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Lucianos Odd Encounter Sr Iris 241121
In the bustling atmosphere of Rosie's Diner, Luciano found himself an unwitting participant in a surreal and harrowing encounter that transcends the mundane setting. A seemingly innocuous interaction with a woman in a yellow dress quickly spiraled into a nightmarish situation when she chillingly questioned Luciano about her death, only for the moment to escalate further with the appearance of a doppelganger who fatally silenced her. This jarring sequence of events was abruptly revealed to be a dream, or so Luciano believed as he awoke in his apartment, attempting to shake off the eerie remnants of the scene that had unfolded. Yet, the line between dream and reality blurred when Luciano's reflection morphed into a demonstration of the dark and demonic, introducing itself as Mathusamanan Aathro-Xarasim, a being proclaiming dominion over Luciano's very essence.
The subsequent exchange between Luciano and the entity in the mirror was a chilling blend of an existential crisis and a forced pact, with the demon compelling Luciano to mark himself with the symbol of sulfur as a tangible sign of their unholy union. Despite the physical pain and psychological torment inflicted upon him, Luciano's resilience shone through in a moment of defiance. Armed with nothing but a wooden crucifix and sheer willpower, he challenged the demonic force, invoking a sense of sacred retribution against the corruption threatening to consume him. The struggle reached a crescendo as Luciano's act of resistance brought forth severe, agonizing retaliation from the demon, but ultimately led to the creature's expulsion from the reflection and Luciano's reality, at least temporarily sparing him from being consumed. This ordeal left Luciano wounded but victorious in his refusal to succumb to the darkness, securing a fleeting moment of peace in the face of malicious otherworldly intent.
(Luciano's odd encounter(SRIris):SRIris)
[Wed Nov 20 2024]
In Rosie's Diner
Filled with nostalgia, this diner is a step into the past - to a time of swing and jive, and one would claim, simpler times. The walls are cream toned, letting the pink and turquoise neon striping along the ceiling give the space more vibrant coloring. Pieces of kitsch and memorabilia are posted here and there, providing character and retro style.
Behind the counter, cooks work the main line, allowing customers to watch as their meals are prepped. A soda fountain and a glass domed freezer is set away from the heat, where the soda jerk creates speciality floats, sundaes, malts and shakes.
Meanwhile, waitresses on roller skates gracefully take orders, their uniforms chock full of bling.
It is afternoon, about 42F(5C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(Your target has been chosen as the new vessel for an ancient and powerful demon. They must endure a series of trials and tribulations to either accept or reject the demon, all the while trying to keep their own sanity intact.)
The diner was a buzz with activity as lunch rush was in full effect. Waitresses atop roller skates delivered angina-provoking means atop platters while the jukebox played some dated song about driving across the desert and gambling. The hiss of soda fountains almost played into this while chatter filled the air
Luciano was enjoying his breakfast platter at noon for some reason when a dainty finger tapped on Luciano's shoulder. "Hey there!" was the chipper, excited voice of a young woman clad in a yellow summer dress. Her blonde hair as voluminous as a bale of hay, matching her oddly yellow eyes. Pearly whites grinned at Luciano as she tried to catch his attention.
Luciano was enjoying his late breakfast, Rosie's breakfast platter sitting in front of him as he took a few bites of his fried egg. Poking at the sausage links on his plate with a fork to try and gather up as much syrup as he could. Lost in his own world for a fair few minutes, scrolling through his phone as he looked through the morning news with a mild interest. Clearly not aware of his own surroundings besides the quiet ambiance of the Diner's busy rush.
As that finger tapped upon his shoulder, Luciano lifted his head up and looked back at the stranger. Leaning back in his booth seat and putting an arm over the backrest. "Hm?" He blinked twice. Focusing on the woman as he canted his head slightly to the side. "Uh, yeah?"
The woman's lips parted for her to ask "You must be Luciano, right?" in a melodic voice. It was surprisingly loud and audible voice despite the noise. As a matter of fact, everything else seemed to matter less and less by each passing moment. Patrons grew more silent, waitresses seemed to slow down, music died down and even timed almost halted. Behind this woman someone was spilling their drink while another was slipping, yet they all appeared frozen. "Why did you kill me?" She asks loudly and gleefully.
From behind the woman a tall, pale man with short brown hair in his late twenties approaches. He was a deadringer for Luciano same hair, same facial features, same plaid flannel shirt. The only difference was the red tint to his irises. His hands took a hold of the woman's neck and snapped it like a slim jim, telling Luciano in a deep voice "Salve, Luca."
"Tell him what he won, Mary!" was the noise now coming from the TV Luciano was facing, apparently watching some second rate TV show. It was his apartment now, a blanket set over him as he apparently fell asleep on the couch. What a weird dream, maybe splashing some water on his face might help.
"Oh god..." Luciano uttered under his breath as the woman stated his name. Reaching a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, his eyes closed for a few seconds as he began to speak. "Yeah that's--" He was cut off by her loud and clear question. Luciano's eyes snapping back open as he stared at her in confusion. Squinting slightly as if he was trying to recognize her, thoughts passing through his mind as he went through the catalog of memories he had in store. Left silent, however, as a stunning image of him stepped out from the crowd.
Luciano's first reaction was to slide his hand down the back of the booth, laying a palm on his thigh as he slid slightly further back into the booth. His eyes going wide as the woman's neck twisted in a grotesque, unnatural way. Leaving him stunned as he opened his mouth to speak.
line With a jolt, Luciano lifted his head up and looked around the apartment he was crashing in. Letting out a small groan as he ran a hand over his face. Feeling around for his dropped glasses as he slipped them back on. "Gh... I need to stop watching horror movies before bed..." Luciano grumbled out. Rising up to his feet as he yawned and stretched. Patting his pockets for his phone and other essentials as he made his way towards the bathroom. Knocking twice politely before going in and standing in front of the sink.
The mirror above the sink held a very similar reflection, it was the same Luciano with the red irises glancing back once more. The reflection moved and spoke on its own, breaking from what one would expect from a normal mirror's reflection. It spoke in a loud voice that echoed in Luciano's mind as if cast by headphones deep within his ears. "Wake up, sleeping beauty, we've got agony and suffering to spread."
This faux Luciano glanced around the bathroom, commenting "You sure have a lot of feminine products for a guy. And really? Named after that evangelist guy? I can feel it within us though, you're not some pure-of-heart saint, are you? Your body will be a great vehicle."
With a slow blink, Luciano stared at his reflection in the mirror. Laying his hands on the sink, supporting himself as his head dropped with a sigh. "You know, last I checked liking men was okay with the pope." He uttered groggily. Luciano's eyes abruptly going wide as he lifted his head up and much more clearly stared at the reflection that was talking with him. His head slowly tilting to the right in a cant as he studied the 'figure' before him in the mirror. "Okay, first of all, I have a roommate." He quipped. Leaving his statement at that as he let silence take the bathroom over once more.
The Luciano in the mirror shook its head a few times upon hearing those words in an almost disappointed manner. "So someone I'll have to deal with. Anyway, let's begin. Pick up that razor." These last words, `pick up that razor, resonated loudly within Luciano's head, attention drawn to the side of the sink where a small plastic casing held a few fresh razors still in their wrapping. The plastic casing was as attractive as ever, feeling absolutely magnetic for Luciano.
"You know the symbol for sulfur?" The Luciano in the mirror asked, his eyes as ardent as phosphorous.
"The atomic one? Pretty sure it's just an 'S'." Luciano dryly replied. Glancing down at the razors as his fingers curled into the porcelain of the sink. His lips twitching back into a frown as he reluctantly picked up the packaging with a groan. Looking over the blade with a grimace as he glanced back up at the mirror-image before him. "You know, it's quite impolite to not introduce yourself." He growled.
The Luciano in the mirror scoffed loudly, setting his hand against his chest to introduce himself. The background in the mirror twisted, turned and melted to reveal nothing but loud, painful to look at red static, static that turned to pulsating flesh. This flesh bled what was the background like a painting drenched in acetone. "I am Mathusamanan Aathro-Xarasim, patron of hemorrhage, but for now you may call me, what was that name of yours? Luca? Yeah. Because once we're done, I'm going to inhabit that body of yours."
With the introduction out of the way, the demon Luciano pointed towards Luciano's left hand, commanding "Take the razor to the back of it and carve the symbol of Sulfur, it's a triangle with a line on one of the cathetus that's intersected by another so it's a plus below a triangle." The fact that he had to explain this drew the ire of the demon that gave Luciano one hell of a stomach cramp.
Flinching back, Luciano found himself bound to the front by the one hand still gripping the sink. Unable to truly break himself from his 'shackled' place in front of the mirror. His eyes widening in horror as reality itself melted into a visceral, static display. With grit teeth, Luciano pulled himself back forwards. A groan escaping his lips as he looked back up at the demon, "...Hemorrhoids? Really? Was the demon of canker sores already taken?" Luciano chuckled out raggedly, a spike of pain driving through his head in immediate response. Bending down over the sink as he spat out into the bowl. "Fffffuck... Yeah, fuck off, I know what it is." Luciano groaned out in frustration and pain.
Unfortunately for the snarky Italian, it appeared his hand had a mind of it's own as it shakily drifted over to his other hand. Carving a duo of shallow lines across the back of his hand. Hissing out in pain as the shallow mark began to score his flesh and bleed into the sink.
Frothing at the mouth with a giant smile, Mathusamanan in the mirror could almost reach from behind it to try and help Luciano's hand. The hand itself was guided as if on strings to carve the perfect symbol: A triangle seated atop a plus sign now finding its way place on the back of Luciano's hands. The blood that coursed from this new wound spilled out more than expected and burnt like acid, causing bulbous puss filled boils around it on the back of Luciano's hand. "Through suffering you will become a better vessel. That!"
The 'That' was actually directed at a small wooden icon that the other room mate had near the sink with Mother Mary flanked by Saint Michael and Saint Gabriel, opened up like a tiny pavilion. "Pick that up, meat vessel, and break it, smash it against the ground, stomp on it, it offends me!"
Luciano finally ripped his hand free from the sink as Mathusamanan commanded him. Dropping the bloodied razor in the sink as he cradled his hand with a grunt and glare. Smirking slightly as the man slowly stumbled back. Making his way towards the cross as he cradled his bleeding injury. "Mnh... Oh yeah? It offends you?" Luciano asked with a pained grin. Lifting up his uninjured hand, wrapping his digits around the wooden crucifix and lifting it in the air. Slowly walking back towards the mirror as his hands trembled. Resisting the urge to cast it down. "And so the Lord said to Moses, 'Go down, for your people, who you have brought up from Egypt, have corrupted themselves..." Luciano pressed the cross against the mirror. "As Moses dashed the Golden Calf and destroyed it, I will destroy you from my body. And purify myself so you may not hold me as a vessel, begone, demon! For you will not have my soul this day!"
Anger erupted in the demon's body as it contorted, contorting Luciano's body in the very same way. Muscles felt like they were being ripped from tendons, gums ached as if ready to drop all of his teeth, joints were ready to pop and eyes grew bloodshot. Luciano was probably driving the demon away from taking residence in his body for the time being but in doing so was knocking at death's door, ringing the bell even.
This gamble did pay off however as the Luciano-shaped monstrosity in the mirror screeched loudly and grew dimmer and dimmer by the moment, eventually disappearing entirely. With it went any distortion that existed in the mirror. Even the air felt fresher. Luciano's wound stopped bleeding and Luciano felt a ray of light shining upon him even if none was present. The demon was not allowed to take root, at least not today.
The subsequent exchange between Luciano and the entity in the mirror was a chilling blend of an existential crisis and a forced pact, with the demon compelling Luciano to mark himself with the symbol of sulfur as a tangible sign of their unholy union. Despite the physical pain and psychological torment inflicted upon him, Luciano's resilience shone through in a moment of defiance. Armed with nothing but a wooden crucifix and sheer willpower, he challenged the demonic force, invoking a sense of sacred retribution against the corruption threatening to consume him. The struggle reached a crescendo as Luciano's act of resistance brought forth severe, agonizing retaliation from the demon, but ultimately led to the creature's expulsion from the reflection and Luciano's reality, at least temporarily sparing him from being consumed. This ordeal left Luciano wounded but victorious in his refusal to succumb to the darkness, securing a fleeting moment of peace in the face of malicious otherworldly intent.
(Luciano's odd encounter(SRIris):SRIris)
[Wed Nov 20 2024]
In Rosie's Diner
Filled with nostalgia, this diner is a step into the past - to a time of swing and jive, and one would claim, simpler times. The walls are cream toned, letting the pink and turquoise neon striping along the ceiling give the space more vibrant coloring. Pieces of kitsch and memorabilia are posted here and there, providing character and retro style.
Behind the counter, cooks work the main line, allowing customers to watch as their meals are prepped. A soda fountain and a glass domed freezer is set away from the heat, where the soda jerk creates speciality floats, sundaes, malts and shakes.
Meanwhile, waitresses on roller skates gracefully take orders, their uniforms chock full of bling.
It is afternoon, about 42F(5C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(Your target has been chosen as the new vessel for an ancient and powerful demon. They must endure a series of trials and tribulations to either accept or reject the demon, all the while trying to keep their own sanity intact.)
The diner was a buzz with activity as lunch rush was in full effect. Waitresses atop roller skates delivered angina-provoking means atop platters while the jukebox played some dated song about driving across the desert and gambling. The hiss of soda fountains almost played into this while chatter filled the air
Luciano was enjoying his breakfast platter at noon for some reason when a dainty finger tapped on Luciano's shoulder. "Hey there!" was the chipper, excited voice of a young woman clad in a yellow summer dress. Her blonde hair as voluminous as a bale of hay, matching her oddly yellow eyes. Pearly whites grinned at Luciano as she tried to catch his attention.
Luciano was enjoying his late breakfast, Rosie's breakfast platter sitting in front of him as he took a few bites of his fried egg. Poking at the sausage links on his plate with a fork to try and gather up as much syrup as he could. Lost in his own world for a fair few minutes, scrolling through his phone as he looked through the morning news with a mild interest. Clearly not aware of his own surroundings besides the quiet ambiance of the Diner's busy rush.
As that finger tapped upon his shoulder, Luciano lifted his head up and looked back at the stranger. Leaning back in his booth seat and putting an arm over the backrest. "Hm?" He blinked twice. Focusing on the woman as he canted his head slightly to the side. "Uh, yeah?"
The woman's lips parted for her to ask "You must be Luciano, right?" in a melodic voice. It was surprisingly loud and audible voice despite the noise. As a matter of fact, everything else seemed to matter less and less by each passing moment. Patrons grew more silent, waitresses seemed to slow down, music died down and even timed almost halted. Behind this woman someone was spilling their drink while another was slipping, yet they all appeared frozen. "Why did you kill me?" She asks loudly and gleefully.
From behind the woman a tall, pale man with short brown hair in his late twenties approaches. He was a deadringer for Luciano same hair, same facial features, same plaid flannel shirt. The only difference was the red tint to his irises. His hands took a hold of the woman's neck and snapped it like a slim jim, telling Luciano in a deep voice "Salve, Luca."
"Tell him what he won, Mary!" was the noise now coming from the TV Luciano was facing, apparently watching some second rate TV show. It was his apartment now, a blanket set over him as he apparently fell asleep on the couch. What a weird dream, maybe splashing some water on his face might help.
"Oh god..." Luciano uttered under his breath as the woman stated his name. Reaching a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, his eyes closed for a few seconds as he began to speak. "Yeah that's--" He was cut off by her loud and clear question. Luciano's eyes snapping back open as he stared at her in confusion. Squinting slightly as if he was trying to recognize her, thoughts passing through his mind as he went through the catalog of memories he had in store. Left silent, however, as a stunning image of him stepped out from the crowd.
Luciano's first reaction was to slide his hand down the back of the booth, laying a palm on his thigh as he slid slightly further back into the booth. His eyes going wide as the woman's neck twisted in a grotesque, unnatural way. Leaving him stunned as he opened his mouth to speak.
line With a jolt, Luciano lifted his head up and looked around the apartment he was crashing in. Letting out a small groan as he ran a hand over his face. Feeling around for his dropped glasses as he slipped them back on. "Gh... I need to stop watching horror movies before bed..." Luciano grumbled out. Rising up to his feet as he yawned and stretched. Patting his pockets for his phone and other essentials as he made his way towards the bathroom. Knocking twice politely before going in and standing in front of the sink.
The mirror above the sink held a very similar reflection, it was the same Luciano with the red irises glancing back once more. The reflection moved and spoke on its own, breaking from what one would expect from a normal mirror's reflection. It spoke in a loud voice that echoed in Luciano's mind as if cast by headphones deep within his ears. "Wake up, sleeping beauty, we've got agony and suffering to spread."
This faux Luciano glanced around the bathroom, commenting "You sure have a lot of feminine products for a guy. And really? Named after that evangelist guy? I can feel it within us though, you're not some pure-of-heart saint, are you? Your body will be a great vehicle."
With a slow blink, Luciano stared at his reflection in the mirror. Laying his hands on the sink, supporting himself as his head dropped with a sigh. "You know, last I checked liking men was okay with the pope." He uttered groggily. Luciano's eyes abruptly going wide as he lifted his head up and much more clearly stared at the reflection that was talking with him. His head slowly tilting to the right in a cant as he studied the 'figure' before him in the mirror. "Okay, first of all, I have a roommate." He quipped. Leaving his statement at that as he let silence take the bathroom over once more.
The Luciano in the mirror shook its head a few times upon hearing those words in an almost disappointed manner. "So someone I'll have to deal with. Anyway, let's begin. Pick up that razor." These last words, `pick up that razor, resonated loudly within Luciano's head, attention drawn to the side of the sink where a small plastic casing held a few fresh razors still in their wrapping. The plastic casing was as attractive as ever, feeling absolutely magnetic for Luciano.
"You know the symbol for sulfur?" The Luciano in the mirror asked, his eyes as ardent as phosphorous.
"The atomic one? Pretty sure it's just an 'S'." Luciano dryly replied. Glancing down at the razors as his fingers curled into the porcelain of the sink. His lips twitching back into a frown as he reluctantly picked up the packaging with a groan. Looking over the blade with a grimace as he glanced back up at the mirror-image before him. "You know, it's quite impolite to not introduce yourself." He growled.
The Luciano in the mirror scoffed loudly, setting his hand against his chest to introduce himself. The background in the mirror twisted, turned and melted to reveal nothing but loud, painful to look at red static, static that turned to pulsating flesh. This flesh bled what was the background like a painting drenched in acetone. "I am Mathusamanan Aathro-Xarasim, patron of hemorrhage, but for now you may call me, what was that name of yours? Luca? Yeah. Because once we're done, I'm going to inhabit that body of yours."
With the introduction out of the way, the demon Luciano pointed towards Luciano's left hand, commanding "Take the razor to the back of it and carve the symbol of Sulfur, it's a triangle with a line on one of the cathetus that's intersected by another so it's a plus below a triangle." The fact that he had to explain this drew the ire of the demon that gave Luciano one hell of a stomach cramp.
Flinching back, Luciano found himself bound to the front by the one hand still gripping the sink. Unable to truly break himself from his 'shackled' place in front of the mirror. His eyes widening in horror as reality itself melted into a visceral, static display. With grit teeth, Luciano pulled himself back forwards. A groan escaping his lips as he looked back up at the demon, "...Hemorrhoids? Really? Was the demon of canker sores already taken?" Luciano chuckled out raggedly, a spike of pain driving through his head in immediate response. Bending down over the sink as he spat out into the bowl. "Fffffuck... Yeah, fuck off, I know what it is." Luciano groaned out in frustration and pain.
Unfortunately for the snarky Italian, it appeared his hand had a mind of it's own as it shakily drifted over to his other hand. Carving a duo of shallow lines across the back of his hand. Hissing out in pain as the shallow mark began to score his flesh and bleed into the sink.
Frothing at the mouth with a giant smile, Mathusamanan in the mirror could almost reach from behind it to try and help Luciano's hand. The hand itself was guided as if on strings to carve the perfect symbol: A triangle seated atop a plus sign now finding its way place on the back of Luciano's hands. The blood that coursed from this new wound spilled out more than expected and burnt like acid, causing bulbous puss filled boils around it on the back of Luciano's hand. "Through suffering you will become a better vessel. That!"
The 'That' was actually directed at a small wooden icon that the other room mate had near the sink with Mother Mary flanked by Saint Michael and Saint Gabriel, opened up like a tiny pavilion. "Pick that up, meat vessel, and break it, smash it against the ground, stomp on it, it offends me!"
Luciano finally ripped his hand free from the sink as Mathusamanan commanded him. Dropping the bloodied razor in the sink as he cradled his hand with a grunt and glare. Smirking slightly as the man slowly stumbled back. Making his way towards the cross as he cradled his bleeding injury. "Mnh... Oh yeah? It offends you?" Luciano asked with a pained grin. Lifting up his uninjured hand, wrapping his digits around the wooden crucifix and lifting it in the air. Slowly walking back towards the mirror as his hands trembled. Resisting the urge to cast it down. "And so the Lord said to Moses, 'Go down, for your people, who you have brought up from Egypt, have corrupted themselves..." Luciano pressed the cross against the mirror. "As Moses dashed the Golden Calf and destroyed it, I will destroy you from my body. And purify myself so you may not hold me as a vessel, begone, demon! For you will not have my soul this day!"
Anger erupted in the demon's body as it contorted, contorting Luciano's body in the very same way. Muscles felt like they were being ripped from tendons, gums ached as if ready to drop all of his teeth, joints were ready to pop and eyes grew bloodshot. Luciano was probably driving the demon away from taking residence in his body for the time being but in doing so was knocking at death's door, ringing the bell even.
This gamble did pay off however as the Luciano-shaped monstrosity in the mirror screeched loudly and grew dimmer and dimmer by the moment, eventually disappearing entirely. With it went any distortion that existed in the mirror. Even the air felt fresher. Luciano's wound stopped bleeding and Luciano felt a ray of light shining upon him even if none was present. The demon was not allowed to take root, at least not today.