[DM4F] Demoness - The Priestess of Hell

The car spat up mud as it sped away from town. “Why did he have to open his big mouth!” John said, leaning his head out the car window as his windshield wipers had snapped off in the confrontation. “All he had to do was turn a blind eye,” he blamed the cashier who stupidly confronted him for taking beer and a wooden cube without paying. John spat a rope of blood out the car window and stepped on the peddle as the car roared forward into the forest where he lived. “Shit!” he slammed his hand on the wheel.

When John arrived at the bend at the road he pulled on the wheel hard, causing his car to drift to its side and gobble mud before spitting it out and accelerating towards his house which was built off the grid. His car thumbed and groaned when John parked the car next to his beat down one bedroom shack. He snatched the brown paper bag next to him and exited his vehicle. He had already finished two beers when he unlatched the shed and turned on the lights to his woodshop.

His woodshop was nothing too special, but it was the only place that John could say he was truly happy. At the center of the room, a large wooden table that John had made himself out of red oak sat. He tossed the bag on the table and popped another beer can before settling down on one of the stools. He lazily sipped on his beer, staring out through a small window as he watched the rain smack against the building. “Fucking cunt,” he thought of the owner once again as he pulled the small wooden cube out from the bag. “A broken nose for this,” he grunted as he fiddled with it.

What seemed like a few minutes was actually hours. John didn’t know why he was so curious about such a simple cube, something that he could build in a few hours, but he could not help himself. The cube was a puzzle and like any puzzle, it frustrated the hell out of John as he had a short temper, yet he was determined to solve this puzzle.

When the puzzle clicked to completion, the man smirked before letting out a cry in pain. Inside the wooden puzzle, a sharp edged blade cut him across his palm, causing him to bleed. He had cut himself many times before, but this pain was different. It felt like a fire was burning through his flesh and bone, causing him to fall from his stool and onto the cold floor. The lights began to dim and the storm raged outside as the wind battered the building. “What…what the hell is going on!” he shouted, slowly getting to his feet as the wooden cube was now a deep crimson.

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Hello! Today I am looking for a literate partner who is interested in playing a female demon from hell whose race has tormented humanity for thousands of years. Their stories have become legend over the years, with many of them being the foundation of myths and legends. You will be one of these demons whose puzzle box has been lost for hundreds of years until you are summoned to Earth by a mortal.

\In my mind, I see the demons resembling female Cenobites from the movie hellraiser. You don’t have to be an expert on the franchise (I’m not either), only the attire and look. When it comes to your character, I would love to hear your ideas on the character herself. I’m more than willing to brainstorm with you as I do have ideas of my own, but it is important for my partner to have creative input as well