#eternal torture

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

"The most disturbing thing about the idea of hell is how Christians desperately want it to be real."

They're positively giddy about threatening you with eternal torture.

[pickleslice]

whoever designed humans needs to go to hell forever for this

[apollowusky]

wHO'S READY FOR THE TORTURE LABRYINTH TOMORROW!!

[thewhumpingbunny]

VENT WRITING.

GOVL chapter 7 alternate scene

As the Emperor writhed on the ground, unable to keep himself from screaming at his overwhelming loss at the hands of the princess he so coveted, Lucia lost her footing entirely. She was immediately caught by that of her beloved husband Elvis, as he knew that she would be dizzy after having used every bit of her energy. He noticed her eyes were having the hardest time focusing, and figured that most likely she would pass out in his arms as he made his way back to Dissidia’s warpzone. 

“Without my power,” Mateus roared, pushing himself upon his palms. “I am nothing! End me!!” He gasped, taking a moment to look at the couple who only gazed upon him with pity. “I- I cannot live like this!”

“What a plonker ye are,” Elvis grunted as his eyes narrowed. The pity had vanished from him, hearing that. “Ye’re too good for mercy, are ye?” He shook his head as he turned attention back to his wife. “No. Ye heard the royal decree. Ye have a job to do, now get back t’ it.” While he would have no issue with ending Mateus’ miserable life for all he’d done in just the last two days alone, he withheld his rage at her order. 

Lucia did her best to force herself to a stand, though it was more than apparent she wouldn’t make it more than a few steps in her current condition. “Mateus, please. Go home.” She spoke weakly, but earnestly, hoping that the warlock would just hear her out. “I will not! I will remain here and find a way to break your curse before I rain hell upon the Palace of Power itself!” He barked at her, as he rose himself to a stand. “Mark my vow. I will not allow this to stand, princess! If you do not belong to me, I will… end all you care for. Your forsaken love will doom not just you and your children, but every citizen of Video Land!”

“Y-you don’t understand,” Lucia said, attempting to step closer to him, but she lost her footing again. Elvis helped her keep her balance this time, instead of simply carrying her weight on him. “This land cannot remain in such a state if Gamers are to have access to any Dissidia game, past, present, or future. It will be reset by the… Deity of Destruction. If… if you meet with him, you will be reset entirely, same as this world.”

“Bah, some deity will not be the end of me.”

“I didn’t say you were going to die…” she clarified calmly. “...I said you will be reset.”

“Ach, lass, we need to get ye back home. Ye still haven’t recovered from yer last, and here ye are, trying to work things out with this lout? Come now, wee bunny. If he won’t listen to ye, he’ll just have to suffer the consequences,” Elvis said gently. “Ye cannae save ‘em all.”

“But-” “All the shit he’s done to ye?! The fact that he’s even seen that there is a whole expanse beyond his Game World has driven the bastard mad. It may be better for the whole of Video Land if he is consumed by yer… deity.”

“It hurts to see him go, despite everything. But, I guess, if that’s his choice…” She looked into those purple eyes once again and smiled. “You did say you would rather die than accept my mercy. If that is your will, I can’t stop you. Mateus, I’m sorry that I… that we…” she took a deep breath and sighed. “Goodbye, Emperor Mateus… Matty.”

Not since he was officially on her team had she called him that. His heart skipped a beat before turning away. After sealing away his magic, preventing him from gaining any more power outside of the Realms of Fantasy, how could she dare even act like she cared! It was preposterous! How dare she even pretend at such a sad smile like that? What the hell was all of this? 

“Can’t even return the favor of a goodbye? Aye, tha’s some right bullshit,” Elvis said. “We’d best be going. I don’t want you caught by the deity, wee bunny!”

“No, he can’t hurt me. He acts under my contract here in Video Land, as I was the one that summoned him in the first place. If we do meet him, you and I will be safe.” Lucia said, finally allowing Elvis to lift her up into his arms.

Mateus watched them go before snatching his golden scepter from the ground. That piece of shit, holier-than-thou prince walked away, carrying the princess the Emperor desired. Ugh. He would do all he could to undo this curse she placed on him, no matter how long it took. No sort of silence would be put on the greatest ruler in all creation! He could at least manifest his six golden wings. As he was ready to take off, he heard the quiet tip-tap-tip-tap of old-fashioned leather shoes against the floor behind him. “Well, I had no idea I would have the opportunity to consume an angel today. How fortuitous!” The voice seemed to have some sort of odd interference, crackling as if being played through a machine at a distance. 

Mateus turned to look behind him, to find a tall, almost impossibly thin being standing there. He carried something of a staff of his own, though it had a strange adornment. Instead of a jewel or fixture to enhance magical power, it was some sort of device he had never seen before. His whole ensemble was blood red, from his bushy hair, classy striped suit, all the way down to the shoes he heard before.

“Are you the so-called Deity of Destruction?”

The lanky red being laughed, showing his sharp yellow teeth. “Is that how the princess described me?! Oh, the flattery! Isn’t she just darling! Allow me to introduce myself! Salutations, I am Alastor. It is a pleasure to meet you, quite a pleasure!” The interference around his voice kept going with every word he spoke. Mateus had never encountered anything like this before, either. What was this so-called deity? “Now. I’m quite the fan of your performance, Your Majesty.” “...excuse me? What do you mean?”

“Why, I’ve been tuned into everything you’ve done! Anyone that causes my bunny this much pain is someone I must follow,” Alastor continued, his smile growing that much wider. The ears atop his head twitched a few times before horns began to sprout from his bushy red hair. “I’m thrilled she has given us the opportunity to cross paths, finally.” They grew outward, expanding far wider than his shoulders, extending with multiple branches as his eyes turned into blazing yellow dials. His limbs elongated, further than any human could survive, but as he transformed, his smile grew just as twisted.

When Mateus flapped his wings to get himself into the air, Alastor snatched him right out of the air with one of his claws. No matter how many times he tried to cast any of his magic, it would fade before it could manifest. He struggled to break free, but this demonic monstrosity had him bound tightly between fingers even longer than he was. Tentacles came from Alastor’s back, wreaking havoc on all of the land around them, and the grip only tightened.

“You- there is no way you could come of her power!” Mateus shouted. “She is filled with Light, and her magic manifests itself in music!”

“Hmmmm,” Alastor mused, continuing to crash about to destroy the Game World of Dissidia like a kaiju. “Not that it matters anymore, does it? She warned you, and you did not heed her.” “If you are not going to kill me, then-” The radio demon gripped the emperor so tightly that he could not even carry the air in his lungs well enough to speak. He stopped his rampage enough to use another claw to rip Mateus’ wings off his body only to toss them in his mouth to eat them. Then, he broke every one of his limbs - both arms and legs - one by one. Alastor slammed the defeated husk upon the ground, face first, with every bit of his strength. Mateus knew this Game World was crumbling around them, and that if he did not die by this demon’s rampage, he would be caught in the negative space. That must have been what Lucia meant when she told him he would be reset entirely.

“I have no desire to kill you, you miserable shit. All you have caused my dearest bunny to suffer shall be paid back to you, one thousand fold!”

Mateus did not know this level of pain before in his life, and without a physical way to escape it, he had no choice but to let it claim him. Darkness beyond anything he himself could manipulate surged through his every nerve, charging through him as if he was naught but a conductor of the worst magical energy. He spat up everything in his body from blood to whole ass organs, but somehow, despite staring at his own lungs and stomach, somehow he was not dead. He could not fathom any of what he was seeing. This couldn’t be happening! This- this was- it was a nightmare he needed to wake from!

“You do not know the HELL you have inflicted upon her. I will be glad to demonstrate for you.”

Words escaped him. His lungs have collapsed. He could not breathe. He could not move. The blood surging through his eyes made it impossible for him to see. All he knew in that moment was pain. And despite his being unable to function, he could still hear his own voice screaming in terror. No matter how hard he tried to force himself to wake, he could not. 

“How long has she had to endure you?” Alastor asked, waving his hand to bring forth even more darkness upon Mateus’ body. “Thousands of years in the negative space is naught but a fraction of a second outside, Matty...”

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

eveline is back AU

[shanastoryteller]

The day his deal comes due, Sam goes missing.

Dean tells himself it’s nothing, that he’s gotten caught up in some research, some last ditch, hail mary nonsense and that he’s just turned his phone off and everything’s fine, that he wouldn’t do something stupid, that he wouldn’t break his promise.

He tells himself that for the first two minutes after he cracks his eyes open and sees the empty bed across from him, and the first time his call goes straight to voicemail, and not much after that. Sam’s broken his promises over things significantly less important to him than his brother’s life.

Dean is dressed and in the Impala five minutes later, heart thudding wildly in his chest. He calls Bobby, Ellen, everyone he can think of, but none of them have heard from Sam, none of them have eyes on him. Sam was with him last night, even if he boosted a car, there’s only so far he can get.

He keeps calling, keep searching, desperate to stop whatever he’s trying to do, to find him, to see his brother one last time before he’s dragged to hell. To make sure Sam is going to be okay after he’s dragged to hell. But the hours tick down, the sun sets, and he can’t find a trace of him. He’s so exhausted and heart sick that when he goes to call Sam again it takes him a long time to read the number on his phone, eyes swimming, the time not making any sense.

1:03

That’s not possible.

That’s not –

His phone rings, blocking out the time with Bobby’s name across the screen, and he answers it but his throat is too thick to say anything.

“Dean?” Bobby says tentatively. “Are you – I got an email from Sam. It just said, I mean, did–“

“What did it say, Bobby?” he asks, even though he’s sure he knows.

Bobby sucks in a breath at his voice, because he knows just as well as Dean that he should be screaming in hell right now, not answering his phone. “To take care of you.”

Dean drops the phone, hears Bobby still talking as he grips the wheel and presses his forehead against the back of his hands. This is what he’d been afraid of. This is why he hadn’t wanted to mess with the deal in first place. This is the one thing he’d begged Sam not to do.

It's easy to find a crossroad.

The demon is laughing at him when it shows up, wicked grin in a pretty face. “That didn’t take you long, boy.”

It’s a different demon than the one he delt with, obviously, but Dean figures they all know the same shit, since demons are a bunch of gossips. “This wasn’t the deal. My brother lives and I die.”

“You traded your soul for your brother’s life,” she corrects, so amused by all this that all he wants to do is kill her, to exorcise her, to make her scream. “Just like your father traded his for yours. There’s no reason Sammy can’t make his own trade. Man, but is your family fucked up. Maybe if you’d just settled down like little Sammy wanted, you wouldn’t all be bargaining for each other’s lives like haggling at a flea market.”

“Untrade it,” he snaps. “My soul for him alive, come on, no year, no waiting, you bring him back and take me to hell right now.”

She laughs in his face. “You don’t have anything to bargain with, boy.”

“My soul,” he repeats, “That’s what this is about, isn’t?”

“Oh, it’s what it’s all about,” she says. “But Sammy’s a clever boy. You know that, don’t you? He didn’t trade his soul for your life, he didn’t have to. You didn’t die. No, he traded it for your soul. Sorry, honey, but your credits been declined.”

At first he doesn’t understand. Sam traded his soul for Dean’s, exactly, so there’s no reason he can’t trade it right back. Then he gets it.

She sees the exact moment it clicks, the moment despair and horror sweep across his face too quickly for him to stop them. “That’s right. Little brother owns your soul now. For some reason he didn’t think you’d take proper care of it. You have it because that’s where he wants it, but no one will be making any deals with you, Dean Winchester. You can’t sell a soul you don’t own.”

“You can’t,” he has to clear his throat, “you can’t just come in and change things at the eleventh hour-”

“Eleventh hour?” she interrupts. “Sammy made his deal eleven months ago.”

His mouth is so dry he can’t speak.

“Isn’t it funny?” she asks, head cocked to the side. “All this time, the deal he’s been trying to get out of wasn’t yours, but his own. Maybe the two of you might have even managed it, except you just wouldn’t help, would you? Insisting that he not research, that he not look for a way out, and he spent so much time trying to convince you, coaxing you to talk about your feelings when he knew you were safe, all he because he thought it would make you feel better when he was gone, because he couldn’t tell you the truth and talk about how scared he was, so talking about your fear was as close as he could get.”

Dean’s going to be sick. “Don’t – please, please, I’ll give you anything-”

“You don’t have anything,” she says, gleeful. “You want to know why I agreed? The thing that made it just too delicious to refuse? Sammy’s down there, just starting in on an eternity of torture, and all he has to do get out of it is give up your soul. It’s his, after all, and he can put the original deal back in place any time he chooses. Just one moment of weakness on his end and his beloved big brother will be on the rack instead.” She sighs happily. “It’s almost as good as anything we’re doing to him down there, the knowledge that if he slips up for even a moment then it would all be for nothing. I couldn’t have found a way to twist the knife deeper if I tried.”

There’s vomit crawling its way up his throat and he has to swallow it down before he can speak. “I can’t – I’ll do whatever you want, please, there has to be something.”

She leans forward, cruelty and delight shining in her eyes. “The only thing you can do is what you’ve been telling your precious baby brother to do for the past year. Accept it. Move on. Live a good life so his sacrifice isn’t in vain.”

God. How can she – how can Sammy expect him to –

He’s doubling over, finally upchucking what little he’s ate today, and he’s dry heaving on the dirt when he hears the fading sound of her laughter.

This can’t be real. This has to be Hell, he has to be in it right now. He has to be.

[threetrenchcoatsinatrenchcoat]

i've discovered a quite large category of people who never got into The Good Place and the only way they could articulate their disinterest was, "there's no stakes cause they're already dead." i'm obsessed with the idea the only reason they could enjoy seinfeld is they imagined kramer could beef it any fucking second

[ghostplasmas]

Do robots dream of eternal sleep?

[espuor]

٬٬̲ scriosta 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

the tortured poets departament by loving too much and being loved less, or diving into a sea that is sad and at the same time full of love in an "eternal sunshine"

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

"The totalitarian concept of the afterlife: The hideous idea doesn’t even occur in the violent, rape and genocide filled books of the Jewish bible. There’s no punishment of the dead. When god has destroyed your tribe and had your virgins and your children murdered in front of you, and had your flocks and herds scattered and so on, and you also fall down to a bronze sword, he’s done with you. The earth can close over you. That’s it. You tangled with the wrong tribe, the one he favored. Not until gentle Jesus, meek and mild, are you told: – If you don’t make the right propitiations you can depart into everlasting fire – One of the most wicked ideas ever preached, and one that’s ruined the lives and peace of mind of many, many children preached to them by vicious, child hating old men and women, in the name of this ghastly cult, which we’re met here to discuss tonight." -- Christopher Hitchens

Threatening violence if you don't get what you want is literally extortion

extortion | ikˈstôrSH(ə)n, ekˈstôrSH(ə)n | noun the practice of obtaining something, especially money, through force or threats.

At least the mob boss leaves once he has your kneecaps broken.

[cubedmango]

happy reunion...?

[stillgotscars]

you know what absolutely guts me? “you said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me” → “lost to the lost boys chapter of your life” versus “but the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light”

[aroaceleovaldez]

topic being rotated in my brain today: The Doors of Death only opened like two weeks after TLO. We don't really know how Thanatos ended up being captured, though we do know several chthonic deities were part of the Titan Army (Hecate, Melinoë, Morpheus, etc). Was trying to open the Doors of Death/capture Thanatos part of the Titan Army's plan? And what if it had happened just a liiiittle bit sooner?

like. the immediate potential for a no-HoO/Titan Army wins/apocalypse au is immense.

[charsoamerican]

2024 is such a good year for music oml

[zarnzarn]

(check the tags for more and also the tag for other fics in the story!)

athena, scowling as she gets bullied into marrying the people she pined over for the last 1000 years, suddenly realising something: wait a minute

odysseus: what?

athena, frozen: wait a damn minute you know what this gives me rights to do

penelope, also realising: oh fuck yes

odysseus: I don't like the sound of whatever's happening here what are you two fucking talking about?

athena, grabbing the marriage wine and tossing it back, then kissing her new wife and husband and handing penelope a spear as she picks up a mace: we'll be back shortly, you can start celebrations without us.

penelope: do u have anything that can start a fire

athena, pulling out an old contract and scanning it before throwing it over her shoulder: yes. are you scared of heights or can we fly.

penelope: fucking bring it I've waited years for this moment

zeus: where are they going

hermes, picking up the contract: they're going to... Ogygia? Oh fucking shit they're going to fucking kill Calypso- hey, hello, WAIT-

[gender-ihardlyknower]

Mouthwashing memes bc someone needs to shitpost here goddamn it