Its all a blur. A mix of blaring sounds and bright lights. Urgent voices and the sickly iron smell of blood. Yours. The one thing you do remember clearly is you got hurt.
You drift in and out of consciousness as any perception of time has slipped your minds grasp, ever so vaguely aware of doctors, nurses, surgeries, and the hum of the fluorescent lights. But it is not these waking moments your mind focuses upon.
In the empty moments, the dreaming sleep, the dark abyss of unconsciousness, you’ve had the same dream. Endless black stone halls, walls covered in ancient dried red streaks that match the iron smell your nose picks up in the waking world.
And you walk.
Each step sends seemingly endless echos, and as your eyes adjust you notice countless strange symbols carved everywhere into the oppressive facade. A feeling deep in your stomach tells you this place is dangerous, that you weren’t meant to be here, but whatever the truth may be your presence goes undisturbed.
Eventually, after you do not know how long or how many times of drifting in and out of consciousness you reach what seems like an end. Staring ahead you see a single…jail cell it almost seems. Metal bars anchored into the ceiling or ground stopping you from going further and behind it only darkness, nothing able to be seen. And then a voice speaks, low, soft, smooth. Like silk, sugar and honey.
“Hello friend. I’ve had so many visitors recently. Someone slipped my blood into the supply for donations. Does nothing for the normal transfusions but those of you near death, you come here. Oh, yes, I should say you’re dying. You know that right?”
Unable to speak, you simply nod
”I thought so. It’s alright, I can assure you, there’s nothing to be afraid of in death. But…I know you mortals aren’t quite so keen on the idea. Right now my blood is the only thing keeping you alive though. It’s funny really, the blood of a demon keeping a mortal alive. So how about this, I’ll make you an offer?”
Slowly you see a hand reach out from the bars, human and seemingly normal in every respect, it extends out palm open as if to take your hand in its own to shake.
“I can give you your life. All I ask is that you live it, however you so wish to do so. You’ll even be improved from the experience, my blood will make sure of that. It may not all be positive, but you’ll quite enjoy the positives I assure you. For me to save you though, you’ll need to focus. Think of something in your living world. An object, a person, a memory, an idea. Something you love, or hate, or maybe something you wanted to do in life. All that’s required is you have a connection to it.”
The hand stretches a few more inches out
”Do we have a deal?”
Rules/Notes:
-You may decide what injured you to the point of near death, as only someone near death is able to meet the Demon behind the bars.
-Pick whether or not you accept the deal, if yes continue if no then you die from your injuries.
-If you accept the deal, pick one thing you(or your character) thinks of to anchor themselves to life. Could be anything. Swords, cold days, summer, friends, family, revenge, love, a memory, anything at all. Only things you can’t pick are high level abstracts, like reality or omnipotence or etc. Things like “wanting more time” or “wanting to reach perfection” however are valid.
-Everyone who takes the deal gets Peak Human Body and Enhanced Lifespan by default, as well as assorted other powers dependent on what they used to anchor themselves to life.
-The life you are being given is from the blood of a demon infused into you. As such your powers grow not only from time and training but also if you allow corruption to affect you, though what that corruption manifests as varies.
-Feel free to make a second post after I give you your power(s) to say what your character does/would do with them!
-Other rules and individual decisions are up to my(canperk’s) decision
Sheet to Fill:-
How were you injured?
Do you take the deal?
What do you use to anchor yourself to life?
Anything else? (Comments, questions, requests, etc?)
