#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.

[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...

[alkasden]

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.

[alkasden]

[ Sinful Indulgence ]

[alkasden]

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 has effectively replaced 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. Only the Vox belonging to screentimeoverlord is used in this story.

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. Only the Valentino owned by the-delightful-temptation is used in this story.

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

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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. Only the Striker owned by strikers-saloon is used in this story.

Visual Differences: None, yet. 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?

[alkasden]

[Red means go faster.]

[alkasden]

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?

[alkasden]

Alkas phone was filled with messages. Voice messages from Valentino, each message angrier than the last one. 

“You had one fucking job.” 

“Where the fuck are you?”

“You know how much work you just gave me? It was a simple job!”

The messages flooded her phone until one last voice message. 

“You better pick the pinche phone when I call you..… You’re fucked.”

Opening up her phone, she rarely ever used the thing but the slew of pings were starting to bug her. Glancing down at it, she saw the voice messages all Valentino had sent. She felt her engine heart race in a soft rev out of her throat. Cautiously she played each one, driving her bike to the edge of the road as she listened.

Don't listen, just run!

The anger made her flinch, her mouth dry with anticipation as she knew she was fleeing now. She tried to ignore how she felt heat up through her oil and a blush at her face, too. That damned potion at hearing his voice or perhaps hearing his rage with how it twisted differently in her mind.

The last words of the last message rang clearly, swallowing as she was stopped just at the outskirts of Pride, close to the elevators as she had a plan with a friend. She felt a safe enough distance away, so she held her phone and... waited for the call.

[alkasden]

"A-Are you okay? You uh.. y-you don't look so good.." ( for Alka from lcftcult!)

Blinking at the sudden question to her, she seemed incredibly nervous but tried to force a little laugh. "H-Huh? Me? Ye-- Yeh I'm goods, just uh..." She tries to point out the drink she had. "Drunk, yeah. Little fun is all."

[alkasden]

Not receptive, huh? Perhaps it's time for a different approach. You're feeling like a caged bird, caged birds don't deserve to stay caged unless its what they want. Do you truly want to be caged? To be abused? To be treated like a slave? Whatever he may give you, say to you, imbue you with... won't be your own. Do you want to be your own? Or his? If you believe you belong to him... you don't deserve that leather jacket, or the independence that normally comes with it. Nobody is coming to save you. You have to save yourself. Break free. Be your own person. Live for no one but yourself. You owe no obligation to any force, in Hell or beyond. BOW TO NO ONE.

A twitch of her brow comes, some of Alkas’ fight returning to hearing these words pound against her and it irks her. Never did she like being so weak or ever showing any signs of desperation. Always the greaser on the inside to burst free and to live by the road as she should be. How she has lost that and those darker thoughts, darker thrills had started to take over. She knew she sought out these monsters to toy with them and it was coming down on her with consequences.

You love those consequences.

“I ain’t ever belong to no one,” she hisses, having trouble believing them anymore, but she still says them aloud even if she sounded crazy for doing so, “Ya don’t knows what I deserve!” She stops at that, uncertain of what she really deserves. To her, she deserved all that she had coming. Why else would she be in Hell?

“Fuck you,” she spats under her breath now, uncertain who it was towards now, showing there was still that spunk underneath it all, “I’ve tried to fights ‘n got me in more shit. First was Vox who I ain’t sure if he’s still lurkin’ ‘n now Valentino! Ya thinks I can do anythin’ when I ain’t even got a single souls to my name? Even tried runnin’ ‘n it ain’t done jack shit!”

Run, Ruth. Run.

But, she was running right now, she was in another ring away from it all. The fight was still there even if clouded by the twisted games her mind was wanting. She frowns, looking down at her phone that pinged away with messages. Slowly… she turns it off.

“I still gots my soul…”

[alkasden]

"You already know you're mine, conejita." Val's voice messages keep popping up as the hunt continues.

"I already know where you are. And time is running out."

"You are mine, and no one else's..."

Any chance she got while with Prin, Alkas sneaked glances at her phone and held it close to her ear so she could hear Valentino's voice messages. Her engine heart gave soft revs; the fear and anticipation of his threats were getting to her in ways they should not.

Why deny it? He's right.

"Fuckin' hell..." She cursed under her breath, trying to ignore that voice and those feelings, blaming it on the damned love potion still in her system. With a growl, she shoved her phone back into her jacket to hide away. She needed to get rid of it. She should get rid of it.

As if you would. Then you'd not hear his threats.

Several hard drinks sounded good about now.

[alkasden]

The messages back from Valentino come in and Alkas seems far too happy to hear them, like promises that curb that horrible craving welling up in her chest. It was wrong, she should be terrified, and throwing her phone away while it connects to him only furthers the effects of the love potion. Though, was it really all of the drug’s doing?

You can’t live without him. Just give in.

Scoffing to herself, she still presses the phone close to her ear to hear the voice messages. The threats that he was not giving up the chase left her with anticipation of what he may do. It felt like a guilty indulgence she should not be getting into. This was not some love story waiting to play out. This was him coming to hurt her and twist her mind further around his finger. She needed to stop. She needed to break away from him.

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.

Her hands tremble, nearly tossing the phone, but she held it too tight. The threats of being set ablaze did truly terrify her, a feeling she had experienced before being so flammable. What was she getting into? She needed help in more than one way.

@the-delightful-temptation

[alkasden]

You are nothing without Valentino. Your life is meaningless without Valentino

Only once she was in Lust did this hit her and her engine heart gave out a whine enough to be heard through the rain. The panic started to well up on her face and she felt herself take a step back, but there would be no portal to retreat into, to flee back to Valentino. Hold on, was she not fleeing away from him?

You fucked up.

Her throat hurt, and her body ached not from the bruises but from craving more. Would she be nothing without him? Why did she flee? Her mind began to race and flood herself with these questions. Even now, she held her phone up and desperately hoped the signal still held up between Rings. Why the hell was she hoping for that? She missed his taste, the beautiful sensation of him, and the twisted liquid love he forced down her throat.

You’re not fleeing. You’re playing with him.

Her finger was already over Valentino’s contact information, the unread messages making her so badly want to listen to them. Lost in a moment, she was tapping a message already to him in her flurry of emotions. She was nothing without him… Was she really fleeing or just setting up a fun game of chase?

There was no end goal except...

[alkasden]

Receiving a message back, Alkas felt her chest tighten when Valentino's voice filtered in. Seeing his face in the recording, too, only made that love potion nag at her mind, making the cravings come back harder for him. She had to take a long breath to resist it.

Go to him. Go to him. GO TO HIM!

She continued to watch, the teasing shot of his body was only making it harder just before she noticed her own face. The threat of his words was that she would be known now through everyone Valentino had connections with. That made this chase all the more terrifying, the paranoia already making her dart her head around where she was.

He's going to find you. You want that, don't you?

Shaking her head, she holds a trembling finger up to her phone, intending to send another message to him. She hesitates, biting her oil-stained lip enough to make the dark substance drip down her chin. Was she even going to be safe in the Lust ring?

Run, bitch. Run.

She lit up one of his cigarettes, her hands shaking like it was the only sensation to keep her from running back to him even if it pulled her deeper into his grasp in the long run. No plans and no goals were made before her run. Only the urge to flee... and perhaps the intention for him to chase.

@the-delightful-temptation

[alkasden]

@the-delightful-temptation

"Fu-- Fuck you... I do not!" She lies. She does.