W2: Belial

[snowmods]

LATE AT NIGHT...

You wake with a start in the dead of the night.

Wherever you were sleeping and whatever you were wrapped up in, you are chilled to the bone. It's colder, somehow, than when you were outside in the snow. Deathly cold. As you start to take in your surroundings, you catch sight of a pair of glowing red eyes.

A figure seems to materialize around them, holding a plate of cookies and a glass of milk. It offers them both to you, then speaks in a gravelly voice.

ỵ̶͙̬̮͒̊̆̋̂͜ͅO̴̬͔̭̪͇̝͆̂̐̉̈u̵̘̩̝̻̮̻̘̯̟͌̌̅̆ ̸̭̤̥͕̳̻͂́̀͗̽́̈́̚͜ͅͅm̷͓̖̘̾͗̂̍̔̀̽͛U̴͚̝̠̘̎̓̔͘s̸̢̞͕̣̫̫̮̈́͊̉T̵̬̠̜͖͍̾͜͜ ̴̨̫̹͇͇͙̰̟̿̀K̵͖̪̯̥̬̣͇̬̊̍̄̃̒́͆i̴̭͗̄̈́L̷̝̮͎̹͙̽̃̿̒l̴͇̻̼̫̣̙͖̳̉̃̿̍̑

The figure stares directly at you, never once looking away, and holds up three clawed fingers. It seems to wait expectantly.

OOC NOTES

Congratulations, you've been selected as a killer!

You can use this post to ask questions of Krampus before formulating your murder plot. You are limited to three questions, so ask them wisely! Krampus will disappear directly after answering the third one, although if your character didn't realize that's what's happening, you're of course welcome to have them waste it.

In the event that your character would refuse to drink the cookies and milk, or would refuse to kill, please let us know in your mod DM. :)

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[raws]

[ Of all the mortal trappings, Belial thinks he hates eating the most. There's something just so grotesque about it. But still, the hunger is making him weak in the knees and he knows that he'll end up with his mouth full one way of the other.

His eyes on that delicious call, he steps closer to the Krampus until he's right in front of the plate of cookies.

And he drops to his knees, mouth dropping open. ]

But I'm ever so weak... You'll have to feed me.

[snowmods]

[Krampus stares at Belial where he's on his knees and nudges the edge of the plate against his lips. He can't feed you, his hands are full with cookies, milk, and counting down how many questions Belial has left.]

Ȳ̸̡̛̛̤͇͕͉̤̰̟̘̤̹͙̪̹͑͌͒͌͂o̷̡̯̘̩̹̬̜̪̮͈̗̙̜͔̽ṷ̸̡̤̹̬̫̱͔̻͍̱̜̥̠̆̈́̈́͌̾ͅ ̷̖̳̮̬̜̮͈̘̘̠͓̬͉̈̍̽̔͛̿̿̍̈́̕͜͜m̵̨̧̰͈͉̞͖̖͇̘̝̱̙̞͐̔̓̎́́̃͑̍̈́̀ͅṷ̶̧̡̯̪͈̪̮̗́̈́s̷̡̰̹͔͚̤̬͎̔ṱ̷̛͔̱̺̘̑̄͑̄̐̍̄̉̚͜ ̵̧̤̹̪̱͓͚̞̤̜̘͍͓̫̔̑͌̔̎̽̂̑͗̃͘͘̚ȩ̶̹̦̲̥͈̥̱͕̳̘̙͊͐̃́̉̆̍̔̆̒͐̓̚ą̶͕̜̜͇͎͙̤̹̲̪͇̦̗̈́̾̀͒̉̃͠ͅẗ̴̫̲̙́̓̿́.̵̛̬̟̻̾̊̈̐̾̎͆͝

[In fact, the biting cold has given way to something else - almost warmth, a feeling of being very far away from his body. The hunger still gnaws, but that too is going numb. The edge of his vision is going blurry, and it's become very hard to concentrate on anything at all. This is his body beginning to shut down.]

[raws]

[ Can't he just impale one cookie on a claw and lift it to his mouth... Oh well, looks like he's about to die if he doesn't eat.

He shifts his head toward the plate, picking up a cookie with his mouth and chomping down on it. He wonders what magic spell this will cast over his soul. ]

Okay.

[ He sighs, pushing himself up and leaning in closer to press his body against Krampus'. ]

[snowmods]

[As he nibbles on the cookie, the intense hunger and cold starts to ease away - it doesn't vanish entirely, but it seems as though it's been tempered, just a little. The glass of milk sits there, waiting for him to drink it.

Krampus stands there as Belial presses himself to him, barely seeming to notice the contact. He still has two fingers up.]

[raws]

[ Leaning against Krampus, he's quite cozy as he picks up the glass of milk, sipping from it as he considers his next question. ]

So, what is the purpose of all this pageantry?

[snowmods]

[Once he's both eaten the cookie and drank the milk, he'll feel better, as if he's managed to come in from the cold and warm himself by the fire. He feels stronger than he's felt since he arrived, too.

As for Krampus, he allows Belial to linger there in his space. Also now that I'm not out phonetagging in public I can say that Belial will feel firm, sleek muscle while he's pressed up against him. Krampus works out.]

S̸̙̙̼̉̽́̓e̶̪͓̜̹̣̱͔͗͛̚ͅň̷̯̗͗̏́̿̂͛͘͝d̶̯̫͚̖͚̩͍̙͓͍̭̄͆̑̇̏̋̾͑̈̉̉͝ ̴̡̡̻͕̬̗̱͓̺̖͙̦͈̥͌y̴̨̫̭̳͉̮̯̤̙̟̫͆̇̅o̶̧̧̪̠̪̞̩͖͓͔͚̩̥̹͆̃u̶̡̙͍̳͕̱̠͚̼̟͍̲͉̅͊̇̍͜͝ͅ ̵̝̓̄͒̇͂̐̇̉̾̿͠͝͝h̸̨̦̞̼̤̆̉̾́̄͝ö̶̧̨̥̝͇̩̠̺̹̱̻̳̤́̿̈́̈́̄̈́͋͂̿̃̔͌͐͘͘ͅḿ̶͈͆͊̄̑͌̄͋̋̈́̿̓̎̋͝ȇ̷̢̻̜͖̮͎̱̪͈͔̤̘͌̎̄̂͌͂́̅͠.̵̠̘̮̩͇̀̓̾̌̀̃̑̀̊͗̉͝

[He puts down a second finger. One finger remains.]

[raws]

[ That's interesting. But... going home without Lucilius? Is there even a point? ]

I see. You're such a generous soul. I should show my gratitude.

[ Being able to feel Krampus' body now, he presses his hands against his torso before trailing them up to his face(?), leaning up to press his mouth to Krampus'... snout? Mouth? ]

Now then, what's say you and I get to know each other a little better?

[snowmods]

[Whistles and updates the kiss counter.

Anyway, Krampus doesn't immediately seem to respond to the kiss. It's a good five seconds or so before he brings a hand up to very gently pat Belial's head.

His lips move against Belial's when he speaks.]

G̵͖͌e̸̍͒t̶͋͑ ̶̒͘o̵̎̈ǔ̸̀ṫ̵̕ ̸̄̈́o̵͒̃f̶̛̛ ̷̇̎m̵͗̊y̶͑̾ ̵́͐h̶̐̉ờ̵ȕ̶͌s̴̐̌e̵͒̑.̸͆̚

[He vanishes without the sound of bell-like laughter.]

[raws]

[ What a cheeky response, Belial has to laugh. ]

Such a tease... ❤️