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A Day in the After Life (Finale)
Sender: Alastor
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive dream recording
Warnings: It takes place in Hell, and Hell is not a nice place. Also, this series of periodic dreams is based on the official Alastor comic with this post covering page the latter half of page ten to the end. The viewer is taking Alastor's place, directly seeing what he sees, feeling what he feels, and thinking what he thinks. So unless you want to potentially traumatize your character with experiencing the afterlife in Hell as a cannibalistic serial killer deer demon, you might wanna pass.
[You're still cursing the TV demon's existence when you come across the meat shop. You can hear two voices -- one threatening and the other cowering -- with ease thanks to your sensitive ears. You look inside and decide it might be worth your while to browse the butcher's wares.]
Good day, sir!
[The argument between the butcher and the other customer ends, the boar demon's meaty hand releasing the spindly-demon's throat. You ignore the other customer scampering off as you approach the display case.]
I caught sight of your sign out front, and I make it my business to try out every new meat shop that appears. You never know which one will end up being my favorite!
[You lean over the display case, studying the meats inside. Some are actually from demonic animals rather than being purely demonic.]
Do you have any fresh venison? I do love a nice top sirloin but am partial to venison myself. Reminds me of simpler times...
[You pretend not to see how he side-eyes you. This butcher really is new and has no idea the danger he's in. That's even more obvious as he reaches for a cleaver to shut you up and add you to his menu.]
[You slam your hands down on the counter, allowing just a little of your true form to show through. You're feeling a bit generous.]
AṄ̥͈͛D ͙͚̈́̐Ẉ̮͊̌E ̤͈̑̉A̖̅Ļ̼͐͝Ḷ̏ ̺̻̑́L͇̚Ỏ̭VË̬́ ̻̎T̰̾O̩̘̎͡ R̟̀ET̲̲̊̄U͈͌RN͕̼͒̔ ͚͑T̳̳̋̕O ͍̱̈̾S̹̔̔͢IMP̗̤̉͐LE͇͓͛̕R̘̾ ̤̆TÎ̦͇̏Ḿ̛͔̻Ê̗S͚̽,͉̂ ̥̈D̗̊O̗̝̿͠ ̨͙̎͊W̤̾Ė̟ ̡̣̎͠N̬̻͑͗Ó͓T͈́?̼̦̎͞
[The butcher recognizes the warning for what it is and hurries off to fetch some nice cuts for you. You watch with amusement as he begins preparing your order.]
Make sure you get all of that silver skin trimmed off. I want fresh meat, not bubblegum!
[He wraps your order in butcher paper and places them into a plastic bag, hand shaking. You graciously take the meat, turning to leave the store. On your way out, you bump into a purple sheep demon.]
Oh! Pardon me!
[She's also new for she smiles brightly at you, pleased by you holding the door for her before finishing your exit. You start to leave, satisfied.]
COME HERE, BITCH!
Wha--HEY! STOP! LET GO OF ME!
[You freeze like the deer you resemble.]
[Hell around you disappears as you turn back towards the butcher's shop. Your eyes and head are filled with static as outrage consumes you.]
[The cheery ring of the bell over the door causes the butcher to stop again as you enter. Your power surges, and you allow your form to revert to its truest, most horrifying self. There's sickening snaps and pops as your body elongates and twists, your human-seeming form warping.]
You know, I do really hate those who can't show a little more respect to those of fairer means. It's rather distasteful...
[You catch a glimpse of your true self reflected in the widened eyes of the butcher and his intended victim.]
[The butcher releases his would-be prey as you pounce. He screams as you tear him into pieces, disassembling him with the same efficiency he did your order. You don't hear the chime of the bell over the door as you revel in the carnage, drawing out the butcher's torment as long as you can as you consume him.]
[Finally, you calm and revert back to your usual appearance, tossing some of the remaining pieces unwrapped into the plastic bag with the rest of your order. You turn and see the sheep demon cowered on the floor next to a discarded arm. Ah, so that's why you didn't hear the bell: She had been too terrified to leave.]
[She bites her lip as you walk past her, not wanting to draw your attention to her. You've no interest in killing her though, so you exit the shop and continue down the sidewalk, blood dripping from your bag. You delicately retrieve a chunk of meat from the bag with your claws, holding it up to examine it.]
Not quite as tasty as venison. But...
[You pop it into your mouth, chewing the demonic pork and savoring the taste before swallowing.]
...it'll do.
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive dream recording
Warnings: It takes place in Hell, and Hell is not a nice place. Also, this series of periodic dreams is based on the official Alastor comic with this post covering page the latter half of page ten to the end. The viewer is taking Alastor's place, directly seeing what he sees, feeling what he feels, and thinking what he thinks. So unless you want to potentially traumatize your character with experiencing the afterlife in Hell as a cannibalistic serial killer deer demon, you might wanna pass.
[You're still cursing the TV demon's existence when you come across the meat shop. You can hear two voices -- one threatening and the other cowering -- with ease thanks to your sensitive ears. You look inside and decide it might be worth your while to browse the butcher's wares.]
Good day, sir!
[The argument between the butcher and the other customer ends, the boar demon's meaty hand releasing the spindly-demon's throat. You ignore the other customer scampering off as you approach the display case.]
I caught sight of your sign out front, and I make it my business to try out every new meat shop that appears. You never know which one will end up being my favorite!
[You lean over the display case, studying the meats inside. Some are actually from demonic animals rather than being purely demonic.]
Do you have any fresh venison? I do love a nice top sirloin but am partial to venison myself. Reminds me of simpler times...
[You pretend not to see how he side-eyes you. This butcher really is new and has no idea the danger he's in. That's even more obvious as he reaches for a cleaver to shut you up and add you to his menu.]
[You slam your hands down on the counter, allowing just a little of your true form to show through. You're feeling a bit generous.]
AṄ̥͈͛D ͙͚̈́̐Ẉ̮͊̌E ̤͈̑̉A̖̅Ļ̼͐͝Ḷ̏ ̺̻̑́L͇̚Ỏ̭VË̬́ ̻̎T̰̾O̩̘̎͡ R̟̀ET̲̲̊̄U͈͌RN͕̼͒̔ ͚͑T̳̳̋̕O ͍̱̈̾S̹̔̔͢IMP̗̤̉͐LE͇͓͛̕R̘̾ ̤̆TÎ̦͇̏Ḿ̛͔̻Ê̗S͚̽,͉̂ ̥̈D̗̊O̗̝̿͠ ̨͙̎͊W̤̾Ė̟ ̡̣̎͠N̬̻͑͗Ó͓T͈́?̼̦̎͞
[The butcher recognizes the warning for what it is and hurries off to fetch some nice cuts for you. You watch with amusement as he begins preparing your order.]
Make sure you get all of that silver skin trimmed off. I want fresh meat, not bubblegum!
[He wraps your order in butcher paper and places them into a plastic bag, hand shaking. You graciously take the meat, turning to leave the store. On your way out, you bump into a purple sheep demon.]
Oh! Pardon me!
[She's also new for she smiles brightly at you, pleased by you holding the door for her before finishing your exit. You start to leave, satisfied.]
COME HERE, BITCH!
Wha--HEY! STOP! LET GO OF ME!
[You freeze like the deer you resemble.]
GET OFF OF ME YOU -- HELP!
[Hell around you disappears as you turn back towards the butcher's shop. Your eyes and head are filled with static as outrage consumes you.]
HELP!
[The cheery ring of the bell over the door causes the butcher to stop again as you enter. Your power surges, and you allow your form to revert to its truest, most horrifying self. There's sickening snaps and pops as your body elongates and twists, your human-seeming form warping.]
You know, I do really hate those who can't show a little more respect to those of fairer means. It's rather distasteful...
[You catch a glimpse of your true self reflected in the widened eyes of the butcher and his intended victim.]
LI̦̭͖̜͒́̂͝K͓͂È̠͉̩̞̘͌̀̍̋̕͜ ̩̯̳̮̳̬͆̿̔̏͞͡B̧̡̹̝͒̓͛͆AD̛͔̦̼͔̅͒̎ ̢̮̞͇̻̥̳͐̀̉̉́̕͝MẺ̡̺̟̥̹͗̿͒͝Ả̢̛̤̲̥̀̚T̻̲͖͋͐̽͡ͅ
[The butcher releases his would-be prey as you pounce. He screams as you tear him into pieces, disassembling him with the same efficiency he did your order. You don't hear the chime of the bell over the door as you revel in the carnage, drawing out the butcher's torment as long as you can as you consume him.]
[Finally, you calm and revert back to your usual appearance, tossing some of the remaining pieces unwrapped into the plastic bag with the rest of your order. You turn and see the sheep demon cowered on the floor next to a discarded arm. Ah, so that's why you didn't hear the bell: She had been too terrified to leave.]
[She bites her lip as you walk past her, not wanting to draw your attention to her. You've no interest in killing her though, so you exit the shop and continue down the sidewalk, blood dripping from your bag. You delicately retrieve a chunk of meat from the bag with your claws, holding it up to examine it.]
Not quite as tasty as venison. But...
[You pop it into your mouth, chewing the demonic pork and savoring the taste before swallowing.]
...it'll do.