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Great Motivation: RP 3 - Sebastian Duke - 09-03-2014
I sit in my fathers cottage, staring blankly into space. Of all the people in the world that had a reason or a desire to want me dead or to want my Illuminatus eradicated, never in a million god damn years did I think one of them would be my own wife. It hurts. I won't lie. For thirty years, I didn't think I had the capacity to love another being. At least, not in a way the average person loves another. Their kids, their wives, their parents.
I met Caitlyn last year. Not long after the death of my grandmother, the one person I loved more than life itself. Not long after my thirtieth year on this planet became my 31st. It sounds so cliché, but it really was love at first sight.
Jacob was in a coma at Boston General. He hadn't really dealt too well with the death of his brother, Lucas. He was pretty vulnerable and allowed Jonathan, an outed plant from the Catholic Church, to persuade him. He allowed Jonathan to convince him that I was at fault for Lucas death. A result of which saw Jacob turn his back on me and join forces with Jonathan in an effort to take me down.
My Compound came under attack. Jonathan, Jacob and all their men tried to seize my property, but my guards, along with my other defenses stymied their efforts. In that attack, a grenade blast threw Jake against a tree. The trauma he suffered put him into a coma. I sat by his side every damn day. That's how I got to know Caitlyn. One night on the roof of the hospital, she and I conceived our son. Thaddeus.
Jake came out of his coma and returned to the Illuminatus. He has since made up for his one transgression ten fold.
A few months into her pregnancy, my father got a bug up his ass. He felt Caitlyns existence would prove detrimental to our cause. Caitlyn, after all, was, and quite apparently, still is a Catholic. Like Romeo and Juliet. Two people from opposite sides falling in love. Except I'm not Romeo. I'm Sebastian fucking Duke and the Illuminatus is and always will be priority number one.
At my fathers request, Caitlyn was apprehended and brought here to the Compound. On Christmas Eve, with the authorities hot on my trail, Asmodeus decided it was time to birth my son, and the rightful heir to the throne, while discarding the mother. It hurt. A lot. But I had to do what I had to do. I tried, yet ultimately failed to stop my father. It was the one time he was a step ahead of me.
Thaddeus was born.
Caitlyn was dead.
The antipathy I had for myself for failing to save her was tremendous. I tormented myself with her memory. That's when I called Azrael. He, with his unusual yet somehow entertaining, crashing entrance took me on a journey that I'll never forget. He gave me a magic monkey paw that grants wishes and that, I keep in a locked box for reasons you may or may not already know.
For those of you that don't know, that magic paw, while undoubtedly awesome and wonderful, comes with a price. With Azrael's alien forces that, even I'll admit, far surpasses anything even remotely human, he took me through time and space. He escorted me back in time. I needed to see scenarios. Had I been up front with Caitlyn about who I am and what I do, what would happen? Had I disregarded my fathers wishes, what would happen?
The only scenario that turned out well, was being honest with her from the very beginning. While back in time, watching myself tell Caitlyn the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, I turned to Azrael and told him that I wished I could bring her back with me. I forgot about the monkey paw. It was in my hand as I said those words and I never even realized it.
All at once, through space and time I traveled back home. I woke up and thought it was a dream. Infant Thaddeus was crying from his crib. I stepped out of bed to see what his problem was. He was just a few months old so it was only one of very few things it could have been. Diaper, food, or just wanted held. I lifted him from his crib and started for the other room to change him. That's when I saw it.
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Hanging upon the wall, above Thaddeus' crib, was a wedding photo. Caitlyn and I were married. I was shocked and stunned and thought maybe I was still dreaming. As it turned out, it was all very real.
The monkey paw is kind of a double edged sword. Bringing Caitlyn back made everything better. My life was complete. Just me, Thaddeus and Caitlyn. I'd even considered retiring from the wrestling ring that made me famous. Bringing her back though, caused a rift in the space and time continuum. A rift that saw my son fall through it.
I had to find him. I traveled through time to find my son and found him in some odd alternate time line 500 years into the future past. What I mean by that, is that it was the year 2514, yet nothing was futuristic. In fact, it was more like the 1300's than the 2000's. Horses, tyrannical Kings, militias, castles, which incidentally, if not ironically, my Compound was the castle for the American Empire. It was called Duke castle. I never did find out why.
Long story short, my son, who was just an infant when he fell through the rift, was now a 15 year old boy. He'd met a girl here that he liked a lot. King George, the maniacal midget King, he wasn't really a midget, but everyone seemed no taller than about five and a half feet tall, he'd killed the girl in order to intimidate myself, Thaddeus, the militia.
I was back here in my native time line when that all went down. When I went back to 2514, my boy had just taken off. He intended to kill that King. He was caught and about ready to be hanged when I arrived on the scene. One shot with my arrow saved his ass. The chase and the fight was on. I was separated from him by guards and several hundred feet. He fought and killed his way into the castle.
My young son, was every bit the warrior I am. It was a proud moment.
By the time I made it into the castle, it was too late. King George fired a bullet into my son from a 1700's era pistol. A raging inferno of anger and hurt coursed through my body. I held Thaddeus in my arms as he drew his last breath. I beheaded that King and brought both his head, and my son, back to 2014 with me.
That's when everything changed.
I went cold, and dark, like a dead star.
Caitlyn left.
Thaddeus was entombed.
I wore George's face as a mask over my own as I relentlessly destroyed family after family in the Old Saybrook area. I was apprehended and ready to stand trial and probably receive the death penalty. My men worked tirelessly to ensure that didn't happen.
JACOB, THE MESSENGER: “Sebastian?”
I was let go on a technicality. Double Jeopardy protects me from standing trial again unless new evidence arises.
FATHER ASMODEUS: “Son?”
Jacob saw to it that no new evidence exists. For that, I'm forever indebted to him.
MATTHEW, THE GENIUS: “Your Highness?”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “What?”
JACOB, THE MESSENGER: “We've been trying to talk to you for a half hour.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Sorry. I must have zoned out.”
Asmodeus stands up from his chair.
FATHER ASMODEUS: “Son, I'm sorry its come to this. I suspected her all along. That's why I needed you out of the way. You'd never be willing to let me do what needs to be done.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Do we know what was in those files and documents she's sending out?”
MATTHEW, THE GENIUS: “No sir. I've tried everything I know to decipher the encryption. Unfortunately, whatever the encryption is, is beyond my expertise.”
I stand up from the sofa and shove the sofa out of the way.
FATHER ASMODEUS: “What are you doing?”
I peel bag the area rug, revealing the secret door in the floor before lifting the door open.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I'm going to see the Cardinal.”
I head down into the depths below my fathers cottage. Twenty feet below the Earth, is his secret laboratory. Within it, his brigade of Nazi bunnies, and the captive Cardinal from the monastery we burned to the ground outside of Paris.
Matthew, Jacob and my father all follow me into the depths. My thumbprint no longer works on the security panel.
FATHER ASMODEUS: “When I thought I had to kill you, I removed you from any access to the lab.”
Ass.
The lock releases and the door opens with a rush of air. Once inside, it locks behind us.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Open the cell.”
Asmodeus has kept the Cardinal in a cell not unlike Hannibal Lecter in the film Silence of the Lambs.
FATHER ASMODEUS: “But, what if...”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “There's four of us and one old frail Cardinal. Open the damn cell.”
He punches in a few numbers into the keypad and the cell unlocks. Cardinal George sits on his cot, staring up at me as I enter. Matthew bring in a chair and sets it down behind me. I take a seat.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “What have you got to say for yourself?”
CARDINAL GEORGE: “You are quite a large man, Mr. Duke.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I'm also extremely pissed off, so Cardinal, I'd choose your words carefully.”
CARDINAL GEORGE: “Can I ask you something?”
I nod as a response, rather than speak.
CARDINAL GEORGE: “Do you ever plan to release me?”
Again, I speak no words. I only shake my head.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Cardinal, its time we had a real talk.”
CARDINAL GEORGE: “Well then, since I have been here for Lord only knows how long, and I've not had so much as one conversation since I've been here, I shall do you that honor.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “What do you know about the Illuminatus?”
The Cardinal leans back against the wall and grins.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Cardinal, I asked you a question. I expect an answer.”
CARDINAL GEORGE: “Mr. Duke, everyone, from the priesthood to the Holy Father himself, we all know of your existence. For you to think otherwise is quite naive on your part, don't you think?”
I lean back in my chair, but say nothing.
CARDINAL GEORGE: “In the days when the Church eradicated the Illuminatus, we knew then, that there were cells in hiding. Despite all of our trying, Mr. Duke, we could not flush them out.
“We knew then, that you'd be back. When were not sure when, exactly. Even then, we were preparing for that inevitability. For centuries we trained and prepared mercenaries to annihilate the Illuminatus for the day that you would show your faces.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “It won't work.”
CARDINAL GEORGE: “Pardon?”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “The Catholic Church, and their plan to exterminate us. It won't work.”
CARDINAL GEORGE: “Perhaps you are right. It is quite possible it will not. You and your kind have proven yourselves quite a formidable foe. You have to admit though, Mr. Duke. We are much tougher than you expected.”
That much is true. Still, I won't give him the satisfaction.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Did you know the Church has a plant?”
CARDINAL GEORGE: “More then you realize, sir.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “What do you mean?”
CARDINAL GEORGE: “If you think the bastard son of Pope Benedict was the only one, you my friend, are wrong.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “How many?”
Ahh, Jonathan. The memories.
He grins again.
CARDINAL GEORGE: “Accounts vary, sir. Anywhere from four to a dozen. Depending on who you ask.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “You know I'll find them. I will extract and exterminate all treasonous traitors, Cardinal. Then, I will cut off the head of the Catholic Church and watch the body die.”
His grin disappears.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I've killed one mole, and we've just discovered another.”
CARDINAL GEORGE: “Correction. You have killed two infiltrators.”
What?
CARDINAL GEORGE: “Does the name, Lucas Anderson ring a bell.”
JACOB, THE MESSENGER: “You mother f....”
Jake bursts through. I jump out of my chair and stop him before he can do anything.
CARDINAL GEORGE: “He spoke kindly of you, Jacob. He wished he could get you on board.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Cardinal, our latest traitor is sending encrypted files to the Vatican. What files are you after?”
CARDINAL GEORGE: “You know exactly what it is, Mr. Duke.
“The evidence you have in your possession that suggests Jesus Christ was a mere mortal man.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Proves, Cardinal. Not suggests, proves.”
CARDINAL GEORGE: “Tomato, tom-ah-to.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I will end the Catholic Church, Cardinal. My Illuminatus will occupy Vatican City. The Square? Ours. The Basilica? Ours. Everything you Catholics hold so near and dear to your hearts, will be ours.”
I leave the cell, ending our conversation. The four of us head back upstairs. Once the secret door is closed up and the carpet and sofa replaced, things are quiet. Matthew sits on the sofa, Asmodeus in his chair, I stand and stare into the fire, and Jake? He stares out the window.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Jake.”
JACOB, THE MESSENGER: “I knew. I just didn't want anyone to know I knew.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “You're serious?”
JACOB, THE MESSENGER: “I couldn't bring myself to sign his death warrant, Sebastian.”
I can't say I blame him.
FATHER ASMODEUS: “The important thing, is what do we do with the Cardinal? And Caitlyn?”
A moment of silence. I pick up the bottle of Bourbon and take a large swallow.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Hang 'em.
“St. Peters Square. Hang both of the mother fuckers.”
In a moment of frustration, I throw the bottle into the fireplace, causing it to become like a small, contained explosion. I storm out of my fathers front door...
Fade to Darkness.