Long Form Roleplayers

THREE DAYS AFTER THE ESTONIA RAID

6:05 VOLOS: Three days have passed since I returned to my lair. I suffered grievous wounds, not only in the fight with my now-compliant-beta Bedlam but fighting my way through my other rivals for the Medallion and the battling human forces. My wounds, inflicted by other Beasts of Shadow, are slow and agonizing to heal. I have bigger plans in mind, and the time laying and healing isn’t wasted. I have used the time to prepare for the ceremony and spells I will need to activate the amulet’s magic, rid myself of my need for a human host, and restore myself to full powerful self, sitting on the Skull Throne of Red Star.

6:05 VOLOS: For two and a half millennia, I have waited and searched, suffered and sought, for the opportunity to find the means to undo the curse and constraints under which I have survived. The means to return to my full Demon Lord powers and avenge myself against the regnant forces of the humanoid Borgia (as told over Bloodrose with Plato, https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/51049). And once I succeed, I will destroy my foe, my would-be assassin, and once again I will claim the Skull Throne.

6:06 VOLOS: I look back at the MI6 agent I carried with me from the chaos and carnage at Payne’s now-ruined Base. I was unclear whether he would be a hostage, a ransom, or dinner but with so many players vying for position in the freewheeling melee, I chanced occupying my arm carrying off the then-barely-conscious agent with me, despite the toll the combat had taken. I have not yet required him but he has served well as a prey-toy for my relief. I continue preparing for the ceremony.

6:07 Tobias: Volos has kept control of our body longer than he has since I have been aware of my, what shall I call it, possession. I can still see through his eyes, I have felt his predatory use of his captive from the Base (and trust me, you haven’t really had extreme sex until you’ve experienced fucking a human ass with a ten-inch obsidian Wolven spear!), I hear what he hears. But the thoughts between us, which have been flowing relatively freely since he needed my help to get to this goal, have now been limited.

6:08 Tobias: By the second day however, even a Demon Lord’s constant concentration begins to erode, not thoughts yet, just images. But trapped in his massive furry body, I have little else to do but wait for more and try to decipher what I experience.

6:09 Tobias: I can sense the Medallion and the now-compliant Demon trapped within (although even Volos is cautious of Bedlam’s mood after being imprisoned again), I see the markings on the floor of the lair begin to glow, I feel the energy charging for the ceremony Volos plans for tomorrow when the moon hits its apex. Slowly, gradually, the pieces of this puzzle begin to assemble in my mind, seeing which fit with which others. As the picture begins to form, I begin to understand why I have been shut out of the Demon’s thoughts. And my horror mounts……

6:10 Tobias: “VOOOOLLLLOOOOSSSSSSS!” I shout in our joined mind as loudly as I can to get the Demon’s attention. “VOOOOLLLLOOOOSSSSSSS! Talk to me!!!”

6:11 VOLOS: My host’s mental voice howls in my mind. “I see you, Volos, I sense your thoughts! You brought me in to get to your goal and now….”

6:15 Tobias: “Your quest… All this time …” I didn’t know one could sob in one’s own mind, but in this split consciousness, I break down. There is a minute of silence in our thoughts, then two, and three. My mind quiets as I concentrate on my fate. How do I describe a whisper when the discourse is mind to mind? “All this time, I did your will, brought you to your desired place. And all this time, you knew that if you succeeded, you would take this body. OUR body, as your own. What happens to me?!”

6:18 Tobias: I pause, overwhelmed by the horror and the desperation. “You will prevail and I …. I will die, right?.” I take it in, my folly, my collusion in my own destruction. And the power is all the Beast’s, not mine. I thought, as the Wolf and I joined, I hoped, I fantasized I suppose, that working together had created a bond. That all I went through, feeling his pain, the fear and agony of the combat with Bedlam and the other creatures, would have, might have…

6:20 Tobias: I was naive. Volos is a Demon Lord and my vanity, my hubris, thought we might be somehow different in some way… I don’t know what I thought. My mind is a jumble, chaos, my end drawing closer, my sacrifices for him … all in vain, at least for him. I withdraw, sad and resigned, as I wait for oblivion.

6:25 VOLOS: My host … Tobias… rails at me in our joined consciousness, his passion and emotion so elevated that I cannot shut him out. My mind responds with silence. I hear his cries, I hear his pain, I hear his sense of betrayal. And I hear his ultimate surrender.

6:30 VOLOS: Human emotions mean little, if anything to me. They are inferior beings, selfish, petty, destructive of themselves and one another. But I do understand one thing in common with them, one I carried with me from my exile from Shadow, to the cruel banishment on the earthly realm. I repay my debts. I tried to save Jarvin, I restored Chadwick, because together, they led me to possession of the Medallion. I owed them, though I arrived too late for one.

6:35 VOLOS: This host … he has a name, it is Tobias … he made this journey possible. He joined with me as no other host has. He has been inside my mind as I have seen into his. There is a debt here as well, one that must be repaid, not only in full, but with more.

6:40 VOLOS: I still do not respond to Tobias in words. I have decided what must happen and turn. I approach the MI6 agent, who has provided me carnal pleasure after I abducted him as a potentially useful tool. And I see his utility now. As I feel Tobias’ spirit suffering within me, my massive paws grip the helpless agent’s head, tips of my claws drawing rivulets of blood. And I begin my gift of repayment to Tobias……

6:45 Tobias: I have retreated into the smallest psychic space I can inhabit. I am a fool. I thought, in my hubris, that somehow a Demon Lord, spawned from the depths and bitter from millennia of exile, might see me as more than one of the hundreds of hosts he has inhabited in the past. I would weep if my body were my own. I would wring my hands instead of feeling sharp claws at the end of what were my fingers. I would gnash my teeth, now gruesome fangs that have eviscerated countless victims.

6:46 Tobias: My life, my existence, will soon be over. I have bent to my vanity, I reached for the sun, for the stars, and like Icarus, I am about to fall. I try to find my center, to exit with what few vestiges of dignity I can salvage. How will this end? Sinking quietly into oblivion, Wolven euthanasia? Or in an agonizing conflagration, like Jeanne d’Arc reduced to ashes in the arms of Fire?

6:47 Tobias: I see through Volos’ eyes as he turns toward his captive. I can feel his claws as they grip his skull.

6:48 Tobias: A wave of dizziness and vertigo washes over me. Since Volos and I joined closer, I have experienced our “change” - me to him, him to me. But this feels different. Very different. “What are you doing?”

6:50 Tobias: I’m shrinking, the fur withdrawing, fangs and claws reverting to teeth and nails. My vision becomes my own as I see the agent’s body grow, fur sprouting, his bodily weapons expanding. I feel myself in my own body as I look at … the … seven-foot, four-hundred pound, sable-furred, steel-blue-eyed … creature standing before me. For the first time, I see … Volos, the Wolf Demon … face to face. I feel a wave of vertigo in the aftermath, my legs getting rubbery, but I will not leave this moment. I steady myself. My eyes are wide and I find it hard to breathe.

6:55 VOLOS: I have seen through Tobias’s eyes, I have seen his face in his bathroom mirror through them. I experienced sex, food, comfort, and pain through his senses. But he stands before me now, our eyes meeting for the first time. His expression is full of wonder, thinking his doom, his …. extinction … was imminent. I imagine having a Demon Lord move out of our symbiosis to set him free was a physical and mental shock. I have not initiated a host transfer this way often in the last two and a half millennia.

7:00 Tobias: My image of the being, the … monster … who took me, used me, coerced me, to his will, was nothing like the majestic being who stands before me. He is tall, proud, and I see his, his…. determination, his focus on a goal so far in his future that it is unimaginable to me. I stammer, “You have … freed me?” My voice feels small.

7:05 VOLOS: I look down at my former host, his relief mixed with confusion. I run a claw gently along his strong jawline. Gentle tones do not come easily to a fanged maw such as mine, but I make an attempt. *You served me well to reach my goal, Tobias.” Even I am aware that I have never uttered this human’s name before. “I heard your plea and realized I owed you a debt. Whatever I am, I will repay my debts.”

7:10 Tobias: I should be relieved. I should feel liberated. But after all we have gone through together, is that it? All the pain and horror I felt as part of the Demon’s schemes, he considered me a tool and himself my debtor? Am I so insignificant in his Grand Plan? I feel cold and alone.

7:15 VOLOS: I see the human is disturbed. At first, I was not sure why. But I feel the emptiness in the soul of my new host and I come to the unsettling conclusion that I grew … fond … of him. Not “him,” he deserves to be thought of as “Tobias.” I pull him close, my massive arms holding him against me, nestling him into my sable fur, as I realize he developed feelings for me as well.

7:20 Tobias: The Wolf Demon pulls me close, his soft fur cushioning me against his massive muscles. I rub my fingers into his pelt and my body melts into his embrace.

7:25 Tobias: I breathe deeply, calming myself. Nestling into you, I whisper, “Perhaps our time is not through? Perhaps I can remain with you, together for this next step of your journey?”

7:30 VOLOS: I place my foreclaw under Tobias’ chin, slowly lifting his face so his eyes and mine can meet before I respond. “You were doomed if you stayed with me before, you may be doomed if you stay with what is about to come.” My broad wet tongue softly laps your neck then your cheek. I struggle to say words I have never uttered to any being in centuries, and never to a host. I realize I have never released one back to his life before.

7:35 VOLOS: “Take the clothes of my new host, take his identity to return to your home.” I lick the human again, I will … miss him. “I will take you close to a settlement in this hell-forsaken land, for you to make your way back to your own life.” I pause, “The life that I stole from you when I took possession of you.”

7:40 Tobias: I know The Beast is right, I cannot stay, but I am not ready to leave Him. We were joined by an accident of fate, I suffered through the possession before I knew the truth, and we have been … is there a word to describe what we have been? Our thoughts joined, sharing carnal pleasure through one another’s senses? United to achieve his goal. But the Demon Lord - VOLOS - does not wait for my reply.

7:45 VOLOS: Tobias struggles with his human feelings, and to the extent I am capable, I do as well. But the time for my own passage draws nigh, and he may not survive what may occur in the hours to come. I scoop him into my strong arms and race, using my Wolven speed, near the closest Estonian town from which he can gain passage home. I set him down and say, “My debt to you, Tobias, is now repaid.” I lean down to him, pressing my broad, furrowed brow to his forehead. I turn, to return to my lair, to the altar that promises my long-awaited deliverance.

7:50 Tobias: In the Beast’s hold, the landscape blurs past me, no more incomprehensible than what I have experienced in the last few months. He sets me on my feet and I feel his massive head press gently against my own. He turns, his thoughts already on his ceremony.

7:53 Tobias: I cry out, “VOLOS!!!” He pauses, awaiting what I will say. My voice lowers, “I will miss you…” I see his muscles tense under that soft, silken, midnight-black fur. “Will you … might you … miss me?” I cringe at how plaintive and sad my voice sounds. The Demon Lord stands still for a second, then two, his head turns a fraction back, and he says, in the softest voice I have ever heard him use, “... yes ….” And in a blur of Wolven speed, he is gone.

7:56 Tobias: I look for a minute, oh shit, I have no idea how long I stood there, watching the empty space where the Wolf had been. I turn back toward the settlement and walk slowly towards it. The MI6 credentials I carry will get me back home whenever I choose, there is no rush. I try to process all that has happened, all I’ve seen, the pain while I shared corporeal form with Volos. And I try to process what it means that I am now free to go back home.

7:56 Tobias: Home. In two or three days, depending on transportation out of this backwater, I will be … home. Imagining being back there, the fiction of “home.” My mind’s eye see’s home.

7:56 Tobias: Back in my bungalow in Glendale, watching from my pool as the light changes on the parched wooded hills to the east. I’ll be spending hours of each day in the gym, sculpting my body alongside of the would-be models, wannabe actors, and other high-priced escorts staying in top shape for their trade.

7:56 Tobias: I always loved my place there, will I … can I … still? An earworm from my favorite movie when I was younger goes through my mind, “if happy little bluebirds fly….”

7:56 Tobias: Did Dorothy instantly regret her decision to make the third click of her sparkly ruby heels? Or did years go by for her to realize she had given up all the color, all the adventure, for monochrome monotony? Did she stare out the window for one more windy day? Can I go back to Glendale after all this and be … satisfied?

7:56 Tobias: I am still lost in my mental drift back to my Glendale home as I enter the bleak settlement called Paatsalu. The buildings are sad, the desperate places for people to live, work, and do business in a town where the youth have fled to find better futures elsewhere.

7:56 Tobias: There is a rumble. I feel it vibrate through my body like a shock wave, as it mounts, as it builds. The rumble escalates to a roar, the roar sharpens to a howl, a cry of frustration and rage that the air itself trembles. How do I describe looking back to see the sky split at the ferocity behind?

7:56 Tobias: I realize that Volos’ ceremony has failed.

7:56 Tobias: The rumble intensifies and the earth beneath me begins to shake. The Demon Lord has unleashed his anger. I see the wave of the ground as the shock wave approaches, I turn away from it but it overtakes me quickly. I drop to a knee from the force as I hear the cracking sound from my right. The already-rickety construction is collapsing - and it looms large as it heads directly at me. The first brick of the jarred masonry hits my hand, opening a bloody gash. My fleeting thought is, “I survived all this and I will now be buried with this pile of rubble as my tomb!”

7:56 Tobias: Desperate, I push off my planted foot to run, knowing that the falling debris is faster than I. But …. in a second, I am a quarter mile away. I look down at my sliced hand, watching the flesh on each side of the wound, regrowing, seeking their separated mates to close the wound and staunch the bleeding. I smile, thinking that the Wolf has not only repaid what he felt he owed me, but with interest.

7:56 Tobias: The screams of the people in the settlement interrupt my self-involved thoughts as I race back, pulling people out of the wreckage. Blocks of masonry I could never have moved before are a challenge but my strength is … augmented. Many are too far gone, but many are set free from their town’s downfall.

7:56 Tobias: I suspect the Glendale bungalow will be offered for sale very soon. But I look back at Volos’ lair, imagining his pain. Part of me wants to go back, but the Demon Lord has moved on. So must I, he has given me a different road, a different … destiny. Volos has his fate to chase, and now, thanks to him, so do I.

(Eternal thanks for the Dorothy imagery from the incomparable Judy Collins -

Published: 2021-06-08, viewed 111 times.