@possessedchain | 𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 

❛ did you ever care about me? ❜ haha what if i sent this in for herman what then (:

Instantaneously, the heavens fall to dashes at his feet in spite the roof over their heads. Herman has heard those kinds of words many times before, in that kind of tone- or implication of a tone, maybe. He's ruined something else, hasn't he? Put undeserved stress on someone that never asked to be stuck with him-

It’s always worst when he can feel himself sinking into another low, but can't do a damn thing to stop it. The very energy in the room drops with him, the ambient static seeming to grow, tightening the air as it sparks minutely. Like a child stalling to avoid a tongue lashing, he doesn't turn to face the Priest as he typically would, but doesn't continue scratching at his notes either. Uncharacteristically frozen in place, eyes closed as ears wait for the cacophony of screaming, maybe thrown household items this time. He never could figure out how to predict that part.

A disproportionate reaction- and a selfish one- but he can't stop the uptick in his heart rate, tightening of breath. If he can't control those basic functions, it's only a matter of time before everything spirals. And then-

Beyond even to the point of flat, devoid of the characteristic dark musicality of his voice, Herman simply says, "I don't know what you're talking about. Of course I do."

It's not- The latter sentence isn't a lie, at least. But it sounds so disingenuous. He's so used to sabotaging relationships before they can implode on their own, make the other hate him on his terms- why had he overlooked something so crucial this time?

𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑨𝑻 𝑴𝑬 - accepting

@possessedchain: "try not to abuse your power ."

The Hell Priest had been a tricky one to bring in It had a lot of power on Its own but she'd managed. If she were the kind of being to make alliances this would be one she'd think to make a pact with. Instead, she was a selfish being and alliances required a give and take --- and she only truly knew how to take.

"Abuse my power? Have you seen me do so thus far?" An honest question. In the early days, she had. Survivors and killers alike turned to husks far faster than they were now, but she had been so hungry and she had also been so young in those days. Not knowing how to keep so many alive or how to toy with them. "I think I've learned some restraint by this point in my existence. Do you suggest I do so even more?"

@possessedchain is getting baby boy....

This place is new. The red burning of the Borgo is hell on his eyes, the smoke irritating and making them water. But there's a smell he knows, cooking meat. He follows it to the ruined house, peaking inside.

@possessedchain​ | “ I am going to enact terrible violence. ” for survivor kirsty?? 🙃

That voice...

Kirsty whips around before being hoisted into the air by chains. The feeling of cold metal wrapping around her fills her with dread. The last time she saw it, Channard had killed it and it’s Gash. Does it not know her? Has this place taken those memories from it?

As she’s lifted into the air Kirsty thrashes around, trying to get loose. “Stop! It’s me! Elliot it’s me!” Would it even remember her? Remember that name?

𝑮𝑹𝑼𝑴𝑷𝒀 𝑿 𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑬 — accept

Harleen Quinzel was content for the first time in a really long time. Sitting in the Hell Priests lap she had a smile on her face while she held Its hand in hers. Her head resting on Its shoulder as her eyes grew a little heavy. The day had been quiet, neither of them being called for trials which was perfectly fine for her because she got to spend more time with it.

@possessedchain: ❛  how are you so happy all the time?  ❜

It spoke as she let out a happy sigh. Picking her head up she looked into Its eyes and furrowed her brows. "Do I really seem happy all the time? I guess I try to be but I know I don't always feel like I am." Looking down at their hands she laced their fingers together. "Though I do know that I'm a lot happier now than I was before. You make me happy." Looking back up at Its face she smiled brightly. "If nothing else, meeting you was worth being sucked into this weird place."

@possessedchain said: “These past months have been a torment.” for vittorio <3

- pride & prejudice || accepting -

. How instinctive it had become to run like a frightened hare at the sight of one of them. He only knew it in the trials, always fighting to live despite the way it tore at their flesh and speared them on meat hooks like game. That it spoke now made him wonder if this was somehow a trap, a way to lure him in without having to chase him across the snowy landscape.

. He was tired of running.

. "You do not enjoy this." Spoken outright, still wary but not hostile. He had wondered if that was that case for some. Were they doing this because they liked it, or was it because they were forced to? Maybe some were just as trapped as Vittorio and the rest of them. It was hard to feel sympathy, given what he had experienced, but Vittorio would not allow himself to bend to hatred. If this one wanted to speak to him, he wouldn't turn it away for now.

. He remained wary of its ability to summon those needling hooks, ready to bolt if it showed signs of duplicity.

. "What is it that torments you?"

𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙.   ;;   a mini playlist for the hell priest&david ( david's pov )

meet my maker.  five finger death punch  //  bloodwork.  36 crazyfists   //   coming undone.  korn  //  monster.  skillet   //  voices in my head.  falling in reverse   //  face to face.  citizen soldier

a gift for @possessedchain. <3

♚ Do you agree with fandom interpretation of your character?

— the writer's interpretation. ( accepting )

        hmmmm — sometimes? i hardly agree with some / most canon interpretations of my character. people in the community, small as it is, characterize pinhead in a myriad of ways, which i love - most of the time. there are personal headcanons i have (ex: elliot being gay, transfemme, etc.), but i don't disagree with people who think otherwise? i think the different ways people view them are interesting and cool.

the first "fanon interpretation" of priest that i disagree with that comes to mind, is how people view pinhead and kirsty's interactions as romantic. i don't see it, it's just not for me. secondly - obviously i'm biased, but they're a really complex character, so it annoys me when i see them rendered down to one dimension that's usually some variety of "evil stonefaced demon". i think it does them a disservice. they're a character steeped in tragedy, and taking that away from them makes them very ... boring? flanderization is probably my biggest issue with fandom interpretation of them, and that, while annoying, isn't that bad. of course, there is also a minority of people that depict them as other things i won't get into, but i don't even really care to think about them.

i also really hate seeing cisgender hell priest interpretations. like it pisses me off substantially. if you look at that and tell me that's a cisgender man i will crash my car into a fucking telephone pole and take us both out

Hell Priest/ @possessedchain said: ❛ you’ve lost a lot of blood. ❜

Having not brought a med kit along on this trial had been a mistake, a worn out tool box sat in its place amongst the over grown reed's and grass, his back was pushed up against a rock, having thought he'd found a secluded almost hidden spot covered by bushes, not even the light of a nearby generator spilled across the sky above or the ground below, it was momentarily dormant. An attempt to snub a whimper, teeth digging into his lower lip as a hand pressed into the wound at his side, trying to stop the bleeding while the task at hand needed attention, he went to move, blood loss causing his head to spin, another snubbed grunt. Though any further motion was stopped dead in its tracks by the sudden voice from behind, spinning around and letting the pressure to his side go, eyes widened at the sight of the other, a dominating presence.

Both heels kicked at the rough ground, like a startled cat, he scrambled up to his feet and tried to make a dash for it, running off into the nearby over growth, the red fluid dripping down his leg leaving a less than desirable trail behind.

@possessedchain : " i feel something broken inside me. you can't fix it. no one can. " postfog angst, anyone???

Jane was known for her diplomacy, her charisma; she was known for being calm and collected and knowing what to say in environments where most would stumble. And yet she still found herself speechless with the words Elliot had tossed at her. Excuses - protests, more like - caught in her throat, and she had to take a moment to compose herself, because in that moment she realized that there were so many ways she could fuck this up.

" No, I can't fix it - I can't fix you, " Arms crossed, intending to look stern but moreso appearing as if she was holding herself, Jane’s eyes were focused somewhere behind Elliot, “ But that doesn’t mean I can’t help. You don’t have to suffer like this forever “ A quick gesture towards the other’s tense posture denoted the this she was referring to. Even before they answered, she got the distinct feeling she was talking to a brick wall.

There's a beat, then a slightly more solid, harsher, addition.

" If you want to be miserable forever, be my guest. It's comfortable, I get it. But if you don't, you know who to talk to. "

There was a number scrawled on a piece of paper that Jane had offered to Elliot, that now lay between them on the table, and it didn't take a genius to figure out what she'd suggested that had tipped them over the edge.

@possessedchain | Misc. Asks

Sliiiiding into Herman's lap. Pretending to pick the viscera out from under its fingernails -- oh so non-chalantly.

His smugness coating him like a second skin, Herman- for once- says nothing, instead electing to equally nonchalantly lay an arm across his lap. It's simply a very pleasant coincidence that it happens to be right there.

@possessedchain | "i was an idiot for giving in."

It had been a lovely evening so far, Elliot coming over for a home cooked dinner and a chance to relax. They were sitting in her back garden drinking tea (correctly made) when then conversation became quiet.

Sighing, Eliza places her hand on top of Elliott's. "You weren't an idiot. You were desperate. From what I understand, the configuration preys on that." She gives the ma gentle squeeze, "Not an idiot."

@possessedchain | ❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜ for carmina

Carmina makes an indignant scree, her hands still clutching the canvas the priest had been trying to get a look at.

But knowing that she's been caught, Carmina sighs and flips the painting around.

Depicted in ink is the cenobite; sitting on a throne, legs crossed, and hands in the pose of Baphomet. It's not done, but the work she's done on it is beautiful. Carmina casts her eyes down a bit, hoping that it likes it.

@possessedchain | “ I can do nothing but ask for forgiveness. ” for kirsty

It's so strange. There was at one point she would have liked nothing more than this scene. The great and powerful priest of hell asking for her forgiveness. She wants to tell it she has none to give, that it doesn't deserve it. That it should rot in misery for eons for all it and it's god put her through.

But at the same time....it did save her. "Forgiveness," she thinks. "I... I can do that."

"But at the same time, I must ask yours," she shifts, "to you it must feel like I just wasted what you did for me."

𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑨𝑻 𝑴𝑬 - accepting

@possessedchain: " why aren't you scared of me ? "

"I mean you've not really given me a reason to be scared of ya." The Harlequin gave a very nonchalant shrug. Honestly compared to some of the people she hung out with. The Hell Priest wasn't all that odd. "If ya think I should be scared of how ya look, you should see some of the others I've hung out with over the years. Who cares if ya look a little spooky, I like hangin out with ya."

@possessedchain said: " let me help you open up your mind. " for vittorio, perhaps? 🖤

- eeaao || accepting -

. Vittorio didn't know if he quite trusted it yet. Thus far, it seemed beholden to what it'd told him- that it wanted to escape just as much as him. But there was that undercurrent of suspicion, remembering how much Tarhos' betrayal had cost him.

. It was a gamble, working with the hell priest. But his options were low, and there was some part of him that couldn't ignore the mystery presented. Until it showed signs of betrayal, Vittorio would wish to understand it better.

. He wasn't sure what it wanted, precisely. Surely, it didn't mean like the lament configuration? Though, given its apparent role and what it could do, he wouldn't be surprised if that was it. He moved to sit on a large boulder, the trial grounds eerily silent when not in use.

. "Teach me." There was still so much he didn't understand about the cenobite, and if it was offering the information freely, he wouldn't ignore that. "The more I know, the more I can try to help us both."