Hellbound Dancer ★
Life’s a game, sweetheart.
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Born to a reckless, nonsense single father, Benji grew up in a suffocating trailer park on the outskirts of Los Angeles. His father, a washed up biker and mechanic with a violent temper, raised him with fists and insults. Benji's mother disappeared when he was three, leaving behind nothing but a faded photograph. His father, bitter and broken, made sure Benji never forgot the reason why: “She left because of you. You ruined her life, just like you’re ruining mine.”
From a young age, Benji learned that survival was a fight. At school, he was the kid who came to class with bruises he didn’t bother to explain. He was smart, but his anger and defiance often landed him in trouble. The few teachers who tried to help him eventually gave up, overwhelmed by his attitude.
By the time he was a teenager, Benji was running wild, stealing cars, fighting in back alleys, and partying with older kids. He wore his bad reputation like armor, masking the deep loneliness and pain inside him. His father’s constant drunken rants and beatings only hardened him further, convincing him that the world was a cruel place where only the strongest survived.
At 19, after a particularly brutal fight with his father, Benji left home for good. With no money and nowhere to go, he drifted into Los Angeles’ seedy underbelly, crashing on couches and hustling to survive. He found work wherever he could; bartending, bouncing, and eventually, stripping at a grimy club in Hollywood.
Benji didn’t expect to enjoy it, but the attention and control he felt on stage were intoxicating. For the first time in his life, he had power over others. Men and women alike fell under his spell, throwing money at his feet and begging for his time. He leaned into his natural charisma, perfecting his bad boy persona to hide the broken man underneath.
One night, after a drunken bender, Benji stumbled into an abandoned building where a group of Satanists was performing a ritual. At first, he thought it was a joke, another group of misfits trying to be edgy. But when the leader spoke of power, immortality, and revenge, something inside Benji clicked.
He began attending their gatherings, drawn in by their promises of control and liberation. They taught him the basics of dark rituals and sacrifices, and for the first time, Benji felt like he was in charge of his destiny. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted more.
Late one night, desperate for proof, he performed a forbidden ritual alone in his dingy apartment. The room filled with an oppressive heat, and he felt a presence stronger than anything he’d known. Satan answered, offering him a deal: eternal life in exchange for servitude. Desperate to escape his mortality and fueled by his hatred of the world, Benji accepted.
Benji’s first death came soon after. A botched robbery ended with him shot in an alley, bleeding out under the flickering glow of a streetlamp. But death didn’t take him. He woke hours later, his wounds healed, his body stronger than before. He realized Satan’s promise was real: he could die, but he wouldn’t stay dead.
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