Thank you so much for tagging me @dotr-rose-love! This game made me take some time and re-read some drafts I have sitting in my computer since ages lol (lockdown didn’t help my writer’s block like I hoped lol)
The words I had to find are: sun, blood, the and shake.
Sun
The sunlight that was filtering by the window was touching softly her figure, creating a bronze glow on her umber skin and her curly mahogany hair tied in a ponytail, decorated by a pastel yellow bow.
(from this old Beyond the Veil excerpt)
Blood
His clothes soaked by the rain hung tightly to his body like his drenched hair were plastered to his face. He kept his head low, eyes wide open fixed on his own hands stained with blood that started to get washed away by the heavy rain.
(from Voices, a scene I wrote for a drabble challenge)
The
The basement's corridors were dark and barely lit by the cold light of the fluorescent lights on the ceiling that had some panels missing. The walls were covered in tiles that probably some time ago were white, now dirtied by dust and who knows what else. The floors had reduced to bare worn concrete, dirty and with still some streaks of something that was accidentally spilt on them and that didn't go away even with the aid of chemical detergents whose smell still filled the stagnant air of that place. Some thick and heavy doors divided the corridors, to provide a sort of isolation for the different areas of the basement.
(For this, I chose a piece never posted of the excerpt “An experiment”)
Shake
The dark place was lit up from the eerily red light coming from the big circle that appeared on the ground around him. Ground that trembled like it was shaken by an earthquake, while its temperature was rising. On the inside of the circle four spots, like corners of a square, started to glow more brightly, becoming incandescent like lava spewed out of a volcano and from there long chains slithered out and wrapped around his limbs and body, pulling him and forcing him to kneel on the soil
(From A child’s play a scene I wrote for Writober 19 day 1)
My words for the people that would like to try this are: darkness, scream, fire and gold~
It was quite some time since I had this idea in the backburner, since when the staff in the rpg I was playing started to ruin nice plots to show off their over powered characters and ruining the game for the other players…or maybe even before that, since I found old notes about a horror-themed story with devils, fallen angels, Hell and other things like that.
So, in the end, I decided to start jotting down something and trying to find the right plot that works between the ideas I have floating in my mind.
What I'd like to put in this WiP:
Biblical stuff like angels, fallen angels, devils/demons, Hell, Heaven, and so on
Horror stuff, so there will be some blood&gore I think. But not too much because I personally dislike gratuitous gore.
War between Heaven and Hell
A plot
One of the ideas had something about the Apocalypse, but I still have to see how to make it work with the other ideas.
Another idea was to try to make the plot fit at least few parts of the plots used for some quests that got ruined in the already mentioned rpg.
Not sure if the title will stay there or not, but as for now it fits.
If I'll change the title, this one will be used as chapter title.
Tags and links related to this wip:
Tags specific for this wip: #inthepitsofhell wip, #inthepitsofhell wip excerpt
I first hint at this wip in this "11/11/11 Tag Game"
The first few lines I posted of this WiP here: Last Line Tag - V
Excerpt in Writober 19's Day 1: A child's play
Excerpt in Writober 19'2 Day 2: The Devil's Violin
Exerpt in Writober 19's Day 3&4: Not an actual temple
I'll try to update the blurb and the list of links every time I post something related to this wip and possibile changes to the plot and such!
[Italian version under the cut! / Versione in italiano a seguire!]
Nelle Profondità dell’Inferno
Era ormai un po’ di tempo che avevo questa idea che mi ronzava in testa, da quando nel gdr dove giocavo lo staff aveva iniziato a rovinare le belle trame per sfoggiare i loro personaggi overpowered e rovinando il gioco agli altri giocatori…or forse anche da prima, dato che ho trovato vecchi appunti per una storia dell'orrore con diavoli, angeli caduti, Inferno e altre cose affini.
Quindi, allafine, ho deciso di iniziare ad abbozzare qualcosa e provare a cercare la giusta trama che funzioni tra tutte le idee che mi svolazzano per la mente.
Cosa mi piacerebbe inserire in questo progetto:
Roba biblica come angeli, angeli caduti, diavoli/demoni, Inferno, Paradiso, e così via.
Cose horror, quindi ci sarà un po' di sangue e gore credo. Non sarà esagerato, anche perché io personalmente disprezzo il gore gratuito.
Guerra tra Paradiso e Inferno
Una trama
Una delle idee riguardava l'Apocalisse, ma devo ancora vedere come farlo funzionare con le altre idee.
Un'altra idea era di provare a cercare di inserire nella trama almeno qualche piccola parte delle trame che usarono in alcune quest e che furono rovinate nel sopracitato gdr.
Non sono sicuro se il titolo rimarrà così o meno, ma per ora ci azzecca. Anche se preferisco la versione inglese!
Se cambierò il titolo, questo lo utilizzerò come titolo di uno dei capitoli
Tags e link legati a questo progetto:
Tags specifici per questo progetto: #inthepitsofhell wip, #inthepitsofhell wip excerpt
Ho accennato per la prima volta a questo progetto in questo "11/11/11 Tag Game"
Qui trovate le prime poche righe di questo progetto: Last Line Tag - V
Estratto nel Giorno 1 del Writober 19: Un gioco da bambini
Estratto nel Giorno 2 del Writober 19: Il Violino del Diavolo
Estratto nel Giorno 3&4 del Writober 19: Non un vero tempio
Cercherò di aggiornare il riassunto e la lista dei link ogni volta che condividerò qualcosa legato al progetto e in caso di possibili cambi a trama e affini!
I have to admit that I still haven’t decided which OCs is vegan or vegetarian, but I can give a rough overview.
In my WiP “Beyond the Veil” I think that Rupert and Rosaline most probably will be vegetarian or almost vegetarian, and this will extend to all the Fae Folk in the story since they mostly eat what nature offers and usually don’t harm animals. Also some “variants” of shapeshifters could be vegan, since maybe they could not like animals being in part one of them but mostly the herbivore-based shapeshifter since their body can naturally process high volumes of vegetables or fruits. But, as said, I still haven’t decided so there could be more characters in the list.
For my WiP “In the Pits of Hell” there is nothing decided. Right now I have in my mind around three characters and all three don’t actually have the same eating habits as humans.
Thank you for dropping this question, it’ll help me flesh out more the OCs I already have: I genuinely didn’t think of something like this. Only some likes/dislikes/allergies in food but nothing more.
Since yesterday I didn’t have time to write anything for Writober (not that I must write everyday, but right now I want to try just to see if I can write more than the five days of last year’s writober lol) today I tried to write some more, mixing some of yesterday’s and today’s prompts.
This is another piece that will need some fixing and rewriting, maybe a bit silly after the previous two scenes I shared, but even this will go into my wip “In the Pits of Hell”.
The prompts used are:
3 - Mundane & 4 - Summon from October 2019 prompt list by @downwithwritersblock
Day 2 - “Just follow me, I know the area” & Day 4 - “I know you didn’t ask for this.” from Fictober 2019 prompt list by @fictober-event
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Title: Not an actual temple
“Do you know that I’m not here in the mundane realm to do some tourism?” remarked the man, running a hand through his grey hair “but because I was entrusted with the task of-”
“Yeah, yeah, okay” the interruption came from what looked like a young man around twenty-five or twenty-seven years old, with raven black hair and many tattoos of various shapes that marked his skin crawling out of his t-shirt with a death metal band print on it. “Just...follow me, I know the area.” added, turning his head to the older man and giving him a wide smile that showed off his unnatural pointed teeth.
The Devil’s Advocate huffed, mumbling to himself something intelligible – probably something about how much he loathed getting appointed to locate and get a hold of one of the devils that were living hiding between the humans on Earth – and followed the other along the street of the human city in which they were.
“Would you at least mind telling me where we are going to?” asked the severe advocate, interrupting that silence that had formed between them when the other simply started to walk and tinker with a battered smartphone.
The devil with younger appearances put away his phone inside one of the pockets of his black leather pants and returned to look towards the older “I know you didn’t ask for it, but I thought that we could talk in a place a bit more… let’s say appropriate.” another smile appeared on his face when on the visage of the stoic Advocate a hint of puzzlement showed up. Non that it was visible, but he knew the Devil’s Advocate for long enough to have learnt to read even the minimal shifts of his severe and austere expression. “You know, right, which city is this and its fame?” added.
“Sure: we are in Salem, the one made famous in history for its witch-hunting past.” answered the devil “Did you choose this place because you thought that it could be, how you say, ironic-”
“Ironic the idea of two infernal creature like us met in a place where, in the past, hundreds of people were killed because others suspected that they were allied with the rest of us?” the younger interrupted again, amused by the unnerved expression of the other “Yes and no.”
“And then for what other reason?”
“It shows that it’s been a while since you hung out on Earth, but still I thought that you would’ve come back from time to time to wander between your fellow humans.”
“Watch what you are saying” hissed the Advocate, trying to not lose his usual aplomb, pointing his left index finger in warning towards the younger looking devil “You know very well that I’m a devil just like you.” remarked.
A sly smile grew on the younger’s face, points of the forked tongue slipping out for a little bit between the pointed teeth, trying to not burst out laughing in front of the other devil. “Oh, my old friend!” chuckled “You haven’t changed at all! And I’m still able to make you lose your temper, I was afraid to be out of practice!” continued, trying to suffocate another laugh and turning into another street.
The devil huffed and rolled his eyes, but returned to his usual severe composure following in silence the younger that after few moments started again to speak. “Here in Salem, there is an interesting place called “The Temple of Satan”. It’s not the real one, and they are some edgys that want to be some kind of rebels from the traditional religions or something like that. Not that kind of Satanists that do sacrifices and that try to summon some of us… fuck, it’s been a while since the last time I popped out from some summoning circle scaring the shit out of some dickheads!”
“So, you thought that it could be fun to talk while in this “Temple of Satan” because of our nature?” asked the advocate, trying to put the conversation back on its tracks.
“Yeah...and because I wanted to take a selfie with their Baphomet statue to post it on Instagram” replied the youngster.
“So, everything for the irony of the place and for taking a picture to put on I-don’t-know-what of the humans?”
“A selfie on Instagram.” corrected the devil shaking the smartphone that was again in his hands, probably to answer a message. “It’s a social used by the humans usually to share photos and videos. Sytry talked me about it, they’re an influencer on there or almost.” the smartphone was put back into the leather trousers’ pocket “Anyways it’s weird that someone like me, well way older than you, is the one that is more in step with the times!” his attention then was moved to look around the street, searching for the building they were trying to reach, left hand scratching his head in confusion.
“Mh. If you are so up to date, you should already know that the Temple is an art gallery and not an actual temple...right?” said the Devil’s Advocate, with a slightly amused smile on his otherways stoic face.
“Oh.”
Italian under the cut!
Dato che ieri non ho avuto tempo per scrivere alcunché per Writober (non che io abbia l’obbligo di scrivere ogni giorno, ma al momento voglio provare solo per vedere se sono in grado di scrivere più dei cinque giorni del writober dello scorso anno lol) oggi ho provato a scrivere un po’ di più, mescolando alcuni spunti di ieri e di oggi.
Questo è un altro pezzo che necessiterà di essere sistemato e riscritto, forse un po’ più sciocco rispetto alle precedenti due scene che ho condiviso, ma anche questo andrà a finire nel mio work in progress “Nelle Profondità dell’Inferno”.
Gli spunti usati sono:
3 - Mondano & 4 - Evocare from October 2019 prompt list by @downwithwritersblock
Day 2 - “Solo seguimi, conosco la zona” & Day 4 - “Lo so che non avevi chiesto questo” from Fictober 2019 prompt list by @fictober-event
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Titolo: Non un vero tempio
“Lo sai che non mi trovo nella dimensione mondana per fare il turista” rimarcò l’uomo passandosi una mano tra i capelli grigi “ma perché mi è stato affidato il compito di-”
“Sì, sì, okay” lo interruppe quello che appariva come un giovane sui venticinque o ventisette anni, dai capelli corvini e sulla pelle svariati tatuaggi che sbucavano e serpeggiavano da sotto la sua maglietta recante la stampa di una band deathmetal, rappresentanti i soggetti più disparati. “Solo...seguimi, conosco la zona.” aggiunse, volgendo il capo verso l’uomo più anziato e rivolgendogli un sorriso che metteva in mostra la sua dentatura innaturalmente acuminata.
L’avvocato del Diavolo sbuffò, borbottò qualcosa d’incomprensibile tra sé – probabilmente qualcosa legato a quanto detestasse quando lo incaricavano di rintracciare qualcuno diavoli mescolatisi tra gli umani sulla Terra – e seguì l’altro lungo una delle strade della città umana in cui si trovavano.
“Potresti almeno degnarti di dirmi dove ci stiamo dirigendo?” domandò il severo avvocato, interrompendo quel silenzio che si era andato a formare tra loro quando l’altro si era semplicemente messo a camminare e armeggiare con uno smartphone dall’aria un po’ malconcia.
Il diavolo dalle apparenze più giovanili ripose il cellulare nella tasca dei pantaloni di pelle nera che indossava e tornò a voltare il capo verso l’anziano “So che non l’avevi richiesto, ma ho pensato che si potrebbe parlare in un posto un po’ più… adeguato, diciamo.” altro sorriso gli apparve sul viso quando sul volto impassibile dell’Avvocato una nota di perplessità si fece notare. Non che fosse evidente, ma ormai conosceva l’Avvocato del Diavolo da ormai abbastanza tempo da riuscire a cogliere i minimi cambiamenti nella seria e severa espressione altrui. “Sai, no, che città è questa e la sua fama?” aggiunse.
“Certo: ci troviamo a Salem, quella resa famosa nella storia per gli episodi di caccia alle streghe.” rispose il diavolo “Hai scelto questa città come luogo d’incontro perché trovavi, come dire, ironic-”
“Ironica l’idea che due creature infernali come noi si incontrassero in un luogo dove, in passato, centinaia di persone furono uccise perché si sospettavano in combutta con noialtri?” lo interruppe nuovamente il giovane, divertito dall’espressione irritata altrui “Sì e no.”
“E allora per quale altro motivo?”
“Si vede che è un po’ che non bazzichi più sulla Terra, eppure pensavo che saresti tornato almeno ogni tanto a gironzolare tra i tuoi simili”
“Bada a come parli” sibilò l’Avvocato, cercando di non perdere il suo usuale aplomb, andando a puntare l’indice mancino verso l’altro in una sorta di gesto ammonitore “Sai bene che sono un diavolo tanto quanto te.” rimarcò.
Un sorriso sornione si fece strada sul volto del giovane, lingua biforcuta che per qualche momento spuntò tra i denti acuminati, cercando di non mettersi a ridere di fronte all’altro. “Oh, vecchio mio!” sghignazzò “Proprio non sei cambiato di una virgola! E sono ancora in grado di farti perdere le staffe, temevo di non essere più allenato!” proseguì, trattenendo un’altra risatina e imboccando una nuova via.
Il diavolo sbuffò e roteò gli occhi al cielo, ma tornò alla sua usuale severa compostezza seguendo in silenzio il giovane che poco dopo riprese a parlare.
“Qui a Salem c’è una struttura interessante chiamata “Il Tempio di Satana”. Non è quello vero, loro sono più degli edgy che vogliono fare i ribelli rispetto alle religioni convenzionali o qualcosa del genere. Non quel tipo di satanisti che fanno sacrifici e che cercano di evocare qualcuno di noi… cazzo, è un po’ che non sbuco da un qualche rituale di evocazione terrorizzando dei coglioni!”
“Quindi, hai pensato che fosse divertente il parlare in questo “Tempio di Satana” data la nostra natura?” domandò l’avvocato, cercando di tornare sul punto della questione.
“Sì… e anche perché volevo farmi un selfie con la loro statua di Baphomet per postarla su Instagram” affermò il giovane.
“Quindi tutto questo per l’ironia del luogo e per farti una foto da mettere su non so che cosa degli umani?”
“Un selfie su Instagram” precisò il diavolo agitando il telefono che di nuovo teneva in mano rispondendo probabilmente a un messaggio “È un social usato dagli umani dove di solito postano foto e video. Me ne ha parlato Sytry, ormai è un influencer o quasi.” smartphone che quindi venne posto di nuovo all’interno della tasca dei pantaloni di pelle “Comunque è assurdo che uno come me, di gran lunga più vecchio di te, sia quello più al passo con i tempi!” lo sguardo poi si spostò a scrutare i dintorni della via, alla ricerca dell’edificio verso cui erano diretti, mano mancina che va a grattare distrattamente il capo corvino.
“Mh. Se sei così al passo coi tempi, saprai che il Tempio è una galleria d’arte e non un vero e proprio tempio...vero?” disse l’Avvocato del Diavolo, con un lieve accenno di sorriso divertito sul suo volto altrimenti severo.
“Oh”.
Aaand I ended up writing and not doing the task I was supposed to do, so I think that now it’s time to do that and only after (doing that and making dinner) I’ll revise what I wrote and post that!
AND also it appears that even today I wrote something that I’ll edit and rewrite for my new wip “In the Pits of Hell”.
I should make an actual wip page for it, since now I’m starting to have some material for it...I don’t have a tag list for it, tho. Anyone interested? It will be something like biblical-horror or something dark(?) like that.
I'm a bit late for this one, but thank you for tagging me @dotr-rose-love! With this, I'm also answering few past Last Line Tag games that I had to skip because of my reeeeeally slow updating of my work.
And also, for this I wanted to briefly introduce you this other wip that I added on my WiP Masterpost, since the last thing I wrote was for this one and not for my main wip that is Beyond the Veil.
Anyways, let's continue~
Rules: Write the last sentence in your current WIP
The following, as stated before, is from another wip and its working title is "In the Pits of Hell"
The Devil's Advocate sighed heavily, letting himself flop to sit on his armchair. Face cupped between his hands and elbows resting on the wooden desk. Dealing with certain elements was gruelling. But somebody had to do it, and it was better for them if it was him and not the Guardian of the Infernal Justice...or worse, the Infernal Court itself.
and now, the original Italian version
L’Avvocato del Diavolo sospirò pesantemente, lasciandosi cadere seduto sulla propria poltrona. Viso preso tra le mani e gomiti appoggiati sulla superficie della scrivania. Trattare con certi elementi era estenuante. Ma qualcuno doveva farlo ed era meglio per loro che sia lui e non il Guardiano della Giustizia Infernale...o peggio, la Corte Infernale stessa.
