The god's mercy (on hiatus)

@Shadow_Knight!!!!!

Heyo!!! I have to go to be I'll post a template in the morning.

Okay! Take your time! I'm in no rush

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Background (optional):
Other:

So what's youre character going to be like? Sorry I would like to know so I don't make my character too similar.

I will make mine when Im back to my laptop. It will be a female.

Oh okay! I'll have it up soon!

Name: Aschere Ralland
Age: 19
Gender: male
Sexuality: straight
Appearance 5'11, dark brown hair, though it looks black in any darker sort of lighting (if that makes sense) hazel eyes with a hint of blue. Toned body type, for of a rectangular body type.
Background (optional): TBD
Other: of you want to you can look at his character sheet on my profile. (It's recommended lol)

Name: Nyght
Age: Old as time
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pan
Appearance: 6´11, Pure black, black eyes with purple irises, parts of her body come of in wisps expecially her hair that floats above her head, bipedal, claws, sharp teeth
Background (optional): Also TBD
Other: Goddess of chaos, darkness, and black magic.

Oh dang, she's cool! Shall we start?

(Sure! Do you want to start or me?)

(Well since it's your prompt i think you probably should.)

(Alright! Sorry it took so long.)

The cultist dragged Aschere out to the Alter. The pined him down on it. One of the Cultists grabbed a sacred knife and used it to cut open his hand before cuting open their own. They all began to chant in Latin as the runes all over the floor began to glow with a deep purple.

Earlier that day he had been hanging out with his friends at his house playing video games. So how did he end up here!? He had no idea. He winced in pain when they cut open his hand. Words trying to crawl out of his throat, though his mouth was filled with blood. His breathing quickened as they pushed him down. As if it wasn't fast and shallow enough. He begged them to stop. But only in his mind. The words wouldn't come out. His mind was in a thousand different places all at once. Where were his friends? Gow did he get here? Who are these people? And what where they doing!? Why him? What were they saying!? His eyes filled with tears as his mind was overwhelmed with so many emotions all at once.
"Please…."
He manages out of his throat through tears and blood. What did he think that would do? Make them stop? Would they pity him? Why would they?

Nyght was hanging out in the underworld, as she usually did. There was something ever so comforting about being there, the chaos, the coolness, the raw unfiltered magic, the screams of the damned. Right now she was staring down at the abyss with her legs hanging over. It was at the moment she began to feel a warm burn in her chest. She had felt it before. Someone was trying to summon her.

The cultists ignored him and began almost yelling the chant. Some people began to lay out salt and new symbols.

His body was close to giving up at this point. His chest was heavy, feeling as if it was pulling itself to the ground. His body gave in. His forehead pressed against the ground, his nose and mouth dripping blood. He finally fell to his side with a thud. His cheek felt cold against the ground. It was somehow soothing. The lights and the people, the chanting and the pain was so overwhelming. Finally He closed his eyes as more tears fell. He couldn't take it.
"Help me"
He let out a slight whisper with all his might. That was all he had.

(Wait! I forgot to mention of the sheet she had a tail!)

Nyght sighed as she felt herself go through a portal. She stepped out to find the same scene she had walked into a hundred times. Cultists chanting for her, a sacrifice dying as they used his soul energy to summon her and salt around the main rune keeping her ´trapped´ there. She looked down at the boy at her feet. She wrapped her tail around him and lifted him up. The magic that radiated off of her began to heal him.
"What do you want?" She asked, her voice was deep and filled with annoyance.

He felt his body lift up, his lungs that felt as if they were collapsing, were being filled with air. His breathing still shallow and fast. That was all in the mind. The pain from his body felt as if it was vanishing. But his mind was still racing in a thousand directions.
"please just kill me already. I cant-"
He coughed a little, though no blood leaving his body. What was happening? And who was this?

Some of the cultists looked up at Nyght with fear and others with happiness. "We want eternal youth!" One yelled.

Nyght mentally smacked herself at how mundane the wish was. "I will grant you that wish if I get the boy." She said. She didnt know why but the kid just looked so d@mn helpless.

"Kill me. Please….."
He says as his body finally goes limp. His head hanging low and his breathing softened. His body was feeling better, though his mind had given up. He lost his hope and his will to live. He didn't believe he would be spared. He didn't care anymore. He just wanted to die already.

Nyght ignored him and looked at the priests for an answer. "Do we have a deal?"

"Yes. We have a deal." One said. Immediately everybody in that room was surrounded by a soft purple glow that faded.

He gave up… He didn't know what was going on. Or why any of this was happening. Was his hell? Did he do something wrong? As far as he knew…..he was quite a good person. Except for the occasional rejecting girls that he couldn't control whether they fell in love with him or not. Was that it? No, it couldn't be. That's a stupid reason to be tortured in hell….surely there was something more.

Nyght walked back through the portal and into the underworld. She was back to the Abyss. She sat down and held Aschere out over the black void. She could use a little entertainment. "So how did you get into the cult thing?" She asked, her voice echoing slightly now that they were back in the gods realm.

"I don't know…..i don't know anything! How i got here…..why i am here….what they were even doing to me…..i don't know"
He says looking up at pitch-black darkness. Deciding to look down, his neck started to hurt, his chest was suddenly filled with panic. His heart started to race as he took in his surroundings.

“They were draining your soul to try to summon me. They used one of my ritual knifes. Thought I got rid of those a long time ago. That answers one of your question.“ Nyght answered. She was enjoying seeing him panic. She began to swing her tail back and forth.

He took a deep breath and looked up at her as his body was limp. He was always really good at composing himself. Hiding fear, panic, anxiety, sadness, etc.
"Who are you?" He asks her as he bites his lip, trying to get a good picture of her face. His eyesight was extremely blurred.

Dispute his calm front she could tell he was panicking. A face can´t always hide the storm withen.
“Ah! Most human probably dont remember me. I am Nyght, one of the 8 dark gods.“ She explained

"Oh, that makes sense," he says sarcastically. The fact that she was just keeping him here annoyed him. The panic started to leave his body and mind as annoyance replaced it. And it showed.

Nyght growled at him before tossing him up and catching him by his foot.
“Don´t test me mortal. You are not in the best situation to be getting like that.“ She snarled.

He laughed a bit as his hair fell out of his face, revealing his bloody forehead. The blood had dripped into his right eye, making the blood cover the white part of his eye. Which was now blood red. Yeah, it burnt like all living hell, but he wasn't going to show it. He had already gotten over the pain a few minutes ago. Now he needed to focus on this large…… creature God type thing? Whatever it was, he didn't like it. That was for sure. He was always the type to be sassy and rude. Sarcastic, snarky, and always making smart comments back at anyone. Even if they were about to kill him. He had perfected the art. Well….he called it an art. B it was more a defense mechanism.