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Mr. Oz · (09-24-2016)

"I know how to sharpen my blades. Do you know how sharp they are right now? Well, heh, you'll see it soon. I know of Baron Samedi. Do you not know your own God? Samedi brings souls to the underworld.

Did I not tell you that I am the Father of the Underworld?

HOW MANY TIMES WILL YOU DISRESPECT ME, CHILD!?

You know nothing of your own people. Why the loa help you, I know not, because you do not even respect them! You call upon their help, but you do nothing to earn their favor. It sickens me. You are gifted by them, but you do not truly understand them!"

He stood up and his scythe seemingly appeared in his hand, and he slammed the butt of it against stone making a loud click sound out

"You do not deserve any of the power you've been granted by them!"

He then chuckled softly

"But I am not worried. Because when I beat you, I will take your soul down to the Underworld. You will not be able to go and be judged by anyone but me. I will take your soul, and I will take it apart, put it together then pull it apart, only to repeat this time and time and again.

You talk about my wife and ADOPTED daughter? You think Death doesn't know that in the end, only he will remain? I seek out the affection of mortals, because there are things that are great to feel, and only the touch of another can fulfill the physical nature of the mortal shell. Most Gods of Death have their significant other. They seek out the comfort of the mortal flesh. I am no different.

Alysia will die some day. Fuzen will grow up, and she too, will pass. Should she have children, they will grow, die, and the process continues on. I am prepared for the day they pass, and I will bring them, by myself, to where they belong: the Heavens.

You will either respect me and my power, Z, or I will destroy you. It is that simple. You continue to disrespect me, continue to try and tell me what I should be if I were truly Death. Yet you fucking know nothing.

Every day that passes, the screams continue to grow, Z. The louder your screams become."

Oswald was in his gym, at the leg press machine. It was set to seven hundred and thirty pounds, and he was at his tenth repetition on his first set. In would come his wife, but not instead of holding Fuzen in her arms, she was bent over a little and Fuzen was walking on almost her own. However when they were half-way to him, Alysia let go of Fuzen's arms, and the child wiggled, gaining her balance, and then moving over to her daddy. He gently brought his legs down to rest as he picked her up and kissed her cheek while she slapped him.

"Owwww!"

He then grinned before turning her to rest upon his shoulder, facing the board and he began to push the weights back then let them fall down, and he watched her legs wiggle and move as if trying to mimick him. It made him laugh softly. He brought his hands to her sides and held her with her little feet pressing against the board. As he pushed forward, he moved her with it, to make it seem like she was doing it. Then she made the motion to bring her feet back and he moved her with it, and he held her up turning her and smiled wide

"Wow! Such a strong girl you are! Daddy is so proud, Fuzen!"

He kissed her forehead, as she laughed at her accomplishment. He then held her up to Alysia, who then took her.

"He's right, Fuzen! You're so strong! You're gonna end up being stronger than your daddy!"

He laughed heartily, before grunting as he continued to push on the board then lower it.

"Maybe one day I'll be that strong, right Ozzy?

He turned his head and smiled to her

"Of course, Ally."

She turned around and placed Fuzen down, and they both walked out, while Ghost Tank watched Alysia's ass,

"That ass of yours is going to be especially delectable."

He laughed and so did she as he continued on his training regimen.

"Z, there's some things you will not understand. This is normal. You think that the only deities are yours. However, you constantly fail to realize, before Vodou, there was centuries of other deities. More powerful than yours. More powerful than you. Yours is a new religion, from the fifteenth or sixteenth century, I can't remember. However, your deities are based primarily on the ones that have died prior to your religion beginning.

That describes Vodou, doesn't it? Building something off the dead. I dig it. Mostly because it is what I do. The more I kill, the stronger I become. You, however, are nothing compared to me.

Bow down to me, Z, and I will grant you a merciful death. I will do as I would for my family, and bring you to the heavens.

Continue to defy me, to disrespect me, and you will realize the folly of your decisions to continue on in this fight. I will rend soul from mortal shell, and I will torture for all eternity. I will make you into my little puppet. I will make you dance in limbo. I will keep the Ghede loa away from ever touching and bringing you to the Underworld and I will bring them into their eternal slumber if they decide to try and save you.

All of the screams are coming, Z. Will you bow or will you continue to fight? Because I shall let you know now...

I will hurt... you.

The screams are getting louder, Z. The ones of my past, yours from the future. They are the most beautiful sounds in the land.

CanYouHearTheScreams?

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