hairy clod and come to me.”

Clinking glasses I laugh.

“Yeah Jack, like I’m about to trade one hell for another. Think I want to spend my day watching you chase virgins?

“Actually you wouldn’t be doing any more chasing. I’m rather jealous and would turn them to ash before I shared. And then you wouldn’t be the same Jack… so it’s rather futile, Jackie my dear.”

With a turn I embrace Jack before he has time to make a motion, my hand drops to his unfailing erection and I kiss him with just a hint of the power I possess. Even after so many dry years shunning contact, I can’t believe a mortal arouses me… Jack least of all. Consummate womanizer, the cries of his deflowering dalliances echo all the way to my manse.

Squashing down the feeling with a sigh, I back away. Damn, damn and damn. I shouldn’t have kissed him. Teasing him just teased me, I should be above all this carnal crap!

I look over his shoulder to find Null glaring at me the little Desirae still in his grasp. I’d forgotten all about her. Well, no doubt Sir Null would manage her fine.

“Come on Jackie, let’s mingle.”