06-23-2013, 09:10 PM
(OOC: Continued from The Doctor and his Patient.)
It consumes me. I am drowning in my own guilt.
When will I be able to breathe again?
-SC
I stood watching the grotesque figure attempt a formal greeting. His eyes were unsure of what the proper way to greet me was. Should he shake my hand as equals? Hug as lovers? Nod as strangers passing by on the street?
He kneels before my splendor.
His faith in me is so valiant or is it disgusting? I have never made my mind up with how I feel about The Torment.
Oh I see you were expecting someone else? Good. That makes it more the better. You were expecting the droll and incoherent thoughts of my acquaintance. Instead you get the thoughts of a being that transcends reality. Lucky you. There is no need for introductions by this point for you know me as The Wraith. The hell that is Scott Charlotte's mind, his demon. You've heard everything from his point of view. You've heard his anguish and felt his terror, but hear my power and feel my pride. You will leave here feeling enlightened.
Do not allow this to give you thoughts that I am a prophet. Prophets speak for Gods.
I am a God.
I speak to you because he is me and I am him and we are one.
Keep up now.
The Torment knelt before me with a deep hum in his voice breaking into a melodic tone.
Praise him. Praise him. Praise him.
I am here, my subject.
His eyes stayed to the ground as they should. Never locking eyes with my own. A subject should never look upon his lord unless allowed.
You have him, I suppose.
Yes, my lord. He is restrained.
His dark curled claws pointed towards the one I had come for. You know who he is. He is Scott Charlotte.
My vessel.
I'd had him here for hours. I was lucky to have stumbled across him. If it hadn't been for that satanic thing spouting the flames, well, he wouldn't be strapped to my throne.
The Torment knitted his fingers as he stayed knelt on his right knee. His sullen laboratory fumed of a wretched stench that reminded me of my last meal. I took in the smell and let it flow through my body. Shivers raced down my back in a euphoric way. The Torment broke me from my trance with his sandpaper voice.
My lord, may I look upon you?
The insolent fool.
NO. You may not. You shall stay where you are.
Yes, my lord.
He spoke in utter disappointment. Most do when they are robbed of the chance to gaze upon me. I patted his head like a good little dog as I walked over to my stolen vessel. The Torment's pet kept her hand down as I strolled past her. That's a new trick. Normally The Torment has to cut her limbs before I enter. A very feisty and untrained animal, but it seems she has gone through her obedience.
Then there was Scott.
His eyes never left mine. He has always been a man with large hubris. He believes it is his strongest quality. That's what Icarus believed as he flew to the Sun.
I stood in front of him gazing into his rage filled eyes.
Hello, my boy.
He spat into my face like a child. I let the saliva drip from my face as The Torment spoke up.
FILTHY HUM-
SIT DOWN!!
My voice rang out in the black room and the thud of The Torment's body hitting the ground resounded. I've grown used to the way Scott feels about me. I tend to look forward to what he does to me every visit. This was laughable.
Spitting? Really? Is that what you have resorted to, Scott? I would say that you are disgusting, but when you back a snake in the corner you need to watch out for it's bite, no matter how useless and small it is compared to the hungry Falcon.
Fuck you.
He always had a sailor's mouth.
Scott, come now. You've known this day was to come for a long time. It only took the flames to do so. That's all it ever takes. My way of travel, but it seems this time you traveled instead of me. Thankfully The Torment found you before you went mad.
Mad? Too late for that.
This was quite a delightful answer and I let him known with my billowing laughter.
Indeed. I'm sure you have a lot of questions as to where you are, who these two are and what I want from you? Well, the last one you already know.
Yeah....my....
Body. Yes. You are my vessel into the human world. I'm only able to project my form in the world for a short amount of time without you as a vessel. As far as the two behind me goes.
I gesture to The Torment and his pet both on the ground averting their eyes from my sight.
The Torment is one of my many subjects in this world. He is the local physician as I like to call him. He takes care of all mortals who enter this realm and that thing over there is his pet. She came to this world as a human and he...what did you call it?
I call to The Torment who answers the question from his God.
Fixed her, my lord.
Yes, fixed her. She was broken, you see. All humans who enter here are broken.
And where are we? I've had enough of your rambling. I could give less fucks about The Torment.
Oh how I wish I could just kill him. Interesting how he didn't mention The Torment's pet. I assume he finally was able to infuse the alluring charms of the sirens into her. That subject is a genius.
We, my boy, are in a place that has many names. Hell. The Void. Ragnarok. The Inferno. But to me it is simply called
Home.
Enough talk and jesting. It's time.
My hand jolts to the throat of my vessel. I grip his throat ever so tightly causing him to gag and cough hoping for one morsel of oxygen. I wrench him off of the throne and pull him close to me. His last bits of life escaping through his eyes as they gaze with one look into my yellow eyes. I whisper to him ever so softly.
Welcome home.
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It has been far too long since I've felt life through this body. Only glimmers of hope and torment were ever felt before. Now all the hope is gone. All the torment has been wiped clean. All that is left....
Is me.
Hello, allow me to reintroduce myself. This time formally.
I am The Wraith. The God of All. The One and True God. Kneel before me as the flames consume you.
It's something I think the three men that I will now be facing on Monday should do. Scott won't be able to make it sadly, I am so sorry. You're expectations have now been crushed. Fear should replace that.
Some could call what has already been said as blasphemy against my name. At least something that my subjects would spout out and want revenge for. Subjects get extremely offended when their Lords are spoken badly of, but what do their Gods care? A God may smite those who blaspheme at any time they would like. They are nothing but specks on their radars that can easily be wiped away, so why should I allow the other specks to take that job from me. i enjoy it far too much.
We should start with the leader of a so called Brotherhood in Brian Braxton. My partner in this tag team match. He thinks of himself as a devil. He attacks others with his fists and attempts to scare them with his words. Fear is his mistress and he thinks it will propel him into the future as top dog here in the XWF. I enjoy the methods you use, but they are old methods used by Old Gods. You are nothing new in this broken world, just another mortal thinking he can transcend the world into a dark future he deems euphoric. I've met many mortals in my time and none have ever enjoyed the darkness I've showed them no matter how much they begged me for it before it began. You told Scott that he should accept his demons and I thank you for that, but don't think for one second you are the cause. You will never be the cause for my rise. You will never be the cause for anyone's rise, you will only be the cause for your own fall. Do not think you are safe from the wrath of a God just because you are in the same corner as me. That is only a title you hold for one night and one night only.
You are foolish to think that Scott feeds from me, that he should use me. He is only a puppet and I am his master hoping to entertain all of you kiddie so I might earn a little extra to keep going. All I want to do in this life is make yours and everyone else's a living hell. This world and everyone on it deserves it. Nobody else on this planet deserves it more than you Brian Braxton. Attempting to create a Brotherhood of shadows to consume the weak. You are in no position to have power. You are in a position of weakness. So the same shadows you stand for should consume you. Maybe you should allow them to feed from you, to use you. Proceed with caution on Monday.
Then there is John Austin, the opponent. The man who beat Scott down last week. The man who had a rail road spike jammed into Scott. I'd say thanks to you as well. The story I have recounted was only the beginning and thanks to that spike you showed me the end. It may have been the final breaking point for Scott. The flames burned him enough to allow my arrival, but your metal allowed for my control.
You assisted me, but you were not the cause. You seem to be as conflicted as Scott on who you are so I rank you both as the same man. You are both weak in the way you feel. You pretended to be a God yourself, an act that has angered me far from everything else. Then you became a mortal who admitted he was a false prophet. Were you frightened by my looming presence? No, you seemed unaware of my existence. You assume Scott is alone in this tiny world. You assume he is nothing more to you than a bump in the road. He is or, should I say, was. You've prepared everything for a fight against a broken shell of a man and now you get a real God. There is no make believe here to fulfill your childish fantasies.
I'm sorry, I keep forgetting you've belittled yourself to being a human once more. I may have had some respect for you if you were a real God, but that was always a false statement for I am the One and True God, not John Austin. Although, should I allow you to continue on after attempting to live this lie before. Should I just look the other way and allow that blasphemy to go on unnoticed? It seems that I cannot forgive you so easily nor can I forgive Braxton.
In due time Brian will be punished, but as for you my former God.
A visit to the family may need to occur. I'll tell them you sent me to say hello.
Harold Davis seems to be a silent opponent in this fight. He wants to use his fists and skill to talk instead of his words. His hubris is daunting. He assumes that he can win this without a single word, he assumes he is better than everyone else that he cannot even address even his own tag team partner. He should be made an example of.
How hubris will be the downfall of all.
Pay close attention on Monday, XWF.
Your God has returned and you are all guilty sinners. Let the flames consume you.
Until next time.
| The Soul is Dying. |
It consumes me. I am drowning in my own guilt.
When will I be able to breathe again?
-SC
| Through his Yellow Eyes. |
I stood watching the grotesque figure attempt a formal greeting. His eyes were unsure of what the proper way to greet me was. Should he shake my hand as equals? Hug as lovers? Nod as strangers passing by on the street?
He kneels before my splendor.
His faith in me is so valiant or is it disgusting? I have never made my mind up with how I feel about The Torment.
Oh I see you were expecting someone else? Good. That makes it more the better. You were expecting the droll and incoherent thoughts of my acquaintance. Instead you get the thoughts of a being that transcends reality. Lucky you. There is no need for introductions by this point for you know me as The Wraith. The hell that is Scott Charlotte's mind, his demon. You've heard everything from his point of view. You've heard his anguish and felt his terror, but hear my power and feel my pride. You will leave here feeling enlightened.
Do not allow this to give you thoughts that I am a prophet. Prophets speak for Gods.
I am a God.
I speak to you because he is me and I am him and we are one.
Keep up now.
The Torment knelt before me with a deep hum in his voice breaking into a melodic tone.
Praise him. Praise him. Praise him.
I am here, my subject.
His eyes stayed to the ground as they should. Never locking eyes with my own. A subject should never look upon his lord unless allowed.
You have him, I suppose.
Yes, my lord. He is restrained.
His dark curled claws pointed towards the one I had come for. You know who he is. He is Scott Charlotte.
My vessel.
I'd had him here for hours. I was lucky to have stumbled across him. If it hadn't been for that satanic thing spouting the flames, well, he wouldn't be strapped to my throne.
The Torment knitted his fingers as he stayed knelt on his right knee. His sullen laboratory fumed of a wretched stench that reminded me of my last meal. I took in the smell and let it flow through my body. Shivers raced down my back in a euphoric way. The Torment broke me from my trance with his sandpaper voice.
My lord, may I look upon you?
The insolent fool.
NO. You may not. You shall stay where you are.
Yes, my lord.
He spoke in utter disappointment. Most do when they are robbed of the chance to gaze upon me. I patted his head like a good little dog as I walked over to my stolen vessel. The Torment's pet kept her hand down as I strolled past her. That's a new trick. Normally The Torment has to cut her limbs before I enter. A very feisty and untrained animal, but it seems she has gone through her obedience.
Then there was Scott.
His eyes never left mine. He has always been a man with large hubris. He believes it is his strongest quality. That's what Icarus believed as he flew to the Sun.
I stood in front of him gazing into his rage filled eyes.
Hello, my boy.
He spat into my face like a child. I let the saliva drip from my face as The Torment spoke up.
FILTHY HUM-
SIT DOWN!!
My voice rang out in the black room and the thud of The Torment's body hitting the ground resounded. I've grown used to the way Scott feels about me. I tend to look forward to what he does to me every visit. This was laughable.
Spitting? Really? Is that what you have resorted to, Scott? I would say that you are disgusting, but when you back a snake in the corner you need to watch out for it's bite, no matter how useless and small it is compared to the hungry Falcon.
Fuck you.
He always had a sailor's mouth.
Scott, come now. You've known this day was to come for a long time. It only took the flames to do so. That's all it ever takes. My way of travel, but it seems this time you traveled instead of me. Thankfully The Torment found you before you went mad.
Mad? Too late for that.
This was quite a delightful answer and I let him known with my billowing laughter.
Indeed. I'm sure you have a lot of questions as to where you are, who these two are and what I want from you? Well, the last one you already know.
Yeah....my....
Body. Yes. You are my vessel into the human world. I'm only able to project my form in the world for a short amount of time without you as a vessel. As far as the two behind me goes.
I gesture to The Torment and his pet both on the ground averting their eyes from my sight.
The Torment is one of my many subjects in this world. He is the local physician as I like to call him. He takes care of all mortals who enter this realm and that thing over there is his pet. She came to this world as a human and he...what did you call it?
I call to The Torment who answers the question from his God.
Fixed her, my lord.
Yes, fixed her. She was broken, you see. All humans who enter here are broken.
And where are we? I've had enough of your rambling. I could give less fucks about The Torment.
Oh how I wish I could just kill him. Interesting how he didn't mention The Torment's pet. I assume he finally was able to infuse the alluring charms of the sirens into her. That subject is a genius.
We, my boy, are in a place that has many names. Hell. The Void. Ragnarok. The Inferno. But to me it is simply called
Home.
Enough talk and jesting. It's time.
My hand jolts to the throat of my vessel. I grip his throat ever so tightly causing him to gag and cough hoping for one morsel of oxygen. I wrench him off of the throne and pull him close to me. His last bits of life escaping through his eyes as they gaze with one look into my yellow eyes. I whisper to him ever so softly.
Welcome home.
| The Demon has Returned. |
It has been far too long since I've felt life through this body. Only glimmers of hope and torment were ever felt before. Now all the hope is gone. All the torment has been wiped clean. All that is left....
Is me.
Hello, allow me to reintroduce myself. This time formally.
I am The Wraith. The God of All. The One and True God. Kneel before me as the flames consume you.
It's something I think the three men that I will now be facing on Monday should do. Scott won't be able to make it sadly, I am so sorry. You're expectations have now been crushed. Fear should replace that.
Some could call what has already been said as blasphemy against my name. At least something that my subjects would spout out and want revenge for. Subjects get extremely offended when their Lords are spoken badly of, but what do their Gods care? A God may smite those who blaspheme at any time they would like. They are nothing but specks on their radars that can easily be wiped away, so why should I allow the other specks to take that job from me. i enjoy it far too much.
We should start with the leader of a so called Brotherhood in Brian Braxton. My partner in this tag team match. He thinks of himself as a devil. He attacks others with his fists and attempts to scare them with his words. Fear is his mistress and he thinks it will propel him into the future as top dog here in the XWF. I enjoy the methods you use, but they are old methods used by Old Gods. You are nothing new in this broken world, just another mortal thinking he can transcend the world into a dark future he deems euphoric. I've met many mortals in my time and none have ever enjoyed the darkness I've showed them no matter how much they begged me for it before it began. You told Scott that he should accept his demons and I thank you for that, but don't think for one second you are the cause. You will never be the cause for my rise. You will never be the cause for anyone's rise, you will only be the cause for your own fall. Do not think you are safe from the wrath of a God just because you are in the same corner as me. That is only a title you hold for one night and one night only.
You are foolish to think that Scott feeds from me, that he should use me. He is only a puppet and I am his master hoping to entertain all of you kiddie so I might earn a little extra to keep going. All I want to do in this life is make yours and everyone else's a living hell. This world and everyone on it deserves it. Nobody else on this planet deserves it more than you Brian Braxton. Attempting to create a Brotherhood of shadows to consume the weak. You are in no position to have power. You are in a position of weakness. So the same shadows you stand for should consume you. Maybe you should allow them to feed from you, to use you. Proceed with caution on Monday.
Then there is John Austin, the opponent. The man who beat Scott down last week. The man who had a rail road spike jammed into Scott. I'd say thanks to you as well. The story I have recounted was only the beginning and thanks to that spike you showed me the end. It may have been the final breaking point for Scott. The flames burned him enough to allow my arrival, but your metal allowed for my control.
You assisted me, but you were not the cause. You seem to be as conflicted as Scott on who you are so I rank you both as the same man. You are both weak in the way you feel. You pretended to be a God yourself, an act that has angered me far from everything else. Then you became a mortal who admitted he was a false prophet. Were you frightened by my looming presence? No, you seemed unaware of my existence. You assume Scott is alone in this tiny world. You assume he is nothing more to you than a bump in the road. He is or, should I say, was. You've prepared everything for a fight against a broken shell of a man and now you get a real God. There is no make believe here to fulfill your childish fantasies.
I'm sorry, I keep forgetting you've belittled yourself to being a human once more. I may have had some respect for you if you were a real God, but that was always a false statement for I am the One and True God, not John Austin. Although, should I allow you to continue on after attempting to live this lie before. Should I just look the other way and allow that blasphemy to go on unnoticed? It seems that I cannot forgive you so easily nor can I forgive Braxton.
In due time Brian will be punished, but as for you my former God.
A visit to the family may need to occur. I'll tell them you sent me to say hello.
Harold Davis seems to be a silent opponent in this fight. He wants to use his fists and skill to talk instead of his words. His hubris is daunting. He assumes that he can win this without a single word, he assumes he is better than everyone else that he cannot even address even his own tag team partner. He should be made an example of.
How hubris will be the downfall of all.
Pay close attention on Monday, XWF.
Your God has returned and you are all guilty sinners. Let the flames consume you.
Until next time.