Depravity

Welcome to Hell, Sinner.

I'd imagine it's not what you were expecting - were you imagining pillars of fire and lakes of molten lava?
If only Hell were quite so aesthetic.

A word of warning for you new arrivals - there is no organization or punishment here, only sin. And right now, you're at the bottom of the food chain. If your soul is devoured here, you will return to your primordial form - into nothing.

That leaves you three choices.
Hide, die, or lose yourself to the madness, as we have.

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You are a newly arriving soul in Hell. However, Hell is not the fire and brimstone landscape that is expected. Instead, hell is a different reality - existing simultaneously with the mortal world, and Heaven, although completely disconnected. The landscape is much what you would expect to find of the mortal world, although downtrodden and abandoned.

Countless grotesque demons of varying abilities and sin exist in hell, but they are disorganized - only striving to become stronger than their counterparts so that they may force their particular brand of sin upon those lower and weaker than themselves.

You may start with one latent ability - gained from who you were and what you did when you were alive, and you will unlock more as you progress through the story. All characters must start as new arrivals unless we have progressed past a "checkpoint" story point in which everyone else gains another ability - in which case you will be allowed to write yourself a "catch up" so to speak.

Also, all characters will have a hidden true demon form - this form will make it immediately apparent to any others around you what your sin is. You may choose to release this form at any time by your own will, and retain your sanity - however, reverting back may prove difficult. As you lose your sanity you will revert into your true demon form regardless.

As you use your abilities more frequently, you will progress farther and farther from your humanity, and your sanity - however you may take your humanity back, by force.
Devouring souls and stealing their humanity is the only way to restore your own, and as such, the only way to get stronger and remain sane is to destroy all those around you.

The goal in Hell is simple - become the strongest, and crush all those beneath under your heels.
But as every minute passes, the others only grow stronger..
Tick tock, Sinner.



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Enigma

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Name: Arlo
Age [appearance]: Mid 30s
Gender: Male
Sin: Wrath
Ability: Unhindered true demon form, at the cost of extra sanity, and true demon form is mindlessly violent.
Appearance: A well dressed, thin, clean cut, almost boring man. Clean well fitting dress pants, and a white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
Jet black hair slicked back, with piercing blue eyes. As upstanding as he looks, something seems...off.
True Demon Appearance: A mindlessly violent hulking beast with countless grotesque wounds, but they don't even seem to be an afterthought of the beast.

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Name: Arlo
Age [appearance]: Mid 30s
Gender: Male
Sin: Wrath
Ability: Unhindered true demon form, at the cost of extra sanity, and true demon form is mindlessly violent.
Appearance: A well dressed, thin, clean cut, almost boring man. Clean well fitting dress pants, and a white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
Jet black hair slicked back, with piercing blue eyes. As upstanding as he looks, something seems...off.
True Demon Appearance: A mindlessly violent hulking beast with countless grotesque wounds, but they don't even seem to be an afterthought of the beast.

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"Three fucking days," Arlo thought to himself.
Or, at least, what felt like three days.
Three arduous days had Arlo been walking, aimlessly south, towards Boston..or, what would have been Boston, if Arlo hadn't committed suicide and been dragged into Hell.
It was, truly, quite a surprise when he awoke on the spot where his head first split against the pavement, though fully intact and no blood to be seen. However, his surprise quickly turned to frantic panic and fear when he became aware of where - and now what - he was. A few like him had shared key information about this Hell on Earth, before quickly scattering off in fear lest something much more frightening than Arlo should appear.

Arlo had tried his entire life to fight against it. That nagging voice in the back of his head, demanding blood and violence. He wanted to be good - to be kind, and so that was the persona he developed. But that was not who Arlo truly was. What Arlo was was the embodiment of rage, tied to a hair trigger.
One small move, or one wrong word, and he would lose himself to the anger.
His family discovered that... though, perhaps too late for any worth.
Arlo could vividly remember their screams, and the feeling of them struggling as he crushed the life from them.

He relished in it.

 

Name: Zeke
Age: 38
Gender: M
Sin: Treachery
Ability: Shield
Appearance: Stands at 5’10” and has an angular face, welcoming and weathered from aging, has light stubble, and Brown hair, green eyes, and a large nose. Generally wears a tailored suit.
True Demon Appearance: Demon Prince but with a shield

 

Zeke had just woke up from his nightmare.
“You’re useless! You’ll never amount to nothing!"
His body aching, and his bones feeling brittle, As though he had only just been ran over.
“No matter what you do, you will never attone!”
“Shut up.” He started in a low growl. “Shut up...”
“You’ve gotten everything you wanted, Will you stop being so vile?”
“Shut up... Shut up... SHUT THE FUCK UP!” He shouted, his eyes shooting open. Though not realizing he spoke from his sleep. “I’m the greatest person to have ever existed. Everyone, and I mean everyone is below me!” He said much lower than his shout. Putting his hands in front of him he pushed himself from the ground, into a kneeling position. He noticed the street and sidewalk looked the same, as he turned up, he saw a broken and downtrodden Boston before his eyes.
“This is the results of all your capital, all of your success, and all your terrible deeds bare for you to see.”
Blowing off his own inner thoughts, he sneered. “Yeah right, like that would ever happen.” But his cockiness quickly turned to fear, and his fear into confusion. “Wait, where am I. Why is Boston so barren? It feels void of life. More importantly, wasn’t I just?” He finished his sentence and thought about what he was doing.


“Oh. Right, I threw someone out of the top floor of a high rise property I own. But, how did I end up at the bottom?” It started to dawn upon him he may have fallen with his victim. This may be hell, Everything he had tried to avoid, in swift denial he started. “What a silly thought. This isn’t hell, There’s just no way, I did way too many good deeds to even consider I am here. I donated to pediatric cancer and sent money over to starving Africans, I’m not an asshole or some piece of shit scum bag that would ever make it here. My generosity alone would send me to heaven.” However, that sharp pain returned. As though his ribs were broken, in fact, a splitting headache had started, and his legs felt entirely incapable of movement, until he forced himself up. Deeply inhaling he observed his surroundings, shouting once again.

“HELLO! Is there anyone out there?! If you can hear me, Follow my voice, If there is any sign of life, please I need assistance!”

 

Arlo could hear a man shouting - far too close for comfort.
He followed the voice, but carefully, slinking in the shadow, behind buildings and through alleys, before eventually arriving upon a man in a sharp suit.
Arlo said nothing, only waited and watched.
"Seems like there's a lot of businessman in Hell..I doubt anyone's surprised by that though.." Arlo mused to himself.

 

Arlo continued eyeing from the shadows before slowly walking forward.
"Excuse me..sir?" he said, almost sheepishly.
"If you're curious about your current situation, I could probably give you some information...though, it may come as a bit of a surprise."
Arlo did his best to put on a fake, soothing smile.
"Also..." Arlo glanced around, taking note of their surroundings, "It may be wise to keep your voice down."

 

Zeke looked Arlo up and down, he looked average, nothing notable, maybe a little off, but friendly enough. “Alright, I won’t scream anymore. But... who are you? And where am I?” He said as he clutched his temples to try to alleviate the terrible headache he was having.

 

"Well.." Arlo gestured around broadly, "Apparently this is hell."
"And based on that, I suppose I'm one of your fellow sinners. Names Arlo."
Arlo stuck out his hand, offering a handshake, assuming this was what the man in the suit was accustomed to.

 

Zeke reached out to shake Arlos hand. “Names Zeke.” Though he clearly didn’t believe he was in hell, he just thought that Arlo was trying to scare him. “So this is hell? Not what I expected, I thought it would be more fire and brimstone, but this is what’s its like huh?” Zeke sounded sarcastic and just a touch condescending. He refused to believe it to be the truth.

“Right, so in hell what do we do, and what is the point of existing. Here?”

 

Arlo felt the condecension from Zeke, but paused for a moment and took a few deep breaths, lest he lose himself.

"I'm not certain that there is a point... Only to survive. This is all heresay but.. I've been told that being devoured here wipes you from existence."

Arlo pondered for a moment before continuing,
"The way things seems to work around here is everyone, constantly clawing to the top of the food chain. Whoever is strongest is King here, and the weak.. well they're food."

 

Arlo felt the woman slam into him and was fairly annoyed, but took a few deep breaths before speaking to the woman.

"I don't think you're going to find a restaurant around here.. especially not a police station."

Arlo gauged her response before continuing -
"In fact, I don't think you're where you think you are at all."

Arlo went on to explain the woman's current situation, where she was, and what he knew, and waited on her reaction.

 

“Right.” After Zeke finished rubbing his temples and uncovering his eyes he saw a new person show up, his headache still there but mostly dissipated.

“According to our friend Arlo here, we’re all sinners, and we’re all dead. Though I have my doubts I don’t see why he would be lying.” He retreaded the ground Arlo Just laid. “So then, do you have any idea what you were doing before you woke up here? Because I have none. All I taste is blood, my body feels like it was hit by a truck, and well. This fucking headache won’t leave.” Zeke didn’t really show much interest in the girl, more so in the words Arlo were saying.


“Arlo seems to have the most experience here. So, I’ll just let him be the guide.” Completely blowing off the woman.

 

Arlo felt almost amused by the position he found himself in. After brutally murdering his family and being sent to Hell, he now found himself the leader of a rag tag group of other sinners.

"Well, I suppose we'd better figure out the rules of this world. Things don't work the same here as they do in the real world.. and perhaps this will convince you of your situation."

Arlo reached into his pocket and flashed a small knife -- noting that the eyes of both sinners never left his own, even with the knife in his hand. These people were not here accidentally.

In a flash of steel, Arlo slit his own throat, sending a mist of blood into the air and stained his white shirt.
Arlo collapsed to the ground, twitching, hoping his act was believable.

After a moment, he stood back up, smiled slyly and said
"Kidding! You can't die here. Unless you're eaten, that is."
Arlo grabbed his still heavily bleeding neck and rubbed it for a moment
"...it does still hurt though."
After a few more moments, the wound disappeared as if it had never occurred. The blood stains on his shirt disappeared as well.
"I'd rather not test it, but I assume hunger and thirst work the same. It certainly doesn't feel good to starve or dehydrate, but I don't think it'll end you."
After a moment Arlo glanced at Zeke, and then the new woman.
"Also, it seems neither of us have caught your name."