heads or tails

You hold a veil to the mirror that has served you so well these past couple of days. Speculuceps the mirror demon looks out at you, wearing a version of your form lacking any scrap of colour. She, it, whatever, speaks urgently, ducking under the falling fabric to still keep your reflection, and so to have form to speak.

“You will consume them all, yes? That was the bargain for the use of my power.”

You halt. There will be a catch somewhere. The demon has expended huge energies to allow you to pluck these sixteen souls from around the world. While your safety has been assured by binding promise—no harm will come to you due to the eating—the bargain seems unbalanced. The only conclusion is that one of the people the demon guided you towards is someone it wants dead.

That is fine with you.

“Mmhmmm. Every last one.”

The veil falls in place and dispels the presence of the mirror demon as surely as any formal Banishing. You turn to the bed and begin undressing, taking your time. This is your sanctuary and you will enjoy a moment’s rest before the feast.

The frame creaks slightly as you ease yourself onto your freshly made bed. You don’t want to upset the rosewood box with its Grimoire topper weighing it down. Still, the box angles slightly into the divot you make, and the one or two murmurs coming from within hush. A sob rings out in the silence and is shushed.

The Grimoire is set aside. Immediately, the lid rocks upwards. You throw it back on its hinges in time to see the three climber women tumble to the velvet floor from where they were trying to lever open their prison.

They look up at you, frozen. All of them do from their various groupings. It’s a big box and your little charges are about three inches tall.

Time to play.

“You do not speak,” you begin, flicking your hair from your eyes. “Unless I speak to you. If you do I will eat your loved ones next; or just eat you straightaway, if you came alone.” Sixteen pairs of eyes look up at you, some red-rimmed. All remain silent except the young Asian girl, who sobs as quietly as she can in her father’s arms.

That father, Jatinder, is the first you took, guided by the mirror demon.. Perhaps he will be first now: https://rp.aryion.com/profile/HoT_Jatinder_Singh

His precious daughter cowers in his arms. She wasn’t snatched next, but could you really separate them for long? https://rp.aryion.com/profile/HoT_Maxine_Singh

Alone, looking grey with hurt and confusion, sits an old friend who once failed to return a borrowed raven’s skull necklace: https://rp.aryion.com/profile/HoT_Geoff_Teller

And while you’re settling grudges, that complete tool, your old head of form, stares into space, mouth moving silently as he tries to make sense of what you have done: https://rp.aryion.com/profile/HoT_Boris_Kind

Karma also brought a young, attractive couple into your clutches. They nicked a taxi you saw first. It’s not like you’re vengeful, but when you’re deciding who to devour, people had better not promote themselves to your attention. https://rp.aryion.com/profile/HoT_Sean_Michaels and his shivering girlfriend https://rp.aryion.com/profile/HoT_Beth_Parker basically did this to themselves.

You couldn’t help but appreciate the poetry of reintroducing your dentist to his place of business. Or not. Perhaps he will be able to comment on your immaculate oral hygiene. Perhaps he should have been a proctologist: https://rp.aryion.com/profile/HoT_Will_Hooper

At some point you decided to push further. An old connection yielded three volunteers. Mr Hawking was fascinated, yielded to your feeding on him once before and was made ill by a psychic flaying when he earned your wrath. Given the nature of the game you couldn’t not invite him along. Plus, he brought two more guests… https://rp.aryion.com/profile/HoT_Terry_Hawking was with https://rp.aryion.com/profile/HoT_Jo_Hawking , and was still sadly obsessed with https://rp.aryion.com/profile/HoT_Clara_St_John

Sightseeing brought the three escape artists to your attention. One, Adele, needed a timeout in Ada’s enclosure to calm her down from incessant escape attempts. The three are inseparable, but the odds are they will be separated today: https://rp.aryion.com/profile/HoT_Kirsten_Leigh , https://rp.aryion.com/profile/HoT_Tara_Smith and https://rp.aryion.com/profile/HoT_Adele_Wilks

Sullenly staring up at you from the corner, looking for all the world like everything is under control, sits one who wronged you: https://rp.aryion.com/profile/HoT_Gregory_Tailor

The mirror demon offered “one final sacrifice”, a bewildered young woman. You accepted her gladly: https://rp.aryion.com/profile/HoT_A_Mountbatten

And because you were concerned you would still be hungry, and because you could pressure the demon into fulfilling your desires, you demanded another. Michaela is no old score to settle or design of the demon’s. In fact you quite liked her when you saw her. It’s just that… beautiful people belong inside you just as much as everyone else: https://rp.aryion.com/profile/HoT_Michaela_Brand

You kneel on the bed and put a hand on your tummy, feeling the shallow layer of pudge. It’s amazing to know that some of the people you’re about to eat will end up as part of that pudge. The thought… well, you can’t help but be turned on. About half are likely going to slide down your throat, whole and alive, to be dissolved in a place that regards them as meat to be stripped and bones to be dissolved. And the others… they are going to fill you up somewhere very special, wriggling and struggling inside your rectum, maybe even deeper if they get lost or you decide to ram them deeper with a toy. You are genuinely curious if a struggling inmate will be able to stick even an arm out through your prim, tight arsehole.

Maybe as you make your first decision, you’re touching yourself. The coin lies by the side of the box. Choose first then flip? Or flip then choose? Decisions, decisions!

Choose first then flip. You smile a welcoming smile at your little charges.

“You’re all mine, now.”