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Smokescreens and the monsters under your bed
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09-04-2013, 09:58 AM

The X-Tron flashes into a bright white light for a moment with a black dot to the right of the screen. The screen rushes forward and the black dot begins getting bigger and bigger and as it comes into view it reveals a lifeless, grey tree with a black, wooden cradle hanging precariously from the twisted branches. As the cradles sways slightly in the breeze a soft, soothing, woman's voice begins singing.

"rock-a-bye baby, in the treetop
when the wind blows, the cradle will rock
when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
and down will come baby, cradle and all."


As the song ends the branch holding the cradle snaps in two and the cradle begins hurdling to the ground with the camera quickly following it, showing the pasty baby inside, smiling and giggling at the ride just before the cradle slams into the ground and the camera flashes to black. A few seconds go by in complete darkness before a red candle lights on the screen casting a long shadow on the panel wall behind Baalberith, who stands cloaked, with his back to the camera. He slowly turns around, in his arms he holds a bundle of white blankets he is bouncing lightly in his arms as if consoling a crying baby.

"This Saturday, The Night of Sacrifice, is the time for baptism, gather the men, women and children and soak them in the blood of their forefathers, to open the eyes of the sheep and alert them to the oncoming danger of the flies."

A small cry comes from the bundle in his arms, which he brings closer to his face and bounces gently up and down a few times in his arms.

"Shhhhh hush little one."

He slowly lowers his arms as the noise subsides and turns his attention back to the camera.

"The Night of Sacrifice shall be just that, the night when the sacrifice begins, first to the slaughter will be the aptly named smoke man."

He stops for a moment while a smile slowly crosses his lips.

"Smoke, doesn't veil anything, it simply obscures, scrambles the image before it. Smoke man, the smoke you have attempted to veil yourself within is translucent to those of us who see the world in grey. You're a coward, one who relies on others compassion and hard work to keep your head above the albatross. But Saturday there will be no one their to stop you from slipping into the water, no nurse to tell you if you can or can not go to work, no five man team for you to hide behind, you will stand before me with the smoke clearing, before your judge stark naked with no veil, to reveal your true human nature to all those willing to watch, because I don't need a pentagram, I don't need a ouiji board, I don't need a statue of the virgin Mary to desecrate, because those are material things made by scared humans like yourself in their pathetic attempts to understand things beyond them."

The bundle in his arms begins moving fussily as the last few words leave his lips, causing him to once again console the supposed baby gently, rocking it back and forth as he continues.

"And then there's the man who came from the stars, mister Satellite, Supernova or Zihylfajo, take your pick of whatever insignificant name he decides to use. Zihylfajo, since I came to this place three months ago you have brought it upon yourself to half heartedly interject yourself in the business of the flies. Now you will come face to face with the web you intentionally tangled yourself in. See Zihylfajo these are the fly's sheep, the flies herd them, the flies spread disease and famine, they fear the flies, they do not fear your kind. They make a mockery of the stars, they make glamorous, action packed, Hollywood movies showing your race as sub par to humans, as jokes. The sheep always win don't they? They're not worried about the sky above them, they fear what's in the ground below them, THE MONSTERS UNDER THEIR BEDS!"

The last few words come out in a high pitched squeal, causing another scream to come from the bundle in his arms.

"And they should be, because it's the monsters that own them, not the stars and the flies are coming to collect."

He chuckles deeply, letting the bundle of blankets go, as he raises his arms outward, causing it to crash to the floor, revealing nothing within the blankets.

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