Adramelekh

Welcome, traveller. I'm sure we'll be firm friends. There's a lot that I know, and more I'm willing to deal. Bring me what you have, and I'll tell you if it's of value. <>Chancellor of Hell<> {Independent Roleplaying Blog}

[adramelekhhiding]

[constantron9000]

Guess Who.  No, really. 

[redolenceredefined]

is-

                  is somEboDy….

                                            thinking 

                                                                        …of mE? 

[adramelekhhiding]

[adramelekhhiding]

more things to torment @yidhra-thedreamwitch

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@yidhra-thedreamwitch

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a ‘gift’ to @yidhra-thedreamwitch 

[adramelekhhiding]

unfinished WIP lost to the ages

[adramelekhhiding]

bend&break | torture RP | #tw

[warlockxleehom]

Leehom tried to stop the demon from lifting his head but was unable to. The moment he heard the faint click of the fork being snapped in place and the feeling of the pointed tips lightly pressing against him had a shiver run down his spine. 

He couldn’t look the demon straight anymore. Though he was still able to slightly move his head from side to side, he could already see the scratches it would leave underneath his chin. The position his head was now in would become unbearable in a while. Making him wonder how long was the other planning on keeping this thing in place. The warlock still remembered reading that, back in the day, the inquisitor used to leave the fork for days on someone preventing them from a real rest when other torture methods weren’t being applied. 

The question brought his attention back to the one in front of him and he instantly tensed with those words before he replied cautiously, though he knew there wouldn’t be an answer that would help him in this situation. “I’ve come to learn how to endure it.” It was the partial truth. He didn’t like it, but with the increasing potion’s explosion he simply grew to endure it and overcome it as fast as he could. Though he always had a little help from pain relieving potions.

[adramelekhhiding]

He purses his lips, hands running over the selection of implements he’s laid out with a lingering familiarity. “We’ll see how well you know this,” he says with a slight curve of his lips, picking up a device that’s simple enough by modern standards. As close to modern magic as he thinks it might be able to get. 

Pressing a button on the side sends sparks between conduits. It makes a noise he’s beginning to love, the crackle of a few thousand volts of casual power. A hand-held taser. 

Adramelekh holds it close to the man without actually making contact, enough to make the skin on his arms prickle as the sparks hover dangerously close, but just far enough off to prevent an actual electrical shock or the spasm that will accompany it. A pointed look at the fork is enough to make his intentions clear. 

“Let’s get to know each other a little better. Start with something simple. Your name will do.” He knows who this is. But these things have to be done... properly.

[adramelekhhiding]

so like, I’m thinking about coming back tentatively, would anyone like to do a new thread or resume an old one? hit me up

[constantron9000]

don’t look at me copic markers

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[thedemonconstantine-blog]

                                           I’ll be your Mirror                Reflect what you are  ||  In case you don’t know

[adramelekhhiding]

[thedemonconstantine-blog]

      ♆♆   “As far as I can tell, you see, I’m some kind of Maverick Entity. None of the rules seem to apply to me. I’m a free spirit now; I’ve plumbed the sordid depths you’ve always aspired to.”

[gueljeturks]

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