#possessedchain

“  tell  me  who  i  am.  ” -- @possessedchain

smile graces the lords face, as it would many, many moons ago. when things were light & the world didn't seem as cruel, even if cruelty did exist -- counterpart of his time may be the testament of such a statement, but he does not dwell. his nimble & coarse fingers idle with flowers, leaves, & broken apart stems, creating a headwear so delicately crafted, reserved for the hell pries itself.

he looks up when the words come out, slapping him upon his cheek. he's left speechless, jaw slacked open & his fingers pause on their work, setting down the item carefully. he scoots closer to the hell priest, assuming it was the best option, & he dips his head just enough -- enough to try & meet its gaze. vittorio smiles, but it's different. it touches the soul as he tries to understand & level & reach into the cenobite's own, just as his hand dares to. calloused hand reaches to the cenobite's face, forming his hand around the pins to avoid them -- & careful, does the hand move to press against cool cheek, to hold its head in his hand.

to be safe.

❛ i can't decide that,  ❜ vittorio softly speaks, whispered in sweet words. honey, quiet. vittorio's head tilts & his thumb gently caress its face. ❛  that's what you decide. who do you want to be?  ❜ vittorio asks, brow raising with curiosity, he leans in, enough to have little secrets.

𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑨𝑻 𝑴𝑬 - accepting

@possessedchain: "try not to abuse your power ."

The Hell Priest had been a tricky one to bring in It had a lot of power on Its own but she'd managed. If she were the kind of being to make alliances this would be one she'd think to make a pact with. Instead, she was a selfish being and alliances required a give and take --- and she only truly knew how to take.

𝑮𝑹𝑼𝑴𝑷𝒀 𝑿 𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑬 — accept

Harleen Quinzel was content for the first time in a really long time. Sitting in the Hell Priests lap she had a smile on her face while she held Its hand in hers. Her head resting on Its shoulder as her eyes grew a little heavy. The day had been quiet, neither of them being called for trials which was perfectly fine for her because she got to spend more time with it.

@possessedchain: ❛  how are you so happy all the time?  ❜

It spoke as she let out a happy sigh. Picking her head up she looked into Its eyes and furrowed her brows. "Do I really seem happy all the time? I guess I try to be but I know I don't always feel like I am." Looking down at their hands she laced their fingers together. "Though I do know that I'm a lot happier now than I was before. You make me happy." Looking back up at Its face she smiled brightly. "If nothing else, meeting you was worth being sucked into this weird place."

𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙.   ;;   a mini playlist for the hell priest&david ( david's pov )

meet my maker.  five finger death punch  //  bloodwork.  36 crazyfists   //   coming undone.  korn  //  monster.  skillet   //  voices in my head.  falling in reverse   //  face to face.  citizen soldier

— the writer's interpretation. ( accepting )

        hmmmm — sometimes? i hardly agree with some / most canon interpretations of my character. people in the community, small as it is, characterize pinhead in a myriad of ways, which i love - most of the time. there are personal headcanons i have (ex: elliot being gay, transfemme, etc.), but i don't disagree with people who think otherwise? i think the different ways people view them are interesting and cool.

the first "fanon interpretation" of priest that i disagree with that comes to mind, is how people view pinhead and kirsty's interactions as romantic. i don't see it, it's just not for me. secondly - obviously i'm biased, but they're a really complex character, so it annoys me when i see them rendered down to one dimension that's usually some variety of "evil stonefaced demon". i think it does them a disservice. they're a character steeped in tragedy, and taking that away from them makes them very ... boring? flanderization is probably my biggest issue with fandom interpretation of them, and that, while annoying, isn't that bad. of course, there is also a minority of people that depict them as other things i won't get into, but i don't even really care to think about them.

Hell Priest/ @possessedchain said: ❛ you’ve lost a lot of blood. ❜

Having not brought a med kit along on this trial had been a mistake, a worn out tool box sat in its place amongst the over grown reed's and grass, his back was pushed up against a rock, having thought he'd found a secluded almost hidden spot covered by bushes, not even the light of a nearby generator spilled across the sky above or the ground below, it was momentarily dormant. An attempt to snub a whimper, teeth digging into his lower lip as a hand pressed into the wound at his side, trying to stop the bleeding while the task at hand needed attention, he went to move, blood loss causing his head to spin, another snubbed grunt. Though any further motion was stopped dead in its tracks by the sudden voice from behind, spinning around and letting the pressure to his side go, eyes widened at the sight of the other, a dominating presence.

Both heels kicked at the rough ground, like a startled cat, he scrambled up to his feet and tried to make a dash for it, running off into the nearby over growth, the red fluid dripping down his leg leaving a less than desirable trail behind.

@possessedchain : " i feel something broken inside me. you can't fix it. no one can. " postfog angst, anyone???

Jane was known for her diplomacy, her charisma; she was known for being calm and collected and knowing what to say in environments where most would stumble. And yet she still found herself speechless with the words Elliot had tossed at her. Excuses - protests, more like - caught in her throat, and she had to take a moment to compose herself, because in that moment she realized that there were so many ways she could fuck this up.

" No, I can't fix it - I can't fix you, " Arms crossed, intending to look stern but moreso appearing as if she was holding herself, Jane’s eyes were focused somewhere behind Elliot, “ But that doesn’t mean I can’t help. You don’t have to suffer like this forever “ A quick gesture towards the other’s tense posture denoted the this she was referring to. Even before they answered, she got the distinct feeling she was talking to a brick wall.

There's a beat, then a slightly more solid, harsher, addition.

" If you want to be miserable forever, be my guest. It's comfortable, I get it. But if you don't, you know who to talk to. "

There was a number scrawled on a piece of paper that Jane had offered to Elliot, that now lay between them on the table, and it didn't take a genius to figure out what she'd suggested that had tipped them over the edge.

@possessedchain

Vittorio was worn and bloody from the trial the constant chains ripping into his flesh pulling him away from tasks and stopping him from progressing the trial. It was challenging but they finally made it to the end only for the priest to have Bloodwarden blocking the escape path from Yui and Dwight . It easily downed the two injured survivors but, it wasn’t prepared for the fact Vittorio was already at its precious box prepared for its plan. He waited for just the right moment to begin solving it knowing the Priest had no other choice but to come static filled the air as it materialized in front of him. They were so far from the gate at this point by the time it would down Vittorio and make it way back the magic would have run out and let the other two escape. 

Vittorio knew this meant his death but, he didn’t mind he welcomed it he grinned at the priest as it looked down at him its tall frame looming over him. He could feel it was at least annoyed that it wasn’t going to get its prize of three sacrifices. Though, the fact it spoke to him was unexpected he always viewed the priest as somewhat mechanical that would whisper words about how your pain and suffering were hand in hand with pleasure. It wasn’t often it would make comments like this.

“I would say I haven’t met many of your kind but, I have. Not necessarily cenobites but, those who toy with the line of pain and pleasure. Those who make suffering their only goal, now how will you make me suffer? You know you don’t have the time to get the other two they will escape but I am here for the taking I will not run. Oh, also I believe this is your’s priest.”