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👑😈🍹 ([personal profile] hellscapes) wrote in [community profile] superhell2023-02-18 06:20 pm
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WEEK ONE: EXECUTION


Hello, deadlings.

Ha. Ha ha.

Yesterday was a wild chain of events, wasn't it? Nine hours is a long time to work, but you solved the case and voted for the correct culprit. Lucky you. But the weekend "fun" isn't over just yet.

On Sunday morning, you'll soon hear a sound coming from the dock. There's a large ferry waiting for you, and even if you resist you'll eventually find yourself compelled to climb aboard and set off on a short voyage. The islands around you look fairly blurry, but you don't go very far before you stop at a slab of land with two large buildings stationed. You won't be able to look at the one on the right now, the one you've come to know as the trial bar. Instead, your feet navigate you to the building on the left as the door creaks open. On your way in, you notice some posters hung beside the door, advertising today's event.

Inside is a bar. It's pretty swanky in comparison to the others you've seen, tables and chairs arranged comfortably for everyone to have a seat and spread out however they'd like. The bar is fully stocked with all kinds of alcohol along with an arrangement of bar food for anyone who's feeling a bit peckish. At the head of the room, there appears to be a stage washed in red lights with a wide area for performances.

At a table in the corner all six demons are gathered around.

-Bloody Mary and Midori are seated together, staring intensely at the stage.
-Blue Hawaiian and Malibu Sunset are draped over each other, phones in hand and slightly covered by Cosmopolitan.
-Rosé is seated nearby, looking impatient.

As you find your seats and get yourself something to drink, darkness begins to fill the bar and a banner unfurls over the stage.

TODAY'S PERFORMER:
FOUR
10AM
Enjoy the show


No matter where you look, you will find that Four is not amongst you. But there isn't time to look further before the lights dim and the curtains draw.

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[personal profile] forefall 2023-02-19 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ in her memories, four hated her parents. in her memories, she loved her sisters. in her memories, she hated her sisters. in her memories, she knew she would never be protected.

she's splattered in blood, but that's how an intoner should be. she is weak in his arms, and she shuts her eyes and wants to shut her eyes to the shadow's words. she wanted to hear those words from someone so much, and it causes what's left of her heart to crumble.

lu bixing's words are sweet in her ears and they're sweet enough for her to want them to stick and cling to her, but it's hard when he's about to kill her. he's going to kill her like everyone else she thought was supposed to care about her. ]


It'll never happen.

[ her last words are quiet and forced out in gasps. she's limp even as she feels the sting in her neck.

her hand moves one last time, almost on instinct, almost as a wish, fingers curling around the hem of lu bixing's shirt, as if to delude herself into believing his words.

as if she could believe someone could ever love her more than themself.

as if a father could love her at all. ]