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Baalberith · (08-12-2013)

A middle aged, robust man with thick rimmed glasses and a nervous look about him is sitting at a computer on a dull metal desk. It is obvious he is sitting in a cubicle, the small area is lined with grey walls and pictures of the man and his wife, and children along the walls and a family picture of himself, his wife and their three boys on his desk. As he anxiously scrolls the pages with his mouse he looks around the small cubicle, as if paranoid someone may be watching, then continues before finally coming upon a page that shines a dark, brooding red throughout the tiny cubicle. As his eyes scam the page a small grin crosses his face and he closes his eyes tightly for a moment, before reaching into his desk and pulling out a white candle, placing it on the desk and lighting it with a lighter he pulled from his pocket. As the candles begins burning the man looks back up to his computer and begins talking in a surprisingly high pitched voice for a man of his size.

"Lord Beezlebub, by your grace, grant me, I pray thee the power to conceive in my mind and to execute it which I desire to do, the end which I would attain by thy help, Mighty Beezlebub, the one True God who lives and reigns forever and ever. I entreat thee to inspire B.........."

The man stops suddenly as if he was being choked and he slumped to the floor with a loud thud as the candle goes out, the picture glass shatters and the computer screen goes black for a moment, leaving the scene in darkness, before the red screen slowly returns, revealing a hooded figure sitting where just moments ago the man had slumped from. The figure speaks in a deep croaking voice as he slowly picks the candle up off the desk, and begins fidgeting with it in his hand.

"White, of all the colours, he chooses white."

He sets the candle back on the desk and draws a deep breath that rattles throughout the cubicle.

"Funny thing white, you know it's technically a shade, although it's a reflection of every colour. Black on the other hand is also a shade, but it represents a complete absence of colour, and then there's all the shades of grey, with it's abundance of certain colours and absence of others I find it all so very interesting."

He chuckles deeply his hand runs along the computer desk slowly.

"See while some sheep around here see in white, some in black, you all know who you are, I live in that area of grey, where there is no right, no wrong, it just is."

A snap comes from under the hood and the candle instantly springs back to life, shining extremely bright for a few seconds before almost instantaneously melting into a small pool of wax onto the table.

"While some blindly seek out their gods there are those of us that do not look for consolation through hand outs from others, and it is that select group of us who will inherent the earth when the seven headed beast arises, not those who seek charity and solace through vicarious means, like some in the XWF."

He chuckles again, as he brings his hand up to the cloak shrouding his face as if to take it off but he stops halfway before his face is revealed.

"No, it is not my time to reveal, you all witnessed the secretary of Hell the first time, the second coming will be much worse, it is foretold in the writings of the library."

He pulls his hand back and with a blinding light is gone, and the computer screen goes black, as the shattered glass from the picture juts out from the melted white candle like stalagmites from a cavern floor.

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