#TW: Murder Mention

[rhys-ravenfeather]

I had a vision.

[just-a-lil-theatre-guy]

Have you ever killed a man before :333

@jackh0ffman69

Yes, multiple

[thenextlordthorpe]

“No, you haven’t but you’re very good at distracting me from the truth,” he laughs leaning up to kiss Piet, the smile never moving from his face. “Actually, I’ll ask you now and I want a plain answer- no distractions!” He jabs playfully at Piet’s chest, still grinning. “Are you or have you ever been a pirate? I asked you once before and you distracted me with your watch and your other talents. I don’t judge if you were, everyone on the ship assumed you and the others were and I was even warned against leaving with you because of it.” Back then he didn’t care, he was too enthralled and in love to think of the consequences and when they came, they didn’t matter. He'd take every fault, flaw and damnation if they were at each others side and now, he had him.

He did think what his father had done to him, how he’d been snatched out of his own bed, out of his life and shackled at the bottom of a ship desperate to end everything in an attempt to get back to his love and his life. If his father could take something so precious from him, he had very little qualms of doing the same. Murder wasn’t something he endorsed but if it were to show loyalty to Piet, he would. The already big grin on his face grows bigger. Jumping up, he quickly gets his clothes back on and throws Piet’s in his direction. “To Gretna Green then.” The sooner the better. Once that happened, nothing could get between them

- Gretna Green  –

He was bubbling with excitement, feeling that he was in some version of a dream he never thought would be coming true. In some moments in the past, it had been pictured but never like this. Somewhere warmer, near the sea for sure but the closest they had was the channel of river Esk. Still, it didn’t matter to him near as much as the person at his side. There was relief, too, that he didn’t have to burden someone into a loveless marriage that he would be forced into by his father or the Queen. Standing at the alter, the smile never stopped on his face. Whatever the officiant was saying, his attention was only on Piet. They hadn’t talked about who was going to speak first but he couldn’t help himself and takes the first chance. “I remember you telling me we could be captains of our souls, masters of our lives but I never wanted a world where that happens without you at my side, tied to be forever in any way possible. You promised me a world to see at my own direction, and you gave it.” His heart hammered in his chest, a lump forming in his throat and his eyes glistening with the beginnings of tears but done in happiness and pure love. “We once gave an oath to each other to remain equal, fair to each other, to defend each other and keep true to ourselves and not leave each other behind. I swore it then and without hesitation and with a full heart, I swear it again. My partner, forever.”

POWER WAS SUCH A FICKLE THING BUT WHEN IT WAS ACQUIRED IN THE RIGHT WAY AND WEIGHTED WITH EMOTION THAT COULD BE USED TO GRASP IT MORE FOR OWN AMBITIONS. Power came in many forms, changed from person to person but to wield with properly with knowledge was another. “I know you would,” that had been proved time and time again. Loyalty was another form of power. Piet knew he had it over Tobias and loved it only a miniscule amount less than he loved him.

The two of them fit together immediately. In personality and in physicality. If there were ever a match for his soul, it would be found in Tobias. “I’ve never lied to you.” Statement that was true although Piet knew a technicality from some situations where the truth was not given but averted around to not be confirmed. The juxtaposition of them speaking soft romantic dedications sealed with the proposal of murder would have turned away heads but not them. “That is exactly what I mean. Think of what he did to you.” Deliberately he moves to the faint marks on Tobias’ wrists from the imprisonment of shackles to seal his point. “I have no price, and I cannot be bought, Tobias but this is about you. If you want me, I want a partner. Somone as powerful as I to protect and shield from others like I’ve done for you in the past. If something can be bought or sold, then it was never yours and the love we share is not for barter but I’m not a fool to think life is unconditional because things have to be met. Protection and assurances is a requirement for me. So is loyalty. If you want me as your husband, then no more fucking around with anyone that will look your way. Understood?” Loyalty he knew was already his from Tobias the words were uttered out loud to cement them. “I’ll marry you,” replied in earnest then Piet props himself up on an elbow to look down at Tobias. “We can leave tonight while everyone is busy with the race preparation. Someone is finally going to make an honest man out of you Lord Tobias Thorpe.” Piet’s voice is deliberately husky, gravelled on the full name and title.

[pseudovillain]

Bets on Ace Markey, the Ultimate Jockey, execution lets Go:

Deadly Carousel

Dragged by the neck by horses

Trampled by horses (classic, terrifying)

Torn apart by horses from different directions.

Horsemen of the apocalypse reference

Eaten by horses

Dragged to hell

Basically Emma Margorobi Super Danganronpa Another 2 execution but with Horses instead of a witch broom.

Tries to escape execution but is chased by Mono TV using a horse

Treated like an abused horse

Something with whips

Two or more options of this list

[skyrim-forever]

WIP Wednesday

Hello everyone! It's another Wednesday <3 Thank you to @changelingsandothernonsense for tagging me (love the Josh and Erra updates) I'm tagging @lady-iizsil @dirty-bosmer @theoneandonlysemla @thequeenofthewinter (you've already since this snippet oops) @lucien-lachance

This is a part of a much dark part 2 to this fic, my depraved Thalmor Embassy shenanigans. So this snippet features mentions of things in that fic including: sex, blackmail, voyeurism, the glove (iykyk). Under the cut also has mentions of torture, murder (as speculations) and Rulidnil being even worse (that's definitely present). So yeah, MDNI and read if you're cool with that. Anyways time to tease the horror. Chapter 1 is done and currently being edited, expect to see it soon~ its 6k OOPS

“Theodora.” She almost snaps her neck with how quick her gaze finds him. How did one of them know her name… she had only met one other male Thalmor… Akatosh preserve me. With each step inching closer, her body tenses as the suspicious are concerned. 

“Ah, Rulindil.” She grits her teeth. “Fancy running into you here.” 

It was none other than the mer who used them for sexual blackmail, first listening into their conversation and other activities at the Embassy, and then demanding to watch them engage in more of these activities. That had been his compromise after being told he could not fuck her himself. Originally Theodora had told Ondolemar she would have done it just to shut him up, but after meeting him, she could see his concerns were not unfounded. Her lover had told her all about how he ended up in the position he occupied now, how his life experiences lead him to serve the Dominion and of how he was harbouring severe doubts. Many of which had come from knowing her. With Elenwen, she could see that although she could be cruel, having been a torturer during the Great War, she understood there were multiple ways to solve a problem. Violence was not the only way to get information, treating people well, good wine and good food, could do wonders and was far easier than bleeding them out. The Ambassador was firm, but fair; at least as far as the Thalmor went. 

She didn’t see any of that in Rulindil. Interrogation was not his job, it was his passion. I enjoy making people scream he had told her. Enjoy. There was this pit in her stomach thinking about the fact that even if he was not in the Thalmor, he would likely still be doing that very thing. Perhaps he would be not unlike the Butcher in Windhelm, carving up all manner of people to just hear the sounds they made dying. The screams of those she killed during the war made their way into her nightmares sometimes. How anyone could desire such a sound she hoped to never understand. From the way he shook her hand, less shaking it than grabbing her wrist, grip lingering too long that the mere memory of it caused her to shudder; to the way his sexual degeneracy had no bounds. Stealing a glove that had been inside her. She hoped it was just a trophy, but the sinister look in his gaze now told her that that was decidedly untrue.

“I am freed from the confines of the Embassy for a few nights. Many of us are here, I believe Ondolemar is having a solo meeting with our lovely Ambassador.” Slight panic washes over her face at that. The dark chuckle that comes from him unsettles her even more. “Oh no, it’s not like that, I haven’t said anything. Seems he's been especially productive to the cause lately and is currently getting a rare bout of praise from Elenwen. Isn’t he lucky?” She smiles, happy to hear he’s okay and so that Rulindil stays friendly until she can leave this conversation. 

“Very lucky indeed.” She clears her throat, stance facing towards the Temple. “Wonderful to see you again” she lied “but I’m afraid I must be going, I’ve got plans.” 

“Your plans don’t include him do they, unless you’re all dressed up for someone else?”

“No, not him nor anyone else. Just going to have some drinks and do a bit of dancing.”

“Perhaps I will join you.” He smirks as he says this, enjoying the uncomfortable look on her face. 

“I was planning to go to the tavern here. The Skeever, and I don’t think you’d like to be seen in public with me, least of all places in a grubby Nord tavern.”

“Hmm.” She continues smiling. “Well, you own property here, don’t you? Why don’t we return there instead?” The smile falters. 

“How do you know I own property here?” His hand reaches for her hair, she forwent her normal circlet for some wildflowers, to match the embroidery on the new dress. One of the flowers is plucked from her. It twirls between his fingers.

“I know a lot about you.” 

“Ondolemar said you were… satisfied.” 

“I am satisfied with him, I never said anything about you.” Chest tightens. 

“I’ll tell him, you must know that.” Another sick laugh from him made her nauseous. 

“And what will he do? Harming a fellow agent is grounds for extreme discipline. Killing me would be certain death. There would be nothing he could do that wouldn’t result in more eyes being drawn to you. Not everyone will be as kind as me.” Kind. The word makes her nauseous. There’s an audible gulp. “All I want is a little time with you, Theodora. Why can he have that and not me?” She wants to tell him why, all the reasons Ondolemar is leagues above him, in every manner from their organization to her affections. But upsetting him is the last thing she wants to do.  

“I suppose you’re right. There’s no harm in a few glasses of wine.”

[sundewhasaudhd]

Doodle dump (part one)

Grace doing her little spin during Bully the Bully/Bury the Bully

The nerd squad *vine boom sound while the QPR flag fades on top them*

Aspen’s so fucking real

c!Clementine doodle from the Epilogue

Aspen doodle

11 year old Aspen after their first murder

Wilbur Cross doodles

c!Wilbur’s not during so hot you guys

Blinky, he’s a watchin

Doodles from the c!madduo Nerdy Prudes Must Die (the song) animatic I’ve made in my head

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[ravensroleplays]

Babe In The Woods--Open AHIT RP

To say that Moonjumper’s plan had been an utter failure would be an understatement.

He practically gift-wraps a sacrificial lamb for the Snatcher, and not only does his pawn NOT eat the child’s soul, or kill her, but he actually adopts her as his own. And what’s more, he was able to overcome his corruption and give up stealing and eating souls, just because it scared the baby.

Clearly, he had make a mistake, and the child had to go.

So here he was now, in the huge, empty tree Snatcher called home, mismatched eyes looking down at the baby as she slept peacefully in the crib Snatcher had gotten for her. The Lunar floated closer, starting to reach one hand out...only for the baby girl’s eyes to snap open, her mouth drawn into a thin, uncertain line, and Moonjumper felt his heart stop.

Could...

Could she see him?

Moonjumper didn’t have time to dwell on the question long, as the child started to cry, and he was forced to retreat before Snatcher himself showed up.

[thegreatobsesso]

✍🏼 Writing pride tag

📝 Post a snippet you are extra proud of having written

@winterandwords, I had the beginning of this written and decided to push myself to write a bit more to use for this tag. I like how it turned out, but more importantly, while I was working on it I felt happier than I have in the twenty-five years that have been the past seven days. So, thank you. 💙

Hang in there, everyone.

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Milo

Looking at Octavius from where he kneels requires him to crane his neck, but he’d hold the pose for hours if Octavius would allow it. What a funny thing: he’s going to die here, and he’s still marveling at the beauty of the man holding the gun. Reveling in the sheer nearness of him after months of sucking emptiness. “I thought about it for a long time,” Octavius states flatly, pacing back and forth on the unfinished concrete. “Laying there in that god-forsaken cell, ruminating over everything you took from me until my mind nearly rent itself to pieces." He gestures loosely with the gun as he talks, but his casual air is betrayed by the tension cording in his shoulders. It’s the kind of thing, Milo thinks deliriously, you could only notice when you’ve known every inch of someone’s body; when you’ve fallen asleep on their chest and woke to their hands in your hair. "I thought about wrapping my hands around your throat, watching you struggle, kick, turn blue. Got me through a lot of really dark nights, if I’m being honest.” Octavius stills in front of him and levels the gun between his eyes. “But faced with it now, I find I don’t want to touch you,” he says simply, as if he really is brainstorming his next move in real time. “You’re not worth my hands.” The sight of the hovering barrel is sufficient to finally draw his gaze away from Octavius’s face. “Yeah. Okay. Are you... um.” He shivers, grapples. “Are you gonna make it quick?” “Aren’t you at least going to beg for your life?” “Would it make a difference?” A rueful grin splits the face that’s permanently burnt into the back of Milo’s eyelids.  “No. I just thought it’d be fun, for old times’ sake.” The smile disappears as quickly as it came, and the expression that’s left is anything but nostalgic. “On your feet.”

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✨ WIP intro

🔖 tag list: @winterandwords // @foxboyclit //@revenantlore

@space-writes // @indecentpause // @words-after-midnight

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📝 all posts from WIP: gay crime bdsm story

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Tagging @beatlesandbards, @itsthenovelteafactor, @andthebubbles and @diphthongsfordays to post bits they're proud of, if they want. Love you all.

[princesssarisa]

The first of the Love Like Salt tales in Cinderella Tales From Around the World come from Italy, Germany, and Sweden.

We start with seven versions from Italy:

**One version, La Sendraroeula, is basically a perfect cross between Love Like Salt, Donkeyskin, and a conventional Cinderella. After the youngest princess says she loves her father like salt, the king orders a servant to kill her and bring back her heart, but the servant kills a sheep instead, then gives the princess a donkey skin wear as a disguise. She then meets a group of good witches, who give her a magic wand and a nut: whenever she taps the nut with the wand, her wishes will be granted, although the magic only lasts until midnight. Some time later, her father finds her in the woods while hunting, doesn't recognize her in the donkey skin, and takes her home with him out of pity. Thus she becomes a scullery maid in her own father's castle, under the gaze of her own two sisters. Then Carnival arrives, the older sisters attend three balls at a neighboring kingdom's palace, and the heroine goes too in magic finery. The prince falls in love with her, on the third night she runs out at midnight and loses a shoe... and you can guess the rest.

**In most of the Italian versions, the older sisters declare that they love their father "like bread" and "like wine." To some of us, these comparisons might seem just as "undaughterly" as "like salt," but the king accepts them, because bread is essential to life, and in Italian culture the same is considered nearly true for wine. In other versions, though, the sisters are more effusive and say they love their father "better than my eyes" and "better than my heart."

**The Italian versions also tend to have the king order his daughter killed, but a few have him just banish her. In one, The Value of Salt, he doesn't send her away at all, but just resolves to never see her again and has her live alone in a separate wing of the castle.

***The latter tale doesn't have a Cinderella/Donkeyskin-style plot or a love interest for the heroine, since the princess never leaves home or loses her status. One day she just orders the cook to make a supper without salt for her father, and this teaches him his lesson.

**Several Italian versions have the heroine disguise herself as an old woman when she goes to work at the other palace. In one, she meets a fairy who gives her a wand that lets her actually turn herself into an old woman. In another, more gruesomely, her faithful nurse buys the skin of an old woman who just died and has her wear it as a disguise. Either way, she goes to work in the kitchen or in the poultry-yard, but every night in her room she takes off her disguise, and eventually the prince sees her true beauty through the keyhole, a la Donkeyskin.

**In some versions, the heroine says she loves her father "like water and salt" – not only evoking the thing that gives food its flavor, but the thing most important to sustaining life.

**Another version, The Story of the Candlestick, is a "princess hides in a hollow object" variant, and unusually, her mother is still alive and helpful. When the king orders his daughter killed for saying she loves him like salt, the queen protects her by hiding her in a giant candlestick and selling it. The candlestick ends up in a prince's dining room, the princess secretly comes out and eats the prince's food every night before he gets home, etc.

**In yet another version, instead of having the king ask his daughters how much they love them, he sets out on a journey, and of course, asks his daughters what they'd like him to bring back. The older two sisters ask for clothing, of course, but the youngest asks for salt. The wicked sisters then convince their father that she plans to over-salt his food and make it taste terrible, so in a fit of extreme pettiness he banishes her. But when they finally reunite, she reveals that she only wanted the salt to make food taste good.

**Still another variant, The King of France, doesn't have a "love like salt" opening at all, but instead mirrors the Bible story of Joseph and his brothers. The princess has a dream that someday she'll become a great queen and that her father will bow down before her. To prevent this, her jealous father orders a servant to kill her, but he lets her go. A magician in the forest takes her in as his foster child, and the rest of the story is like Donkeyskin. The book only describes this story as a footnote rather than sharing it in full, because technically it's not a Love Like Salt tale, just similar.

*There are just two German versions, one long, one short.

**The longer tale is a lesser-known Brothers Grimm tale, The Goose Girl at the Well. (Not to be confused with the more famous, entirely different tale of The Goose Girl.) This story is a very unusual Love Like Salt variant, not least because the princess isn't the viewpoint character, nor does the Love Like Salt motif appear until the middle of the story, in a flashback to three years earlier. An old woman, rumored to be a witch, and her ugly daughter live in a solitary cottage in a the mountains, tending geese. One day a handsome young count enters the forest, meets the old woman, and kindly carries her heavy bundle for her: as they walk along it grows heavier and heavier, but the woman won't let him rest until they reach the cottage. Then to reward him for his hard work and kindness, she gives him a little book carved out of emerald. The count then travels to a royal palace, where he meets the king and queen and shows them the emerald book. When the queen opens it, revealing a pearl inside, she faints, then tells her family's backstory to the count. The king and queen had three daughters, and the youngest was the most beautiful, who wept pearls and jewels instead of tears. One day, to determine his daughters' inheritances, the king asked each one how much she loved him: the older two said "like the sweetest sugar" and "like my prettiest dress," but the youngest said "like salt," and for this the king banished her with only a sack of salt as her inheritance. Soon afterward he regretted his rash act and searched for her, but the princess was never found and has been missing for three years. Yet the pearl inside the emerald book looks just like one of the princess's tears. The count tells the king and queen about the old woman and the three of them set off to find her cottage again. As it turns out, the old woman's "daughter" is really the princess, disguised in a magical ugly skin. At night when the moon shines, she takes off the skin to reveal her true beauty and wash herself at the well near the cottage. When the count arrives, he sees her do so and falls in love. The king and queen soon follow and reunite with their daughter, the old woman vanishes, and the cottage transforms into a palace, where the count and the princess live happily ever after. The narrator remarks that the old woman was probably a "wise woman" (i.e. a fairy), who most likely gave the princess her gift of shedding pearl and jewel tears when she was born– a gift that "doesn't happen nowadays, or else the poor would soon become rich."

**The shorter German variant, As Dear as Salt, is another version that doesn't have a Donkeyskin element, or a romance, or even have the princess be banished. It simply says that the king is angry when his only daughter says she loves him "like salt," but a short time later, when he gives a grand feast, the princess tells the cook to serve all the food without salt, and this teaches the king his lesson.

*The one Swedish variant is called Salt and Bread. In this version, the princess's wicked older half-sisters slander her to their father out of jealousy and make him doubt her love for him, which inspires his fateful love test. The older two claim to love him "as God in heaven" and "as my life," and when the youngest says "as salt and bread," the king has her stripped naked and left in the forest to die. But a different kingdom's younger king finds her there, takes her home to his castle, falls in love with her, and marries her. After the princess (now queen) and her father reunite in the end, the old king has the two half-sisters left naked in the forest, and the narrator cheekily says "It has never been told that a king came and married them."

**It's interesting that this princess likens her father's value to bread as well as salt, meaning that he's "the staff of life" to her, and yet her father takes it as an insult because bread is so common. It contrasts with the Italian versions where one of the older sisters says she loves her father like bread, and he approves because he realizes it means she can't live without him.

Next we'll look at the versions from Belgium, France, Spain, and Portugal.

@ariel-seagull-wings, @adarkrainbow, @themousefromfantasyland

[xtinyslip]

cecilia had known that this was bullshit. she had known. people who claimed to be her family like elaine had, they turned out to be pieces of shit. of course, paul had gotten information on who had leaked this and although he may not have gotten as much as a name. he had gotten the description, and the job title of this so called V-I-FUCKING-P. she was seething. this had the potential to ruin paul's life and as he was actual family to her, she wasn't going to sit back and watch it happen with a smile. as soon as the door opened, and cecilia saw it wasn't parker. she swung, and she swung her fist hard into elaine's face. making sure to step through the door so the little bitch couldn't close it on her. oh, with how cecilia felt right now? she was ready to kill her. she really was. did she even care that parker might be home? that he was about to witness and hear this? no, she didn't and good luck to him trying to pull her off this woman after what she had done. she had been the one to spread these lies? she was the reason her husband refused to come home to her? and she was the one acting as though she would be doing cee the favor by letting her run the hospital with her? the hospital that was cecilia's to begin with? fuck this. she was about to be put in her place and as no on else was willing? well, cecilia would happily do the honors. "that was for me," reaching forward to attempt to grab her hair, hopefully use it to smash her face into something. perhaps that lovely counter that she and parker had almost christened the other day. "and for paul. do you think this is the first time someone's tried to be clever with me? you stupid, little bitch! this ends now!" @fcrafcrtnight

[aleielle-of-roshar]

Omfg you’e supposed to be a therapist, im not a fucking toddler, I’m plenty old enough to be traumatized by a fucking murder attempt and sa by that asshole last year, I shouldn’t fucking move on when that fucker is on the news being praised as a fucking ‘wonderful man’

I’m allowed to be angry, just because I’m autistic and technically fem looking doesn’t mean I’m ‘being dramatic’, a year isn’t too long to be traumatized- I’m been diagnosed with c-ptsd for fucks’ sake

Sorry, might delete this later, just changing meds and so fucking unstable rn /srs

[rebootgrimm]

Propaganda below cut

Bailey and Olive

Bailey risked going to jail for Olive Bailey helped Olive hide a dead body Bailey put Rowan into a FUCKING COMA to defend Olive Bailey literally murdered Olive’s dad

Zaria and Adi

Zaria saw a teddy bear in the trash and instantly thought to give it to Adi Zaria is making communication cards for Adi to help her out Zaria is one of the only people Adi will hug (according to JJ)

I probably forgot a bunch of shit regarding Bailey and Olive sorry-

@averagetmntfan @baileythebean @schnozzlebozzle @dmr-au @grandselfmythologizing

@lunajanearabella @lilacquintet @candycoffinss @thesilliestofallqueers

[the-sage-libriomancer]

Some fruits basket aus i would never write but sometimes think about out of morbid curiosity:

AU where Tohru is the cat spirit and Kyo is Kyoko's son

AU where Tohru never met the Sohma family and the curse broke suddenly and messily several years later

AU where all the zodiac animals are switched (Yuki is the rabbit, Shigure is the snake, Ayame is the cat, etc)

AU where the zodiacs ages are randomly switched around (Yuki is 19, Kyo is 10, the Mabudachi Trio are 15, etc)

AU where Akito actually fucking kills one of the zodiacs while rage-attacking them (maybe Rin or Hatori) and it immediately has Consequences

[jamesonxcassidy]

😱 - What’s your biggest fear?

“ just one? “

“ My biggest fear is that despite all of my efforts to make sure my daughter has a good life and isn’t forever tainted by the reputation of being a Cassidy that she’s never going to escape it. She’s always gonna have the grandparents who were involved in drugs and the dad that killed someone. Whether or not it was premeditated or an accident that won’t matter to people who already consider her Cassidy dead weight. I don’t want that life for her. All i can hope for is that the world and this town is a lot kinder to her than it was for my sister and I growing up “ @emersonxcassidy

[sundewhasaudhd]

Today’s doodle dump :3

TW: murder mention

Aspen doodles (it’s doing a murder) :DDDD

He’s showing his friends ( @wigglyobsessedweirdo ‘s OC Willow and @multi-fandomdisaster ‘s OC Mason) his ancestors old house “Welcome to Waylon Hall”

Mesmerizer Miku!!!!!! :D

TJ getting murdered (I’m still gonna keep drawing her like Charlie said :])

Doodle from a scenario I’ve thought of where Aspen takes Willow for church for a day ( it’s not really a likely scenario, but it’s still fun to picture)

Yellowfirewatch WIP that I probably won’t finish (hey @ella-ashmore it’s your guys [I guess, their barely drawn tbh])

Lex doodle (I love her btw)

Making Wiggly suffer, as a treat (sorry Cait)

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[bardic-tales]

tw: mentions of murder

As I sit down to review the notes that I made in 2012 for Kayla, I'm reminded that she originally came from Broken Bow, Nebraska. Pandemonix begins with her family being murdered by Satyrs, as they try to bring her to Hell and to Lucifer.

Oh, the twisted web I weave.