tampered | Joseph goes outside

When: Noonish.
Where: Outside the Den of Fire
Who: Joseph Schreiber and anyone else

The soft sound of footsteps against pavement marked Joseph's pacing, as the skinny man with the shaved head walked back and forth casually, soaking up the sunlight that was obviously lacking in his life, based on his white skin. A cigarette dangled from his mouth as he gently nursed the nicotine out of what was left of it. Looking up, he gazed apathetically at the sky, and sighed, looking back into the Den of Fire.

It'd be nice to go back inside, but he needed to get some air. He had been locked up in there by his own volition for far too long, it was time to venture out and breath, at least have a vacation to his near monastic self imprisonment, his only company being his red typewriter. But carpal tunnels, cramps, and a near critically low amount of air in his room had forced him out, so he intended to get a few breaths of fresh oxygen before he started up again, working on more writing about this experience.

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A serial killer? Now Lilly was curious. "A serial killer. Was he an important one? What was his name?"

She then heard him ask about Lobsel, but the question sounded oddly centric. "I was kidnapped by the Red God. Her and some man, Stanley saved me. She's letting me stay here. She thinks it'll be safe for me." she paused.

"Why? What's your relation to her?"

"Well, his name was Walter Sullivan. I was actually doing research on him and the cult that was responsible for brainwashing him as a child when he turned on me. I was his 15th victim," Joseph said, then rubbed a hand over his somewhat recently shaved scalp.

"The red God? What... What happened? And... Lobel, well... My relationship to her is antagonistic on a lot of levels, the same way one might feel towards an older sister or a cousin. She loves me, and I... I love her, but like this place, she can be grating, in a very maternal way. Journalists like to be independent, not babied, only editors are allowed to do that. And really, you've lived with her for how long, haven't you at least... hasn't she... err..." Joseph trailed off awkwardly.

Walter Sullivan. Lilly would have to remember to keep that name in mind. "Wait you were his fifteenth victim? What was his pattern? How many people did he kill?"

Then she stopped, and sighed. "The Red God. He sent his thing after me. I was kidnapped and judged, just because I miscarried a child." she was obviously becoming upset. She allowed herself to collect. She did notice Joseph trailing off about something.

"Has Lobsel tried to do what?" she asked.

"I was number 15 out of 21. It was an occult ritual, if you're interested in the specifics, I'll fish out my notes for you, I compiled quite a bit of information on the cult and their teachings. Apparently the youth believed by killing people and attributing themes, he could ressurect his mother. It was... He was crazy, but he had some power from the cult. I'm glad to be away from that, but turns out the same gods live here. Fucking wonderful... Thankfully, not all of them are psychotic death gods. Lobsel Vith... Well, she's... To put it bluntly and about as well as I can say it, the god of fuck. She can be quite seductive when she wishes, and, as you may know, she can also be a he when he wishes. I'm surprised she hasn't tried to come onto you, trying to heal you in all manners, ranging from mental to sexual... It's not a bad thing, she just... She has a large appetite, a bit of a fire in her belly."

Lilly had heard of occult rituals, but never had she heard of a serial killer killing people so he could resurrect his mother. The thought of that was just absurd beyond belief. "Yeah, I'd like the notes when you're done. Thankyou." she answered.

She then listened to him speak about Lobsel Vith. "The God of Fuck? I assume you mean she's some sort of sex God. Actually I'd heard she was a fertility God, but nothing about her being seductive." she sighed, "but then again the interaction that goes on between her and that one guy, Stan, I think. It's kind of amusing."

"But, no, she hasn't tried anything with me. She healed my mind, but she's never tried to seduce me. Of course why would a God want to do it with a mortal? There's something off about that."

"Well, when she first came here, she seemed to spread a lot of sexual healing, both to those who needed it, and... She also had fun. It was... Loud. And why should it be off? The greek gods did it all the time, and hell... Look at the Christian virgin birth story? Why shouldn't a God get off with a mortal?" Joseph said, sucking the life out of his cigarette as he grinned toothily, "I'm sure you've seen stranger things."

Truth be told Lilly wasn't much for religion and cults. Being in this place however she realized that they were real and she would have to believe in their existence.

"I see." she answered. "Is there a type of person she chooses to have sex with?"

"I work alot with the monster that is humans. There was this one man. A serial killer. He was raped at the age of 12. The sad part is that his mother sold him out. She was about to be raped, but then she told the attacker to do it to her son instead. Ever since then the guy became severely fucked up."

Joseph's eyes turned cold.

"The orphanage that produced Walter... It was a cultist's brainwashing camp. They killed kids, and did god knows what else to them- I wrote the expose on the damned place, but I never got all the answers. It was hell, and it produced something straight out of the netherworld. He found a way to stay alive, despite having committed suicide, and kept on killing people by luring them into nightmare worlds. That was my reality."

"As for Lobsel Vith... She goes after the wounded, and heals them, mentally, physically, and everything in between. And then she also likes to have fun, and if there were a type of person she prefers, you'd be hard pressed to find it."

"That's umm interesting." Lilly said to herself. Actually she didn't know how she was supposed to believe all this. "I guess being in the care of a sex deity is better than a death God. Though tell me. Has she ever raped anybody?"

The future answer would change how Lilly saw the Yellow God.

"Well, she saved me on more than one occasion. My mind was a wreck after crawling back through the wilderness with my gangrenous foot, but she nursed me back to health and sanity. And honestly, she never took advantage of me once during that time, nor does she seem like the type to do that- she seems more the submissive type, enough for me to feel safe living with her, more so than with those maniacs who worship that red god thing," Joseph said, then stomped out his cigarette.

"Anyway, I haven't eaten for a while, I need to get some food in me. We'll talk more later, stop by my room, I'll show you my notes on the cult." Joseph said, smiling softly as he headed back inside.

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