#aftertrials

[sublimespiritoracle]

Gm soul family. #blessed #Blessings #crownoflife #aftertrials #lovegodonly #iamblessed #childofgod (at Mumbai, Maharashtra) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjCRo9pKm29/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[thelegendarysaboteur]

Jake had spent the aftertrials time normally walking around the woods to catch fresh air and be alone but he decided he'd check out the lodge in its entirety without worrying about a masked murderer on his tail. He started at the entrance checking out the lower floor assuming he was alone and in the clear taking a step on the creaky floorboards of the lodge going to take another cautious step until he heard what sounded like crying. Jake went to the sound of the crying assuming it was one of the survivors who couldn't take the pressure and had cracked. Which was common sometimes but he didn't expect to see the very masked murderer who had tried to disembowl him the trial before, let alone said killer in tears and hurting themself. Jake knew deep down it was a bad idea to try because he had no clue how they'd react but he couldn't just reject and ignore them. They were still people. They had emotions too. Jake cautiously crept closer standing a few feet in front of them not far off before gently saying, "hey...you alright? You sound upset..."

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14. My muse: hurting themselvesBefore they were accustomed to this place… before they had to kill person after person for ritual sacrifice or else be tortured, the Legion still had a grasp on their individuality. It was a jarring process to be put into one body but they made it work. A system was made, premature and sloppy but it worked for them.Eventually, as time went on, the Entity taught them to dissociate from their true selves. This caused permanent damage to their thinking capacity; they could no longer tell who was really who any longer and they simply became Legion.It was a lucky day when the Entity did not torment them. Today was not one of those days. Aside from the physical torment, it employed mental tactics as well. These were rather effective to really worm into all of their collective minds.Forcing them to recall their pains and fears from before they were brought in. Ripping their unique emotions and experiences from them and turning them into a terrible revelation of humanity. How they weren’t considered human or humane anymore.These long sessions of mental agony that preyed on all of their darkest insecurities left them shaken. The Entity is aware of this soft and pitiful effect and keeps them away from trials until they collect themselves.The snow is a great sound buffer, keeping their screams of hopelessness to a minimum range outside of the building. Its soundproofing effect only makes them more agitated–grabbing their hair and their clothes and pulling at themselves as though they do not belong in their own (ever changing) skin.Julie screams the loudest, desperate. Frank throws violent tantrums, breaking anything within reach. Susie cried the longest, heart bleeding. Joey hurts himself, silent pain oozing from wounds.The hunting knife was pressed into their palms, old bandages cut away and flesh giving to the blade. Red drops spatter the wooden floor as they pace in an odd circular pattern. Tears spilled from under the mask and streamed down their neck, staining the shirt they wore beneath the leather jacket. It was a sensitive time. They were so open and afraid–hopeless under the pressure of an alternate reality.Even if they saw Jake, they would simply hide away.