#alkasden [chained dreams]

[alkasden]

Starter for @prin-rose in Chained Dreams verse.

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The moment that Alkas hung up the phone from Valentino she could feel her engine squeaking in running too fast now. She needed to go, already feeling the nipping at her heels. Glancing around the outskirts of the Entertainment District she was settled in, she tried to spot one of Prin’s crows, remembering how she talked of them.

After calming a few panicked breaths, she finally did. Though, how to even use it was another matter while she stared at the bird and then proceeded to make ‘pspsps’ noises at it, rubbing her fingers together like one would do to call a cat rather than a bird.

“Prin!” She called out to the crow, hoping maybe the fallen angel could hear her or give some sign she could.

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Spatting water still from being sprayed down, Alkas is barely able to look up when she sees the bucket and follows Valentino up to what he is holding. By the time it registered with her, she felt a waft of heat and the searing metal so close to her face she took in a sharp breath in instincts. Trying to speak only caused a hoarse wheeze to come from her, unable to even snap back at him with how ragged and worn she was. Everything hurt, even just trying to breathe.

A gift! How lovely!

Her twisted mind cooed to her, the agony of just thinking of what was coming had her muscles trying to move once more, trying to offer up some resistance even if it was for naught. She was at his disposal and in a way; this was his mercy. Whether it felt like one or not, she could do nothing about as it was the choice chosen for her. Even as her soul was still hers, it hardly felt like her being belonged to her anymore and now that was about to become permanently shown.

Hold still.

Unlike any of the pain before, this one seared into her much like the branding into her skin as Valentino pressed it down into her thigh. The weak jerk of her body was stopped when she felt his hands grasp her, form shivering while she locked up from the overwhelming sensation. A hiccup and a struggling breath came from her, a messy display as her eyes were wide, looking up at the Overlord causing this pain to her.

Every second the metal kept to her felt like an eternity, the flesh blackening and turning a bubbling red around the heart shape while the heat began to cool. It would be permanent she knew, though could not even think of it right now with vision blurring and jaw tightening so much she only made hissing breaths through her teeth. No, she was sobbing now. A weak grasp came up to his arms that held her as she could not move, only accepting the mark made.

You’re all his now. Aren't you happy?

Valentino reaches for the iron that resided inside the burning coal. A hot metal with a searing red tip.

“Since I can’t trust you. This will be a nice reminder of where you belong to.” 

The overlord held the iron up to his face, the red from the hot metal glowing against Valentino’s face and smiled with anticipation.

“Just a little gift. Don’t say I’m not a nice guy after all.”

The moth points the metal toward Alkas’ face, a heart-shaped brand burning red. The heat emanating from the metal can be felt on her skin even before he touches her with it. He doesn’t even order the hounds to hold her, imagining her will to fight at this point would be broken, or at least too tired to avoid anything.

“Hold in there for your master, conejita. This will only take a second.”

As soon as he finishes the sentence, Valentino touches the hot metal on Alkas’ thigh, burning her flesh with a permanent mark. The overlord's extra hands pin the sinner down so she doesn’t move with pain, and doesn’t ruin the mark he was giving her

[alkasden]

Diverging verse starter thread!

If you wish to follow this separate from the #alkasden [wannabe overlord] storyline then look out for the tag #alkasden [chained dreams] to keep organized on this path split!

Continued from HERE. @the-delightful-temptation

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The noises from Alkas' watch felt like a background noise amidst the sweet scent wracking her system. Her body relaxed further into his lap, uncaring of how she felt the warm air hit her body already dripping of her oil onto the seat and Valentino as well.

Right now all she could do was gaze at that offering, his tongue dripping with the addictive drug was unlike any other high she could have obtained. It was far too tempting... She wanted to dance.

Leaning forward, she opens her mouth gladly to take the tip of his tongue, to taste that drug upon it. Her eyes lidded with the rush from tasting the pure liquid, far more than the smokes he gave her ever did.

Her hands clutching at the fluff of his coat tightened, her back arching to lean closer into him while she gave in. It wouldn't hurt to have some fun, right? She could always come back from it... right?

So warm...

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(Outfits for Alkas and @the-delightful-temptation 's Valentino for Beelzebub's Masquerade Ball! Both mask-less and masked versions.) -Mod Nine

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[ Sinful Indulgence ]

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It stung as his hand laid upon the bruise causing her to wince, yet Alkas could not pull away. That delightful tug at her choker brought her closer to him once more, the chain tightening to her neck in its design at doing so. She let out a long breath, having how her mind was hazy with him this close and her skin feeling like it was on fire. Those few moments she was away from him felt like she was dunked in an ice bath and now she was thawing by an open flame when at his side once more.

That defiance she built up melted away all the same, her ears lowering down to his whispers that were like wicked delights nipping to her, enticing her to give into him once more. The resistance was fading away once more, nearly forgetting where she was when his claws dug against her throat, going through that crude oil and feeling it even scrape the metal frame underneath. It sent shivers down her spine. She had hardly understood what he said about drugs.

Obey him.

Then it shatters when the hard pain slams into her stomach, doubling her over and soon hitting the floor with a wet thud of her oil. All the air left her in a wheeze and that heeled boot came down to ensure she would not get up. She hated that a lustful whimper managed to slip out of her to the action, her dark mind relishing in his treatment while forgetting why she was even trying to be defiant.

Don’t you want to be useful to him?

The room felt a blur, unable to focus on those who were witnessing what he did to her and even more so on how none seemed to stop it. Why would they when she was clearly his property here? Brought there by a leash and under his contract even if her soul was not part of it. She was his business partner and making sure she stayed in line was all a part of business was it not? All she could think was that she did not want to lose that…

Why?

Only a brief thought bubbled out from being hidden beneath it all, but that vanished when she felt his hands upon her. Her chin raises to allow him a better grip on her throat and her back arches into his touch like it was more sensual than the horrible act he was punishing her with. Gazing up at him with bloody oil dripping from the bruising on her face, she had the look of someone on the brink.

Her mouth opens and no words come out at first while she bites her lip instead. Hesitation still lay there while she let a whimper bubble out, mind tingling from his commanding words. Then, she finally speaks. “Ye—Yes, master…”

Now we’re getting somewhere.

Valentino gives Alkas a forced smile, placing a hand on her bruised cheek.

"Really?" The overlord pulls her choker, bringing her closer to himself. Wanting it to be publically shown, especially if Alastor was still seeing this, he whispers in Alkas' ear.

"I could inject you with more drugs, enough to make you OD or at least make you don't talk back to me no more." His claws move to hold Alkas' throat, tightening his claws around it. "But I want you conscious of what is about to come."

As soon as Valentino finished the sentence, he closes one of his fists and punched Alkas' stomach, pulling her leash and forcing her to fall on the ground.

"I want you to remember what happens when you don't do what you're told." The overlord steps on the back of Alkas' head, putting some weight on it. Some bystanders gasp and start looking at them. "With the snap of my fingers, you come back to being a simple puta. No more partnership."

Valentino turns Alkas around, climbing on her and holding the sinner by the throat, one hand sliding down to feel her breasts while he does it.

"And after I'm done having my fun with you, I'll make sure you're so fucked up and doped that you don't even remember who you are no more." The overlord grits his teeth. "Now... When I order you to do something. What do you say?"

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Alkas likes getting spanked by Vox while Iggy wants to be spanked by Velvette. Heh. Now we just need Prin to be pinned under Valentino.

"Tch, ya really hopin' on a lot there, like a fuckin' orgy or somethin'..." She grumbles and walks away, flipping off this anon before she gets bombarded with more.

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@the-delightful-temptation asked:

While everyone gathered for the dance, Valentino stood behind Alkas, leaning in close to her ear for a whisper. "Don't you dare make a sound. Don't move. If someone notices I'll cut your fingers off." The overlord said with a smile, eyes never moving away from the dancefloor, one of his hands slid to her rear, slipping beneath her dress. He ordered before that she wasn't allowed to wear underwear.

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With her attention on the upcoming dance contests, Alkas' breath hitches when she feels Valentino move in closer to her and whisper those words. She has to swallow to avoid making a sound, eyes beneath her mask darting to others gathered to watch nearby.

Opening her mouth to say something, she immediately closes it once more and even holds back the urge to reach for his hands. It was not in her forte to do nothing, to not even grab for his wandering touch while her fingers twitched and her ears flicked down.

Don't speak. Don't move. Her thoughts remind her, only making her skin start to tingle with that building fear someone would just happen a glance over. Maybe they would get lucky and the dance would fully distract all of them, even her own attention flicking from the dance floor and down to where his hand wandered.

Heat built up beneath her mask, again on the brink of saying something or moving despite his warning. In only a subtle sigh, she obeyed for now and let her body only tremble to the feel of his claws against her bare skin.

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Verse Visual Differences (Alkas) This is a small reference for the visual differences between portraits of the verses for Alkas.

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This was her starting story which is largely discontinued and shifted over to the storylines below. If for any reason someone does want to interact with a default Alkas before she makes any deals, I can always shift back to this one!

Visual Differences: None, default as shown in her main reference art. Tag: #alkasden [prankster of overlords]

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Wannabe Overlord follows behind the Prankster of Overlords storyline. This is the path she took to finally signing her soul over to Vox after he had been tormenting her for months since forcing the VoxTek watch on her to make her work for him. Now, she is under his thumb even as she tries to deny her growing obsession with him as he makes her a better Sinner. Affiliated with @ /screentimeoverlord.

Visual Differences: Her left eye has shifted to the same color as Vox's with brighter red and blue rings. When Vox shows it, she has a soul collar in his color. She wears a leather jacket more often which will have a VoxTek patch on it sometimes. Her hair is worn down at all times after Vox told her it looks better. She will also occasionally be in her apartment at VoxTek Tower. Tag: #alkasden [wannabe overlord]

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The first major story point of divergence where before Alkas made any deals for her soul with Vox she was stopped by Valentino to fall to the allure of his drugs. It has since sent her in a spiral leading to signing a contract not for her soul, but to become business partners with him in the secret drug runs. In this, she has earned the status of being an Overlord herself. Affiliated with @ /the-delightful-temptation.

Visual Differences: She is more often seen holding a cigarette that puts off red smoke. A red and gold collar hangs around her neck, and a golden heart charm is very recognizable as Valentino's property. Her outfits have been changed to something more to his taste. Bruises seem to pop up more often on her... Tag: #alkasden [chained dreams] Extra: Summary

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Before she could fall to Valentino's drugs or sign her soul over to Vox, Alkas managed to make her way to Striker's side. In getting the VoxTek watch off of her, the two have since made plans to run off to another ring where maybe they will be safe from these Overlords for a while. Affiliated with @ /strikers-saloon.

Visual Differences: She retains her original look and pompadour as well as often having the background of the Wrath Ring. Tag: #alkasden [runaway runner]

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[alkasden]

For a thrill-seeker, Hell was a veritable playground of dark desires. One such was that Alkas detested love and happy endings for herself even in life; even when she let slip fragments of good morals. Tempting monsters, however, gave her true pleasure. It was to be wanted in such intoxicating ways even if out of corruption and manipulation.

Would she get the bad ending she craved?

Or will she become a monster herself?

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[Red means go faster.]

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⚡️ for Alkas-Val verse:

“You never even cared about me, did you?”

SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY

Even just seeing Prin and knowing she had to answer honestly had Alkas tense and when the question came she felt herself stiffen even more so. That oil started to well at the corner of her eyes and... she did not hold back from the truth spilling out.

"I ca-- care about ya," she says in the present tense even as the drugs mess with her mind and warp her sense. Even while she still feels compelled to abandon everyone for Valentino... "Cared 'n still care 'n ain't want to see ya become what I have. Be 'round for what I'd... do to ya, too... Ya deserve-- deserve better, Prinny."

She keeps her mouth shut after spilling that, answering the truth so she could finally look away, run away.

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"Ain't sure what folk are on 'bout. I been real fuckin' respectful 'n helpful to Val lately. Wouldn't be doin' so good at my fuckin' job if I weren't."

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This place was immaculate, only ever having been out of Pride once before the sight gave Alkas pause while she fiddled with her mask. The golden mask resembled much of a hyena skull and was painted with oils and reds to fit her perfectly. She was awkwardly unsure if she should be wearing it all night or not as she was carrying it instead for now.

Still, her silky red dress weighed down against her body, not hiding a single curve even if she modestly tugged at the high slit to try not to show too much. She should have figured something like this would be picked out for her and each step she took jangled the chains upon her new collar embroidered with Valentino’s name. Speaking of…

Alkas strode close to Overlord Valentino’s ( @the-delightful-temptation ) side, a flimsy gold chain hanging down from the collar to perfectly compliment the metals adorning both of their outfits. She was dressed to match him with a heart clasp on her waist and reds the same tone as his. The leash was nothing strong enough to keep her near him while it seated more as a statement which had her looking even more nervous and perhaps a little annoyed.

With a long breath out and a flick of her ears, she just tried to get her nerves under control and not leave too much of a mess of oil that dripped upon the floor where she walked. This would be a tough night for her, yet she aimed to make the most of it. Even if she was not exactly the most social, likely to stay close to her date the whole night.

In idle thought, she wondered if any trouble would happen. She would be on her best manners herself, fearful of consequences for any wrongdoing as a lower-ranking Sinner. She was keeping her usual aggressive bravado mostly in check, save for a little glare over to Valentino here and there.

@qveenofgluttony

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You are loved.

This catches her off guard at the suddenness of it. Unsure how to respond she just looks surprised and maybe scared, then she looks away sharply.

"Ain't no room for love shit in Hell..." Is all she mutters under her breath.

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Continued from here. @the-delightful-temptation

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The moment the call came, Alkas was setting it up to her ear, hearing the immediate rage in Valentino’s voice. That potion was still buzzing in her system and it made her feel a tingle of satisfaction to getting his attention. Even more that it was laced in threat. It was a strange alteration of the drug’s intention mixing with her own emotions.

Don’t answer, don’t let him talk to you!

“I—” She tried to say, though it seemed Valentino had a lot to say, having to move the phone just a bit from her sensitive ear as his threats continued to pour out. Her chest thrummed with anxiety, debating returning to him right away even as the consequences would be severe. She swallowed, trying not to fall into that thought or her other hand still holding her cigarettes not yet pulled out to use.

Hang up and just run!

“My plan…” She answers him, flinching as he orders her to come back. Clearing her throat, she begins to push down those barbed-winged butterflies in her stomach and shoves the cigarettes back into her pocket. “Is I ain’t comin’ back,” she finally says, the panic clear in how her voice rises and breath begins to come out heavier. She was trembling for defying him, yet… not hanging up.

“Gettin’ outta the city for a few days and I finished yer fuckin’ job. Who cares if a couple imps did shit,” she tries to bounce back, giving it a casual excuse instead of fleeing. She felt that break of the souls she was given and with it that slight boost of Hellish power she got. It was too late to attempt to hide what she was doing, but for some reason, she didn’t want to hang up yet. What the fuck was wrong with her?