✝ even though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death ✝ heart game

[wwjd]

**TW: please note general potential warnings for murder, rape, suicide/mentions of suicide, gore, disturbing content/imagery, death, animal cruelty, cannibalism. This list will be updated as needed! Do not hesitate to PM me if something you aren't comfortable with ever comes up!**

[You’re suddenly in an open, expansive room. It’s huge. If you’re familiar with the setting or have the ability to compare it to something similar, it’s like the interior of a church—pews surround you, all centered around an altar, and all of the normal religious paraphernalia—Bibles, baptismal tools, sacramental wine and bread—is present as well, in its expected place for a church or set up on a table before the altar. The area is for the most part so dark, however, that you cannot clearly see around you for farther than a few feet. It feels like nighttime, but, well, you can’t look beyond the shadows to spy the windows to know for sure...

In this deep darkness, the well-lit altar is like a beacon. Blazing candles encircle it, and you can perceive at least four human-shaped figures standing upon it. Are they alive? Watch long enough, and you’ll understand that they don’t move, shift, or even breathe.

Also, you are dressed like an angel. ( 1 , 2 , 3 , or 4 ) Have fun!

You are directly in the middle of the central aisle, one that leads to the altar. What will you do?]

((game notes!

1) you are welcome to tag in at any time. this heart game will be running from december 10th to december 16th! please realize i have rl responsibilities and will not always be available to tag during the mornings/afternoons of every day, but in general i will be around.

2) my goal is to get everyone to at least one "room" outside of the church, but if that doesn't happen, it's okay! c:

3) this is my first time running a game thing/heart game, so if you notice any major problems or just want to check in with me about something, please do! i am doing my best (exercise_smiley)

4) again, i take comfort levels seriously. never hesitate to pm me if something is too squicky for you. i will change it right away!))

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[wwjd]

[At the end of the aisle, you bump into a prayer rail—it wasn't there before. It blocks your way and prevents you from reaching the altar.

More importantly, a crisp, airy but masculine voice rings out from behind you.]

Stop, you fool. This glorious King of Heroes demands it. I shall have some words with you.

[thefirstmurder]

[stumbles a bit once he hits the prayer rail, then turns around. that voice is familiar, but--]

Lord Gilgamesh?

[wwjd]

Oh, you already know of me.

[There is a blonde man sitting at the end of a pew, close to the aisle. He's apparently naked, but some rich, red cloth is wrapped around his shoulders.]

[thefirstmurder]

Of course; you left an unmistakable impression on me.

[approaches him]

I didn't expect to see you here.

[wwjd]

In a church?



[He laughs, gruffly.]

Ha, no wonder! What a boring, pitiful place.

[thefirstmurder]

Boring, perhaps, but it is God's house, after all. What are you doing here?

[wwjd]

If it is God's house, pray. Get on your knees for me.

[thefirstmurder]

[raises an eyebrow and hesitates for a moment, then kneels at the prayer rail]

Does this please you, Your Majesty?

[wwjd]

... No.



[He is displeased. Anger bristles in his eyes and his lips turn down into a frown.]

That is far from where I'm seated. Do not toy with me, or I will bend you over the rail itself.

[thefirstmurder]

[grins at his displeasure, but obediently rises]

You did say to pray.

[moves closer and kneels before him, spreading his arms]

Is this more to your liking, my Lord?

[wwjd]

... Yes.

[He smiles, but even if it is satisfied, there is a hard edge to it, as well. You want to LEAVE as he rises and begins to approach you.]



You will pray while your mouth is full with my cock.

[thefirstmurder]

[he sucks in a sharp breath and grits his teeth, knees instinctively starting to push himself up]

You... you're not really Gilgamesh, are you?

[wwjd]

[He quirks an eyebrow, amused, but will continue walking—slowly, steadily. You want to LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE. Something in you wants to LEAVE.]

No, I am.

[thefirstmurder]

[gets to his feet, crouched a little still, like he wants to dash]

Are you? Then what is this, what is this feeling? Why do I wish to run from you? You don't frighten me. You don't even intimidate me. Yet I can't stop wanting to flee.

[wwjd]

[Without missing a beat:]



Maybe it is because something bad will happen.

[thefirstmurder]

Would you force yourself on someone unwilling, then?

[wwjd]

You will become willing in time.



[He's so close to you, now. He's coming closer, closer, closer...]

[thefirstmurder]

[biting his lip, the doctor fights against his instincts, but takes a step back]

[wwjd]

[He's close enough to touch you, and so he reaches out, brushing fingertips against your chest.

It burns where he touched you.]

Surely you could pray to God to save you... Or to hear your sins after the deed is done.

[thefirstmurder]

[he hisses and jerks back, clasping a hand over his chest where the fake Gil touched him]

Stop--!

[wwjd]

Hahaha! My, you are energetic for one so cowardly!



[It doesn't really scare him off at all. Instead, he'll try to grab onto your wrist in a very strong grip, sort of twisting it and attempting to push you around in an effort to make you face the rail, him boxing you in from the back.]

Please. Struggle. It will only make me more excited to defile you.

[thefirstmurder]

[he does struggle, trying to pull away from him]

Do not--do not touch me, not like this--!

[wwjd]

Or what? What will you do? You have done nothing so far. Don't make me laugh.

[He's very powerful. The prayer rail is pressing into the front of you in seconds, in a flash. And his hands are traveling underneath the long skirt of the dress, tugging it up.

You sort of feel like you could GIVE UP AND TAKE IT.

Of course, you are against a prayer rail. Those are used for something, too.]

[thefirstmurder]

[he inhales sharply and goes rigid, trembling faintly, his head spinning with warring instincts, fear, horror, anxiety--and for a moment all he can do is pray: please, please, God, i beg you to stop this.]

[wwjd]

[The blonde man and the prayer rail disappear.]