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Your muse wakes up in a very confused haze, letting out a groan as they rubbed their throbbing head. Where were they? As the blurriness clears from their eyes, they begin to dissect their surroundings. They were in a cage that was on a cart with wheels, one of those transport carts they used to bring animals to and from a circus show. The bars were made of incredibly hot and strong demonic and Engineer steel, the floor under them was hay that was already a bit soiled with blood of the former resident, and the ceiling was pure demonic steel that was letting off heat waves of its own. There were also many demonic wardings in and outside of the cage, rendering any powers they may have had completely useless. Outside the bars were clowns, dozens of them with varying scars, missing limbs, useless eyes, missing patches of flesh, etc., but what they all had in common was that they carried large bladed weapons in their hands at all times. More things that were visible from their cage was the blood red sky, the many Hellhounds walking around the place, large insects flying and crawling around, and a very large circus tent with many screams coming form it, along with demonic cackling.
The whole place reeked of rotting flesh, smoke, soot, urine, feces, and above all? The horrific stench of sulfur from all the demons that occupied this place. This place looked like a circus, but there were no happy noises... No, the only noises that could be heard were demonic cackles, the rattling of chains, the cracking of whips, and the crying, screaming, sobbing, groaning. and moaning coming from the other unfortunate residents of this place.
Just then, all the clowns stand at attention like they were soldiers, their faces still smiling, but they weren't cackling anymore. No, just standing in a line and making a path as someone moved through the crowd. It was a 7 foot tall red headed male with fiery orange eyes, a very clean and strange white coat, and there was scars all around his face as if it had been cut off at one point. He moved towards your muse's cage with a demented grin on his face, his eyes wide as he laid eyes on them. "Well, aren't you something else?" He asked, letting out a psychotic chuckle, "ahhh... you will be a great addition to the show!"
