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Sep 03, 2013 04:19PM
Here it is! So charries?
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Yeah, Who would like to make them first? :P
((I can. Mine's been made a long time ago, haha.))
Name: His name is Shetan, and he is known as Shetan, but his full name is Shetan Seth Callaway.
Nicknames: The Undertaker, Big Evil, Great One, The Devil, The Demon from Death Valley, The Dead One, The Beast, The Demonic Powerhouse, and possibly a few more. But his servants and followers call him "Your Majesty," "King," "My Lord," and "Master."
Age: Immortal.
Gender: Male.
Birthday: December 13.
Species: Shetan is a demon.
History: His history would be a lot to go through, but it is also unknown, at least for now.
Personality: Shetan has his good side and his bad side. On his bad side, he is evil, nasty, eerie, dark, animalistic, twisted, sick, and can get angry easily. He is generally a fair master, but when he's in a terrible mood, or if he hates a certain slave, or if a slave angers him or disobeys him, he will turn nasty and treat that slave roughly and cruelly. Other than that, he treats his slaves well, providing them with enough food and water. On his good side, he is absolutely wonderful, quite unlike his evil side. He is kind, gentle, loving, affectionate, comforting, protective, loyal, and can get downright sweet. He also has a wonderfully great sense of humor.
Powers: Shetan has many powers, which shall be roleplayed.
Weaknesses: One may think Shetan is all-powerful, but he is not. It’s true that he is very powerful, but he does have weaknesses. Here are a few of them.
*His rare, sensitive side.
*His paranoia of large sinkholes and crosses and all his other fears.
*His ability of his feelings getting hurt if one of those moments happen.
*The ability to die.
Fears: Yes, Shetan does have fears. Here are a few of them.
*Large, scary-looking sinkholes that seem to be a dark, bottomless abyss.
*Crosses. They do not harm him. He’s just scared to death of them.
*Holy water. It burns him, and if consumed, it will kill him unless he gets help fast.
*Any special, magical weapon that is able to kill him.
Appearance: Shetan is not made out of flesh and blood. He is made out of fire, black lava, to be precise. He has long, wavy, black hair, which drops down to his waist, and clawed hands, and all of his teeth are sharp and pointy. He has huge, black dragon wings and devilish, black horns that he can reveal or conceal at will. His eyes are fiery red, one of the most horribly frightening things about him. He has an incredibly huge body, a 600-pound mass of muscle and body fat. He is seven feet and four inches tall, a giant of a monster. His shoulders are broad, his arms huge and muscular, his chest wide and broad, and his stomach large and round, showing how incredibly strong he is. Due to his animalistic behavior, he is uncivilized and goes around with no shirt on. He is so strong that he can literally break metal. His appearance and strength is awesome and frightening. Coupled with his evil thoughts and actions, Shetan is truly your worst nightmare.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia...
http://i.ytimg.com/vi/9wyCibMVuhQ/hqd...
Shetan’s face looks like this, only his skin is as black as the night, and he doesn't have those lines on his forehead.
Other: Shetan has no pulse, but very strangely, he has a heartbeat. He also lives in a haunted mansion, an eerie, misty graveyard surrounding it.
http://www.fullhalloween.com/blog/wp-...
http://www.freefunandgames.org/wallpa...
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia...
Name: His name is Shetan, and he is known as Shetan, but his full name is Shetan Seth Callaway.
Nicknames: The Undertaker, Big Evil, Great One, The Devil, The Demon from Death Valley, The Dead One, The Beast, The Demonic Powerhouse, and possibly a few more. But his servants and followers call him "Your Majesty," "King," "My Lord," and "Master."
Age: Immortal.
Gender: Male.
Birthday: December 13.
Species: Shetan is a demon.
History: His history would be a lot to go through, but it is also unknown, at least for now.
Personality: Shetan has his good side and his bad side. On his bad side, he is evil, nasty, eerie, dark, animalistic, twisted, sick, and can get angry easily. He is generally a fair master, but when he's in a terrible mood, or if he hates a certain slave, or if a slave angers him or disobeys him, he will turn nasty and treat that slave roughly and cruelly. Other than that, he treats his slaves well, providing them with enough food and water. On his good side, he is absolutely wonderful, quite unlike his evil side. He is kind, gentle, loving, affectionate, comforting, protective, loyal, and can get downright sweet. He also has a wonderfully great sense of humor.
Powers: Shetan has many powers, which shall be roleplayed.
Weaknesses: One may think Shetan is all-powerful, but he is not. It’s true that he is very powerful, but he does have weaknesses. Here are a few of them.
*His rare, sensitive side.
*His paranoia of large sinkholes and crosses and all his other fears.
*His ability of his feelings getting hurt if one of those moments happen.
*The ability to die.
Fears: Yes, Shetan does have fears. Here are a few of them.
*Large, scary-looking sinkholes that seem to be a dark, bottomless abyss.
*Crosses. They do not harm him. He’s just scared to death of them.
*Holy water. It burns him, and if consumed, it will kill him unless he gets help fast.
*Any special, magical weapon that is able to kill him.
Appearance: Shetan is not made out of flesh and blood. He is made out of fire, black lava, to be precise. He has long, wavy, black hair, which drops down to his waist, and clawed hands, and all of his teeth are sharp and pointy. He has huge, black dragon wings and devilish, black horns that he can reveal or conceal at will. His eyes are fiery red, one of the most horribly frightening things about him. He has an incredibly huge body, a 600-pound mass of muscle and body fat. He is seven feet and four inches tall, a giant of a monster. His shoulders are broad, his arms huge and muscular, his chest wide and broad, and his stomach large and round, showing how incredibly strong he is. Due to his animalistic behavior, he is uncivilized and goes around with no shirt on. He is so strong that he can literally break metal. His appearance and strength is awesome and frightening. Coupled with his evil thoughts and actions, Shetan is truly your worst nightmare.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia...
http://i.ytimg.com/vi/9wyCibMVuhQ/hqd...
Shetan’s face looks like this, only his skin is as black as the night, and he doesn't have those lines on his forehead.
Other: Shetan has no pulse, but very strangely, he has a heartbeat. He also lives in a haunted mansion, an eerie, misty graveyard surrounding it.
http://www.fullhalloween.com/blog/wp-...
http://www.freefunandgames.org/wallpa...
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia...
[Name] Hannah Crafta {Nickname} Hannah never goes by her name, she hates it. Its so original so she goes by Irene Adler, one of her favorite characters in a Sherlock Holms novel. Grated she wasn't an investigator, like she wants to be, she was very resourceful and intelligent- and it didn't hurt that she was the love interest of Holms in the book. [Birthday/Place] Hannah was born in a small town just outside of Kansas City, Kansas. She was raised on a wheat farm, and was born in her parents room, on a cold winter night in December, on the 14th.
[Age] 22 going on 23, in a few months.
[Appearance]
As you can see, Hannah was blessed by her mother with her thick blonde hair. Her father gave her the light blue eyes, and from the neck down is her grandmother- and not in the literal form. When her grandmother was younger she was a pin up girl, and it must have skipped a generation because her mother looks nothing like her mother or daughter from the neck down.
[History/Personality] Hannah was always the bookworm, hidden behind a book since the day she could read. Her father never complained, he rather it be books than boys, but her mother always urged her to go out and have fun. Hannah's form of fun was figuring out where the neighbors cat had gone and who was pulling up Mrs. McLanes petunias.
Ever since she her father read her, her first Sherlock Holms book she was hooked. Mysteries were her life from that point on. She knew what she was going to school for before she reached first grade. In highschool, she was head journalist for the newspaper and yearbook. Upon graduating she left her small town and headed off to the big city. Where she would start her schooling and career.
Hannah was always a hard worker, she worked her way through college, building her weaknesses and tuning her strengths, and getting her nose into a lost of trouble. She graduated top of her class and got a job with the head newspaper in New York. She made friends with all the right people and so grew attached to one specific officer in particular.
She never really hung around people her own age, not even in college she would migrate more towards her professors. She never really knew how to interact with young people, they never held the passion for something like she did. Closed off and shy is how some people would describe her, others would say she was passionate and spontaneous, and would follow a lead anywhere. There are two sides to her. The Hannah Crafta side and the Irene Adler side.
hmm.. could you if it's not a problem? I'm not sure how detailed your wanting to be or where to start of.
((Sure.))
It was in the late afternoon that Shetan got the message from one of his demons that he had a new slave. A growl rumbled deeply in his big chest as a delighted, wicked grin came over Shetan's face. He was pleased to have more people working for him. The more slaves he had, the faster and better the work would get done. It was nearly sunset, and all his slaves were finished with their work for the day, and they were up in their rooms, doing their own thing.
Shetan walked outside and up to the huge, iron gates that led to his mansion to see a few of his demons dragging a girl roughly to him and throwing her down at his feet. His demons had bought her at a slave market after some masked men had kidnapped her and sold her for money.
Shetan crossed his huge, muscular arms over his wide, strong chest as he stared down at the girl. "So you're the new slave," he mused.
It was in the late afternoon that Shetan got the message from one of his demons that he had a new slave. A growl rumbled deeply in his big chest as a delighted, wicked grin came over Shetan's face. He was pleased to have more people working for him. The more slaves he had, the faster and better the work would get done. It was nearly sunset, and all his slaves were finished with their work for the day, and they were up in their rooms, doing their own thing.
Shetan walked outside and up to the huge, iron gates that led to his mansion to see a few of his demons dragging a girl roughly to him and throwing her down at his feet. His demons had bought her at a slave market after some masked men had kidnapped her and sold her for money.
Shetan crossed his huge, muscular arms over his wide, strong chest as he stared down at the girl. "So you're the new slave," he mused.
(that the demons just drug in for Shetan?)
(Alright I'll post right after I eat brb)
After being abducted late Saturday night and being locked up in a chamber all night long until this morning, the say after her abduction. What was this lovely girls name..? Hannah. Yes but she would rather you call her Irene and I suggest you do. Irene eyes flickered open whenever she heard the sound of her cell door open up and she winced at the light flooding in and gasped from the strength of them men yanking her up on her feet. She fought and wriggled, only to come to no avail.Irene struggled, kicked, fought, and screamed all the way until hey got into the chambers of where she was destined to go. She looked up to see what she thought was a deformed man but realized he was some sort of monster or demon with those teeth whenever he talked. Irene fought, tugged, trying to get away. Nothing. "Go to hell!" she spat at the man. She has already been told many times that she was going to be a slave here now since she was captured, and no escape. That she needed to listen and behave or she'd die. Well Irene is a very stubborn and hot headed girl. She wasn't owned.
Anger immediately exploded inside Shetan, for he slapped her across the face hard. "I don't need to go to the Underworld. I am from it," he growled. "And one of the rules here is to never talk back to the master, or you will be punished."
Then he turned to the demons and narrowed his eyes at them. "Be more gentle next time you bring me a slave, unless I say you can be rough," he commanded gruffly. The demons nodded and scurried away, leaving Irene on the ground in front of Shetan.
Then he turned to the demons and narrowed his eyes at them. "Be more gentle next time you bring me a slave, unless I say you can be rough," he commanded gruffly. The demons nodded and scurried away, leaving Irene on the ground in front of Shetan.
Irene sucked in a breath whenever she saw his large hand with sharp claw like nails coming towards her face. And with a loud smack and a large red print on her face she fell to the ground with a yelp of pain and tears beading in her eyes. She was already breathing heavily and her hair was tussled from the beating and how roughly she has been handled since she got here. Looking up at him, she had anger in her eyes, death burning in them for touching her and hurting her like that. Her blood boiled and she wanted to get up off of her knees and fight him but even if he says he was from the underworld, there was no way she would be able to fight him. "I don't have to listen to your stupid rules. You are not my master. I am not owned. I am not an object that can be owner. If you want someone to listen you, then you need to earn it." she growled back.
"My demons bought you for me. You ARE mine!" Shetan snapped angrily. "I will do what I want with you, for I am your master, whether you like it or not!" He then grabbed her by the arm roughly with a tight grip and took her up to the castle. "I was hoping that I would get to treat you kindly, but seeing as you are nothing but a disrespectful piece of filth, you will get no kindness from me." He took her inside.
Flinching slightly, Irene felt like she had shrunken down into the floor by how powerful and booming his voice was and how he acted all high and mighty. Obviously some sort of royalty of his race. Royalty or not, this guy wasn't going to be her master. No one was. Irene was a free person even if she was locked up in a cell all day. She wasn't going to do what they told her to do because they have done nothing but hurt her and abuse her since she got here. Irene wriggled and slapped at his hand on her arm as his grip was hurting her soft skin "Let go of me you demon!! You will never be my master." she growled on the way up there. "You don't deserve my respect or kindness. To get it you must earn it." Irene said through narrowed eyes. "If anything your the filth here."
"You stupid, little idiot!" Shetan rasped. "I don't need to earn anything from you. If you want to be treated kindly, you have to earn it. Be respectful, and you will be pleasantly surprised at how differently I treat you. Not all masters are going to be nice to their slaves if their slaves are disrespectful, mortal human." He threw her in the dungeon. "This will be your punishment for sassing."
"I'm not a stupid idiot! And name calling wont get you anywhere! I'm the one who is being locked up and abused, if anything you should earn my respect. Because I sure as hell don't want yours.!" Irene said through gritted teeth. She slid across the floor whenever he threw her in, scrapping up her knees a little bit until she got up and glared at him. "Locking me in here wont to a single thing. I'll only get worse until the point I wont talk, move or do a single thing you want. Matter fact, I'll never do anything you say or ask me to do. And this isn't anymore of a punishment than whenever I had to sit in that cell all night long."
"Then you will be tortured and abused for the rest of your stinking life!" Shetan said, glaring at her angrily. "You WILL do what I tell you to do, or you will be whipped until you do." Then he thought of something and came into the dungeon, pulling out his whip. "What am I saying? You should be whipped now for your sassy mouth!" He began to whip her viciously and cruelly without stopping. "You just love getting yourself into trouble, don't you?" he growled.
Irene tensed whenever he mention the word whipped. This is just like in those sick horror movie or books or like old times during black slavery.. This was worse though. She was surrounded by a bunch of evil demons who happily would hurt her. Irene eyes widened whenever he pulled out his whip and she scrambled back against the wall only to have herself trapped. Irene opened her mouth and the only word that came out other than screams and pleas was "NO!" Irene scrapped against the wall, trying to get away as the whip sent deep cuts into her back, sides, stomach, and legs. She was crying a pool and screaming bloody murder.
Shetan stopped after a bit and looked at her. "Will you do as you're told, or do I have to whip you again?" he said, glaring at her. He already hated this slave with a burning passion, hating her more than any of his other slaves. Pretty much all of his other slaves were respectful, but this new one was horrible. He started hating her when she spoke her first disrespectful words.
Irene's body was shaking rapidly but not as bad as she was bleeding. She couldn't remember another day that she was in so much pain or bleeding this much right now, the only other time she had gotten hurt was whenever she broke her arm int he 7th grade at volleyball. Irena was gasping for a breath, her back shuttering from being cold, crying, and needing air. All she could do to respond to this evil mans question was quickly shake her head 'no' No she wasn't going to do as told, no she didn't want to get whipped.
"If you don't do as you're told, you will get whipped. You can't have everything you want in life if you're going to do something stupid and ruin it for yourself. Make your choice: obey a demon or get whipped badly." Shetan put the whip back in his pocket and left her all alone in the dungeon, but not before grabbing some medicine for her for her wounds and setting it down by her. Then he retired upstairs to his room.
Irene didn't respond to him, just whenever he turned his back on her and began to walk away she collapsed down onto her side, looking at the wall and she shivered and twitched in pain. She heard him coming back and her hole body tensed even though it hurt to do so, she was scared of him already she just wasn't going to. Ignoring the medicine that he had brought down to her to heal up her large wounds she just laid there, crying and bleeding a large pool. Not helping herself.
Shetan lay down on his bed and eventually fell into a deep sleep. He slept until morning. When morning came, he got up and commanded all the slaves to get up. He allowed them to eat breakfast before they all went outside to work in the fields in the hot day. He gave a nod of approval and satisfaction as he watched them work hard. Then he went down to the dungeons where Irene was and opened the cell and came in, looking at her.
Irene was still laying on her side where he had left her there after the long and painful whipping for her punishment. She had stopped bleeding after she passed out but she had lost a lot of blood, her arms and shirt were covered in it and dried up blood. Irene had one of those out-of-body-experiences and she could see a blurry demon, the one who had whipped her, walking into the dungeon and looking at her still form.
Shetan sat down in front of her and grabbed the medicine. He took a look at all the wounds he gave her, seeing that she didn't use the medicine he gave her. Silently, he took out a soft wipe, wet with water, and began to gently clean all her wounds. Then he squeezed the thick gel contents of the plastic medicine tube into his large, clawed hand and began to rub the cool, soothing medicine on all of her wounds, and surprisingly, he did it gently instead of roughly.
Irene watched the demon who claimed to be her master as he was towards her body and she wanted to scream at him and tell him to go away. But the lucky part about Irene having a demon master was that she had a weapon against him. The holy bible. Irene had use to go to church a lot before her Aunt died meaning she knew a lot of prayers. But Irene was taken by surprise to see him sit down and start to patch her up, not in a sloppy and careless matter, no much concetrated and gentle touches were put into this work. Suddenly Irene was back in first person point of you and began to wake up to feel someone touching her back and cuts. They stung but they were soothed.
Shetan put extra medicine on her deeper wounds, adding more as needed. The deeper her wounds were, the more medicine they got. Shetan glanced down at her briefly as he worked, seeing that she was coming to. He continued to silently patch up her wounds before getting out some bandages, and he bandaged her wounds. Then he got up and left, returning with some new clothes for her and setting them down by her. They were some comfortable pants and a T-shirt. "When you feel well enough, put these new clothes on. Your bloody clothes shall be washed and then returned to you. Unless you'd rather stay in your dirty clothes." Then he set down a bottle of water for her and started to leave.
Every hair on Irene's small body rose up at how soft his hands were.. it kind of scared her that a monster like him, who had just recently hurt her repeatedly, could actually show gentleness and caring. Irene waited until she felt him pull away and didn't touch her again before turning over slightly on her side and sat up, wincing, but the medicine helped a lot. She rubbed the back of her neck and looked down at the shirt and pants, then to the water. Irene would for sure change into the clothes but she was kind of weary or tasting the water.. what if he had done something with it. She shook her head and sighed, she opened her mouth to say thank you but remember it was his fault anyways she was all scarred up so instead she said "What's in the water?"
Shetan stopped suddenly at her voice, standing right in the doorway of the cell. He slowly turned around so that his side was facing her, and he looked over at her with his red, emotionless eyes. "Water," he replied simply. "All the minerals and molecules necessary to make up water. And no poison..." he added firmly. "If you need proof that the water is safe to drink, I'll give you that proof."
Irene eyed his hideous monster like face as he talked to her, telling her that it was just water and she was weighing her options. trust him or don't trust him. Irene softly shook her head, her lips pursed in curiosity "I don't need you to taste it and prove to me, your a demon. You can't die. So it's not much proof at all if you ask me." she said with a simple shrug, trying her hardest not to let a smirk for on her face. Irene was a very stubborn, teasing, rude, and irritating girl but most people said that's why they loved being around her. Plus she could be the light of the party if she wanted to be.
"Drink or thirst to death," Shetan said, walking out and closing and locking the cell door behind him on her. "Because that's all the water you're getting, unless you drink it all and then get thirsty later." Shetan's emotionless face did not change in any way as he spoke. His eyes remained cold and hard and evil. She was very stubborn, but he was stubborn, too, extremely stubborn.
She sighed softly and shook her head whenever he said that, she would end up drinking it either way, she was already dying to have a sip because her throat and mouth felt like the desert. "Fine, fine.. I'll drink it.." she muttered as she picked up the clothes and stood up, almost pulling off her shirt to change and realized he was still at the door "Go away. I need to change." she growled. Irene waited until she could hear his footsteps walking off before she finally decided to slip into the clothes and sit down on the ground, her back against the wall, eyeing the water.
Shetan left for a while, but then came back ten minutes later, seeing she was changed. He came back in the cell without a word, picked up her dirty clothes, and walked back out with them. Giving the clothes to a slave, he told the slave to wash them. The slave obeyed and carried Irene's clothes to the washer.
Irene looked up from the water bottle, staring and watching it long and hard as if it were going to move without permission, whenever Shetan had came back in and didn't even say a word. As he came closer, she tensed more and her hands got a little clammy. She couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief that he had only gathered her clothes and left without a single word, thinking that he was going to hit her again or say something that might scare her to death. Irene finally picked up the water and gulped down at least half of the water before setting it down.
After about twenty minutes later, Shetan came back to the dungeon with food for her. He opened the cell and came in, setting the food down in front of her. The food was a delicious enchilada dinner with rice and corn and pinto beans. The rice and corn had some mild spices in it, and the rice was yellow. The pinto beans were smothered with some kind of a delicious, brown, thick soup. The enchilada had corn, tofu, black beans, and zucchini in it. "There's no poison in this either," Shetan said, stepping back. He noticed she had drank half of the water.
Irene had her head buried in her knee's for the longest time while her eyes were closed, thinking of how she had gotten here. The last thing that she could remember was walking along the beach at night time, around 10pm or so, after a family reunion gone wrong in her opinion. Then everything went blank and she woke up on a hard, cold, cell floor and demons dragging her around until she met this monster who decided to whip her for her 'disrespect'. She looked up from her thoughts whenever he came in, seeing the food on the tray as it steamed, knowing it was fresh. Irene couldn't help but to lick her lips, hunger biting at her stomach. Irene watched him as he sat it down and took a step back, she cautiously took the for and took a bite out of the corn first, and they tasted really sweat and buttery.
Shetan crossed his arms and watched her for a while as she ate. Then he turned around and left, leaving the cell door open. It seemed like he had left it open by accident, but he deliberately left it open. He was allowing her to get out of the dungeon when she wanted, since this punishment he gave her had ended. He went outside and watched the slaves while she was eating.
Irene couldn't help but get goose bumps and feel incredibly uncomfortable while he just stood there in front of her, watching her eat at her slow mannered pace. She would be scarfing down the food right now but she had manners, around people at least.. and that still stood even with a monster such as he. Once he left, she happily began to scarf the food down, hardly even taking a breath. Until she was on the last couple of bites did she realize that the dungeon door was wide open. Irene whipped her mouth off before getting up and cautiously walked over to the door. Maybe it's a trap? Maybe he's testing me.. Irene thought to herself. She picked up her water bottle and rolled it out the door. Nothing happened. Irene sighed softly and began to walk out the door, praying would happen. And she lived.
Shetan watched the slaves for a while as the afternoon sun shone high in the sky. Then he decided to check on Irene. The slaves were behaving themselves and working hard, so he didn't need to stand over them every single second. He slowly walked inside the castle and started walking to the dungeon, stopping in the doorway that led to the dungeon when he saw her out of the cell. Silently, he took the empty tray and walked out with it, putting it on the kitchen counter.
Hearing footsteps coming down the hallway, coming her way, Irene turned her head to one side, nothing, turned it to the other side and saw Shetan and she watched him as he strode down the hallways. She watched him walk into the dungeon and take her tray and off down the hallway once more. Irene had no clue where to go or what to do. But she knew for one thing, she was going to find a way to escape this large place. Was this some sort of castle? Insane. It couldn't be. Who has castles these days? It's the 21st century!
As Shetan put the tray on the counter, he began to feel a very painful headache coming on. Growling and wincing, he reached up and rubbed his forehead as his head started throbbing more and more with pain. The headache must have been just one of those things, since Shetan really didn't consume or do anything to make this headache come on. He began to go back to Irene to make sure she wouldn't escape, rubbing his forehead.
Irene had slipped past the kitchen door, making sure that she wasn't seen by anyone inside the kitchen. She quickly ran down the hallway, trying to look for stairs or an elevat- there's no elevators. Irene knew she was in a castle since everything was made out of large cobblestone and outside she looked to be in a large tower. Irene ran in circles, searching and searching for some stairs but she couldn't find any. She sighed irritable, bent over against a wall in the shadows as she panted.
Shetan was groaning and growling softly as he was looking for Irene. Soon he was starting to get close to her. But his headache was hurting him so bad that he very much wanted to lie down. So when he saw a bed nearby, he didn't waste any time in collapsing onto it with a moan. He would try looking for Irene later.
Irene finally caught her breath and she saw a large door, deciding to open it, not able to see anything so she picked up a torch. Before using the light of the torch she could smell some horrible odor coming from the room but her curious mind got the best of her. She took the torch and began to make her way into the room, not long after she got into the room she saw corpses of all types of people, male, female, black, white, Latino, everything even some animal. Irene covered her mouth and began to back out of the room in horror.
But Shetan didn't stay lying down for long. Hearing the sound of a door opening in the distance, he forced himself up with a groan, making his way towards the sound he heard. He soon saw that Irene had discovered the corpses of the slaves he had killed, and now he was standing right behind her with his arms crossed, watching her calmly with a very slight, wicked smirk.
