Video / un; Abigail Williams / (Older Abby) / CW: madness, fear, partial nudity

[iaiafhtagn]

[A young woman pops up onto the screen. She's partially naked, apart from a large hat that sat on her head, the tattered remains of ribbons and bones that hung from her frame, and shadows that seemed to cling to her. She looks like a young woman at least but... she's as deathly pale and off color as the bodies around her. Or former bodies. They are bodies, right? Each one is contorted and changed. Changed into what though is... indescribably.

Her limbs are black entirely. Her hands are clawed. Her and legs are much the same.

Twisted.

Sharp.

Blackened.

Just as is the feeling of wrongness about the girl that a person might feel. Something that goes beyond her general appearance. Something beyond, something warped. You can see her appearance just fine.

Right?

Maybe?

The glowing, red eyes(?) in the keyhole in the center of her forehead glowed, penetrated. Seemed to be looking right at the user on the other side of the video.

Abby's own eyes seemed to do that.

Staring. Looking inside of you.

Through you.

Invasive. Worming it's way inside your mind.

It's just that feeling of fear. It is fear, right? Paranoia, a headache that seems to grow. Excitement in the deepest part of a person's more primordial, fight-or-flight feelings.]


I wonder what sort of powers have caused for the reanimation of these corpses.


[She smiles. Twisted, horrible, full of teeth. Teeth- teeth- teeth- she's smiling. It's okay for you to vomit. It's okay to freeze. It's okay to wet yourself. It's okay to scream. She's smiling.

It's okay to smile and it's okay to cry as you smile.

It's okay.

Theres something almost seductive in it all. Like the colors of a poisonous butterfly.]

"That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die."

Does anyone happen to know? I'm awful curious. And if not, well I'm a little stuck right now, help a lady out?

[It's okay for your being, your whole body and brain to not want to. It's okay to feel afraid.

For pressure to build, feel your ears pop as she gives a sheepish(?) giggle. To feel your nose burst and bleed.]

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[possessum]

( This is not something that a person should approach.

But the thing that approaches is not a person.

Though on the surface, he does appear to be — a young man in his early twenties, just barely over the cusp of teenagehood.

...He appears that way, but this is something Else, underneath. Something impossibly ancient, something whose true form could never be perceived by human eyes or ears or feeling. He wears this form as skin, as a container. What sparkles underneath is a white-hot iridescence, so many lights and colours and sounds and languages, a cacophonous golden orchestra pulsing. Louder and louder and louder. The more it watches this Thing on the feed, the louder its spirit buzzes and thrums and pops and sparks.

(What is this? What is she? What is her power? His curiosity roars.) Her energy digs in like an insect burrowing into a corpse to eat the soft things deep inside, and makes the nerves under his human vessel's skin prickle, but the demon king who is especially sensitive to energy is not afraid, although he is cautious. He reveals himself to her quietly, staring calmly into the screen. His vessel's warm brown eyes are now swollen black, pupils blown huge and alien, as the demon takes control. He can not let his human vessel's spirit be exposed to this energy. He thinks she might destroy Peter. )

There are many things in this place that can make the dead move again.

( He is one of them. But as he takes in those corpses, the state of them.... this is different. The demon's head tilts too far to one side, like a bird. He stares at the red glowing from the young woman's forehead. )

Though these dead appear to be........ altered.

[iaiafhtagn]

[Her expression doesn't change. Nor do her eyes, she seemed to be more or less playful. Like she's toying with the world around her.

With the reality of the dreamscape she's in. And those within it.

The eyes fixated in that dark, endless abyss on her forehead do lock onto the responder. Staring from some, unfathomable distance away. Across time and the abyss of space.

Whatever it is, it wasn't something present or knowable. It wasn't here, but it was still watching and held power.

Or, Abigail holds the power; the key and the doorway.

And the pressure was still there. Still working it's way, picking its formless self through the demon's vessel.]

There are. Here, many things are possible after all. But I would like to know, what specifically, is causing these ones to rise.

[The words were ringing, soft, filled with mad mirth thar beckoned others to giggle along with them.]

And yes, they have been. Altered.

[possessum]

( He can feel it, needling in and in. He can do things like this too, to a human — burrow in and corrupt and destroy from the inside out. Manipulate. But her energy is still... different, its own thing, its own entity. (Is she something like him? Or is she a Magician, a Witch? Is she something Else entirely?)

As intensely curious as he is of her, Paimon knows he can't stay too long. Not without risking damage to Peter's psyche, even if it's asleep and hidden for the moment, carefully tucked away. She could still affect him. She already might have. She's there inside. A giggling thing, laughing from far away and yet impossibly close.

He doesn't know how much she might reveal to him, but the demon king will ask. Gaze held steady — not challenging, only inquisitive. And careful, as though holding his ground. )

Did you alter them?

[iaiafhtagn]

I had, they were in my way. And the idea of letting them potentially roam free didn't sit well with me.

[It was simple too. Even more so given that they were simply reanimated shells, as near as she could tell. No need to break them any further when there was little to be broken in the first place.

Abigail didn't seem to mind sharing information. To an extent, at least. There was no need for her to reveal too much. Just enough to entice and draw in. While leaving enough to make one wonder.]

You seem curious.

[possessum]

It is interesting work.

( The demon says, sincerely. Strange and surreal and he can't be certain what he's looking at — but it is interesting. A form can be manipulated in so many ways, can't it? Malleable, like clay. )

I am. ( This is also said sincerely, eyes calm but alive, fixed right on the being in the Omni device. ) I do not believe I have felt something such as yourself. And I have felt many things.

[iaiafhtagn]

[It wasn't just a form that could be twisted, not in her eyes. The foreign god's eyes. Even if she was still somewhat limited in what was possible in this, little corner she was currently existing in.

It was still fun.]

Such as myself? Hm, I'm surprised, there's plenty here that are like me. Or maybe, not precisely like me. But close.

[Close enough at least. Abigail wondered what it would be like to toy with the elder things that rule over this place. If given the chance, of course.]

Hm... and what do you feel?

[possessum]

Things like you, but different. ( He agrees, with the slightest tip forward of his head. There are universes within his own eyes, somewhere deep down. )

I feel... pain. I believe it is pain. And fear. Not mine, but the body of my vessel.

( He doesn't sound upset, even if it is a concern. Still, it's fine for now. But the curiosity persists, and he wonders why she does what she does. )

Is it intentional? For you to inflict pain? Fear?