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[sohelpmegod]

Prayer book part 2

[spectrechosts]

Vandalize My Heart - Chapter 7

Welcome to the circle of Lust! Group painting starts at 5, please enjoy your complimentary demonic womb tattoo.

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Hell was hot.

Which, obviously. But it wasn't hot in the way Grace expected it to be. Less burning for eternity and more lazy summer afternoon. Lilith was protecting her, making it so she was accustomed to the heat like the demons were.

"This is my mark, little lamb. It protects you from the hellfire, from anyone who gets any bright ideas about stealing that precious soul, and it labels you as mine."

"This is a tramp stamp!!"

"No it isn't, a tramp stamp goes on the back."

Well, whatever it was, it looked not unlike a slutty tattoo.

Not that there was anything wrong with being slutty. Or having tattoos.

She was a new, more sexually liberated Grace. Friend of succubi! Pretty okay with being gay now! Probably not a nun anymore! She could have a slutty tattoo if she wanted.

Well, less wanted and more was okay with it being a thing she needed.

But it looked fine, in her opinion.

Baby steps.

Someone must have come to see why she wasn't at morning prayers and discovered the summoning circle by now. She had always been so careful to get rid of any trace of her deeds, and now she just felt…

Free. Like a huge weight was finally off her chest. She was a sinner, and that was okay.

It helped that Lilith hadn't exaggerated about her realm. She was splayed out on a huge comfy bed in the room that Lilith had made for her in her palace, a labyrinthine temple to the sin of lust that seemed to bend to her will. One moment there was an empty wall, the next, a doorway to her room.

In this place, Lilith was god, though she would probably dispute the comparison. If there was any trick, it was no longer needed. She had her. Grace was completely at Lilith's mercy.

And yet, lounging relaxedly, she felt that her trust hadn't been misplaced. Hell was, truly, luxurious. A big fancy bedroom, her own private bath, a closet full of nice clothes tailor-made for her. Even the temperature seemed to fluctuate according to her wants. If she got under the blankets, the room got colder. If she, hypothetically, tried on one of the skimpier outfits she found in the closet, it got a little warmer.

Lilith only wanted her to be comfortable. This whole place only wanted her to be comfortable. How had she ever feared this? Why would anyone want to avoid coming here? It was paradise!

She drew a hot bath and soaked blissfully. Coming here was the right choice, she was sure of it.

~

She spent her second day in Hell just exploring. The endless halls of the palace seemed to have a will of their own, shifting of their own accord as she walked. More than once she would reach a dead end and turn around, only to find herself somewhere entirely new.

"You get used to it, eventually." A stray succubus told her, between lazy drags on a cigarette. Many of the denizens of the palace seemed almost afraid of her, watching her from afar and scurrying away if she tried to approach. The meaner ones though, the ones that looked more monstrous, they would let her speak to them before tersely shooing her away. "Maybe if you decide you like it here, I'll show you around sometime, hm?"

The succubus traced a long claw slowly up Grace's throat, before theatrically twisting her wrist to tap her on the nose.

"Till then: fuck off, mortal." She said with a sharp-toothed smile.

Grace supposed she did have a glowing magic DO NOT TOUCH stamp on her, but it made things… lonesome. She had come here to feel accepted, and she felt a little bit like a freak.

And as she thought that, the palace brought her to someone who could help.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Grace!!!!!!!!!!!!" Azaerixia squealed, glomping her with almost enough force to bowl her right over. "Ohmygod I heard Mistress brought a human down and I thought it might be you!!! This is so exciting!!!"

"Azaerixia! It's so good to see you, it feels like-"

"Hold that thought, I have to introduce you to EVERYONE!!!" She said, grabbing Grace by the hand and dragging her down the hall as fast as she could manage.

Well, that was one problem solved.

"OKAY SO: Everyone this is Grace, Grace this is Sarana and Eshirlith and Vylona-" Azaerixia rattled off names at lightning speed as a roomful of demons setting up canvases stared at the two of them, some waving, confused, when their names came up. "-we paint together every week which is what I was gonna do right now but now you're here and I have so many other people to introduce you to so we have to keep moving-"

Grace waved at them as Azaerixia pulled her away, already zooming to her next destination.

"These two in the kitchen are Carilaith and Jaentia, they like to cook even though demons don't really eat food, so they'll be excited to meet you Grace!"

Azaerixia herded her into the kitchen, where a spoon was quickly shoved into her face.

"Taste this."

Grace ate the offered spoonful, and regretted it instantly. It was like someone had dumped an entire shaker of salt into a pot of battery acid, and then somehow burnt the resulting mixture.

"How's it taste?"

"Um-"

"It's bad, right?"

"The worst, right?"

"Yeah it's uh, it's pretty bad."

"Only pretty bad? I told you it needed more salt!" One demon said to the other, placing her hands on her hips as Azaerixia dragged Grace away again.

"They're basically the only people around here who actually use the kitchen for cooking, and not just wearing nothing but aprons and having sex on the countertops." Azaerixia paused, deadly serious for a moment. "Always remember to wipe down the countertops if you want to cook something. Always."

"Got it." Grace nodded, and Azaerixia took off again with her in tow.

"This is Zrixira's room, and that's her girlfriend Gor'omath." She said, pointing at a pair of demons playing a computer game. "Gor'omath is a wrath demon so she's technically not supposed to be here but nobody on our end really cares."

"Hey, she's helping me with official business." Gor'omath said, getting up from her computer and letting her character die. "Hi, Gor'omath. You find yourself feeling especially wrathful often, mortal?"

"Uh. A lot less, recently."

"Well, if you ever are, hit me up."

"That guy is yelling at you again, babe." Zrixira said.

"Tell him he doesn't pay my sub."

"Okay!"

"See? Official wrath-generating business. She's a natural." Said Gor'omath.

"Well, don't try and poach her! Anyway, we have more people to meet, later!"

"Uh, bye?" Grace said, closing their door and following Azaerixia, who had run off ahead of her.

"These are Aezorim and Helneth! They're having sex! This is Grace, she's new!"

Grace averted her eyes from the two, who did not stop fucking to make introductions, Aezorim waving at her as she bounced on Helneth's cock and Helneth too overwhelmed to pay attention to the two of them at all.

"They're really cool, I think you'll like them!"

"Azaerixia don't you have more people we need to hurry to meet please?"

"You're right! Let's go!"

~

This went on for hours, Azaerixia making quick introductions and then rushing off to the next person that popped into her head, always magically just down the hall.

Until suddenly, Lilith's mark shone brightly and Grace stumbled, slumping against the wall as her legs nearly gave out. The demon's seal pulsed with unholy power, sending jolts of pleasure through her cunt. She whimpered as she soaked her panties, the sudden magical stimulation unlike anything she had ever felt before.

"Oh!"

Azaerixia helped her stay on her feet, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

"Mistress must want to see you, she'll be here in just a moment!"

Grace didn't respond, inhaling sharply as the mark glowed brighter and the power ramped up in intensity, before slowly fading and stopping entirely.

"Hello, little lamb~" Lilith cooed, appearing before her, though whether through magic or just walking up to them Grace was too frazzled to tell. "Were you giving her the tour, Azzy?"

"Yeah!"

"You're so sweet, darling. Would you mind letting me have some alone time with her?"

"Of course not! Bye Grace!" Azaerixia said, giving Grace a quick kiss on the cheek before wandering off.

Grace took deep breaths, steadying herself before looking Lilith in the eyes.

"It protects my soul, huh?"

Lilith grinned. "And it marks you as mine. Fun, isn't it?"

"If Azaerixia hadn't been here I would have collapsed and had fun all over the floor." Grace said, rolling her eyes.

"Awww, you think that I would let you? Just from magic, no touching? Grace if that was my idea of fun I could just snap my fingers and reduce everyone in this palace into mewling messes, if I were boring." Lilith slumped over onto Grace, wrapping her up in her arms. "How are you enjoying my realm, little lamb? Is it to your liking?"

"It's nice." Grace said, closing her eyes and sinking into Lilith. "I was a little lonely, but Azaerixia introduced me to… everyone. So I think the demons are more comfortable around me now."

"That's good. The mark can make them a little nervous, nobody wants to make a bad impression and scare you away."

"Please, as if anything could scare me away at this point."

"Ooh, brave." Lilith hummed. "What if I told you that I can't wait to see how cute you'd look with a little pair of horns?"

"I'd tell you to slow your roll."

"It's too late, I'm thinking about grabbing them. Some cute little curved horns for my little lamb…"

"Oh no, my soul is in danger, I think I'll run back to the nunnery."

[247krp]

— Rejoice, little lambs! We have recovered our own Song Sunisa, spotted prancing about in the Southeast Side. I remember seeing him with The Decadent Intellectuals back in high school, but I’m not here to spill yesterday’s tea. So straight to the rundown: can you say apathetic and hard-working? Apparently now he spends time as the CEO of Crown Hotel and Crown Bath & Body, and keeps skeletons buried at Macheon Hill Gated Community, 403. But those won’t stay hidden for long, if you and I have any say on it. Welcome back, Carnage; we missed you so.

TW: violence, murder, homophobia, mentions of suicide

In case you don’t remember the devil’s name, here’s to refresh your memory:

in high school even though he was apart of a clique, he was still very open and hung out with other students. still, you’d see him with his best friend. sunisa didn’t go out of his way to make friends with people simply because he had a group of friends he spent time with but he wouldn’t ignore someone in the room. if they were alone he would strike up conversation and at least say hi to them in the hall. his looks did cause a few people to think he was intimidating but if you could get the smile out of him, he looked like a child. gossip girl did a get stories out about him when it came to drinking with the group and especially bunny. to a few people it might like looked like bunny and sunisa only liked each other when they did drink. but they did become friendly with each other over a few weeks at one point. he started to drink more after the death of his uncle but he never got to over the edge thanks to his friends and his close family even though he did come close a few times when he thought he had the chance. he wasn’t as friendly to other’s before and went out of his way to stick with his clique or be alone since his uncle’s death was very public. to the students he looked like a kid in mourning but behind the scenes, he started to do a few stupid things ( like get a tattoo of a pink butterfly as a tramp stamp ) and in private he spent more time with bunny drinking, since bunny was the only person who would let him get shitfaced drunk. no knew that he had been planing to get revenge on his father since sunisa felt it was his father’s fault that his uncle killed himself. no one knew that he watched bunny die and didn’t lift a finger to help him because he’d ruin his goals. to the outsiders, he was an unlucky rich kid with a lucky bank account.

Nevermind the memory lane though, the present is always the ripest fruit:

it took until last year for him to achieve his goals of owning his family’s company. he did everything he could to prove to his grandfather and father that he could control the company. first, he got that stupid tattoo covered up into a piece of art covering his back. then he started his own business under the crown name and with it’s growth ( and his older brothers travels ) his grandfather trusted him before he passed and his father handed over the company. he achieved his revenge, his came out to his father and the old man died knowing that his old conservative company would be run what he hated most. it’s an open secret that sunisa is into men -and women. he only was one confirmed relationship a woman but there rumors about his relationships with men unconfirmed because sunisa wants to respect other’s choices. to the outside, he’s just another rich boy but he’s striving to expand crown into an empire. and deep down inside even though he knows he tied up every loose end..gossip girls returns has him watching his back even more.

But we are nothing if not open books – my job is to ensure you get to the best pages:

the story really started with his grandfather. somewhat of an ‘american gangster’ the man built his life off of blood money and once he had enough, he left for korea to make a name for himself in his homeland. he left his wife behind with his sons so they could get an american education. it was valued in korea and he only wanted the best for them now that he had money. so he while he poured his life into starting his business in korea, sunisa life started in america.

he came as the third child ( with his twin brother being born one minute before him ) and his sister as the eldest. it was when he turned ten that they returned to korea and his father started to study under his grandfather. his uncle had been too ‘strange’ and sunisa didn’t understand until he realized he had become one of those 'strange’ people too.

but that came later.

first he realized how different korea was from america. in the states he didn’t realize how big is family was. of course, his grandfather was the ceo of crown hotel’s and his mother and uncle had started to make a name for themselves. all eyes were on them and in return his childhood become stricter but he lived with it. he had close friend, he has his siblings ( with the welcome addition of the youngest one ) and he had his uncle. the man had become his best friend and they had bond. his father hadn’t had the chance to be around and sometimes it felt like he didn’t want too. there were times he could’ve been there but he chose not too. instead his uncle stepped in and sunisa felt a father’s love from him.

then he entered high school with his best friend at his side. he didn’t mean too fall into a clique but he did 'the decadent intellectuals'  as gossip girl like to call him. it was funny, seeing as how he didn’t get along with bunny well enough at first. the two seemed so different (unless they were drinking ) so sunisa chalked it up to the fact that the people had he been close with, were the ones that been close with bunny. he loved his friends so it didn’t seem that bad if bunny was around. it seemed like life would be good.

oh how wrong it he was.

the first tragedy had come with his uncle. as he got older the man became more distant from the family -isa included and he demanded answers. and he received it. his uncle was gay and his father and brother didn’t agree. that had been the 'strangeness’ his grandfather talked about. the men in his family (save his brother ) homophobic and that was something sunisa knew and it was why he never told anyone -even his uncle- about his interest in men. he knew something bad would happen if he came out but he didn’t know how bad it could get.

he could recall the day easily, coming home after school to screaming. his uncle had been caught with his boyfriend, inside his grandfathers home no less. his uncle wanted to come out, his uncle wanted his grandfather to accept him but that didn’t happen. what did happen..it was horrible. he didn’t know who it was the restrained him, his brother? his grandfather’s body guards but he watched his father beat his uncle until he was black and blue and his uncles lover had only been given a few seconds to make a choice.

he made the choice to leave.

and when it was over, his grandfather declared that he only had one son. everyone left the room save for isa. instead he held his bleeding uncle with promises that he’d help. but he never got the chance. two weeks later his uncle took his life and sunisa took it hard. no one knew why the man did it and his family paid the part as grievers but he knew his grandfather and his uncle didn’t care. so the distant from his family started and he threw himself into his friends and partying. he got a tattoo as his small act of rebellion even though no one would see it. and he plotted, he plotted to take his father down if was the last thing he would did.

then the second change came in the form of his friendship with bunny. with sunisa drinking more they started to hang out more and one night one thing lead to another. he knew the bunny was recording some of it, he drunkenly consented but he didn’t know the other would hold it over his head. and he did. and if he hadn’t been for his father, sunisa wouldn’t have cared but he needed to stand in the mans could graces.

then the last straw finally came.

they had a huge fight, just the two of them that no one else knew about but bunny didn’t like what isa said. he didn’t like it so much that when isa arrived home a package was waiting for him and he when he played the video of getting fucked in the privacy of his room. sunisa knew something had to be done. he needed to silence bunny forever. every part had been planned out. from when he traveled to america with his family and got in contact with his grandfather’s told friends.

he was truly song’s grandson.

and then a party hosted at his family’s hotel. all he had to was wait for confirmation of the bunny’s death. the hit man he hired was skilled but sunisa wanted to see it for himself. it had been luck really, his twin left for travel and it wasn’t hard to sneak a man back into the country. his bother didn’t ask why sunisa wanted him to pretend to be him but when the news came out. he was sure his brother had an idea. still, loyalty between the two overruled anything else.

as soon as he as he got the call, isa slipped out of the party and headed to bunny’s home. and there bunny was. broken and almost life-less. the man sunisa hired was there also but he sent the hit man away and watched. he saw the hope in bunny’s eyes when he stood over his body. he thought sunisa would help but he stared until the light left bunny’s eyes.

even though his hands weren’t dirty they were stained with blood.

he could’ve helped but he didn’t. instead he watched his secrets die.

the rest happened in a flash, his other good friend was accused of the murder but he was very vocal about the fact that jin couldn’t have done it. that was the truth so he didn’t have to fake it. but he faked his tears, he faked his mourning. but inside? sunisa was happy. it meant that his father would never find out and he wouldn’t know what happened until sunisa hit him.

fast forward to the summer of '17 and sunisa’s father is on his deathbed. his sister was never a contender to inherit the company and his twin brother had chose to travel. of course, it was only natural that sunisa would lead the company. he had already started his own successful company under crown. so the precious crown hotel that had been passed to his father after his grandfather died came into sunisa’s before his father could take his final breath. then the appointment party came and by the end of the night sunisa was on a high. he knew just how to end it too.

there were only three people in his father’s study that night. isa, his mother and his father. really, the man should’ve been in a hospital but he wanted his final days to be at home. still, isa waited until the ink dried and everything was in his name before his gave his father his final words for the night. even now, there was a certain happiness that came to him when every he remembered his father’s reactions to his words.

“dad i’m gay.“

if looks could kill isa would’ve been dead on the spot. but looks couldn’t kill, and his father turned as white as a ghost. the man had so much to say but nothing could come out. he didn’t wait for a response, instead he left the house peacefully with a smile on his face and the knowledge that his father wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

the man was pronounced dead just a few hours later.

apparently words could kill.

fast forward to '18 and sunisa is settling into his new role perfectly. he cleaned house of his father’s people even if he had to use under handed methods. the brand 'crown’ was about to enter a new era.

if gossip girl will let it