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Thy Will Be Done: RP 9
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Sebastian Duke Offline
Registered but either hasn't added self to a roster yet or doesn't RP



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(heel alignment but liked by many; has earned respect despite breaking the rules often)


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09-08-2014, 10:13 AM


Saturday, September 6, 2014 – 5:06 AM – Local Time – St. Peters Square – Vatican City








It is not without some regret, that I do what I do. People have killed in the name of war and in the name of peace for as long as there have been humans upon this Earth. In my war against the Catholic Church, I do what I do, not because I choose to, but because I have to. I do what I have to do in order to survive. In order to preserve our way of life and uphold our beliefs.

The mere thought that there is a supreme being or entity watching everything we do is completely insane. The thought that a man named Jesus Christ was crucified upon the cross then resurrected himself later makes any normal, rational human being laugh. Make no mistake about it. Jesus Christ was a living breathing human being. Yet he was only that. A mortal being.

I'm not an atheist, at least not in the most strict sense of the word. The reality is that all men and women are atheist. The difference between us all, regardless of race, religion, or creed, is that some of us believe in one less God.

I believe in physics and science. I believe that science is our creator. Nothing and no one will ever convince me otherwise. My goal within the Illuminatus, is to destroy the belief that Jesus Christ or anyone else anything more than a mortal being. To destroy organized religion as we know it. To occupy the very city I stand in and call it our own. To begin a new faith of freedom. A new faith in science. When you look into the skies, you see our God. The universe as a whole is our God. For we were all created out of gasses and dusts in the proverbial wind.

Jonathan tried to stop me.

Cardinal George tried to stop me.

Caitlyn Nguyen, Caitlyn Duke, Amber Bertoli. Whatever you choose to call her, tried to stop me. Yet I still stand and breathe. I live, because they failed. They will always fail. Tonight, the latter two swing from an obelisk in Saint Peters Square.



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In order to achieve this. Other actions must be taken. Vatican City is patrolled by the Swiss Guard. They could quite easily see us, stop us, arrest us, kill us. Whatever they choose. Therefore, a distraction of some kind must be utilized in order to get their attention looking the other way. A diversion in which Jacob worked hard on.




SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Are we set?”



I ask after pushing the 'talk' button on my head set.



JACOB, THE MESSENGER: “James is setting the last one in place now.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Your ETA?”

JACOB, THE MESSENGER: “He's six minutes from me, its two minutes, thirteen seconds from me to you.”



That's pretty precise.

Matthew and I sit within the black Mercedes cargo van with darkened windows. The martyrs remain bound and gagged in the back. While we wait, I start snapping pictures. For mementos and bragging rights. The Basilica. The papal apartment. The archives. All of it with a date and time stamp. Later, when the time is right, I intend to taunt the Church with the photos.

A few of my men get into position beneath the obelisk, posing as tourists. Amid the distraction, Jacob will fly in to Vatican City with a chopper, posing as a news station out of Rome. He will maneuver the craft just to the side of the obelisk, which is quite risky. One wrong move, they're all dead. Once in position, my men will position two long ropes just below the crucifix that sits at the top. In order for the ropes to carry any weight without the risk of damaging the structure, they'll have to make sure the ropes fall to the stone tip of the obelisk. We leave nothing to chance.

I hear the chopper in the distance as its propellers chop through the wind.




JACOB, THE MESSENGER: “Thirty seconds out.”



Jacob comes through my ear piece loud and clear.



SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Detonate!”



No more than 5 seconds later, explosions start going off all over Rome, on the outskirts of Vatican City. Within a few minutes, all of Rome and the small city state itself will be awake and coalescing out of our way. The Swiss Guard will surely leave their posts.

Sirens begin to stir.

As I hoped, people all over the city; residents, Swiss Guard, tourists, they all start looking and heading toward the exit. Rome lies just outside the walls of Vatican City. As the sun begins to rise on the heart of the Catholic Church, fires rage all over its soul that is Rome.

Jacob glides the chopper in over the walls of the city and has a near miss with the obelisk as he steadies it. James works quickly, as he accurately tosses the extremely long, lopped, double noose rope over the crucifix at the top of the structure. Seconds later, the noose end fall toward the ground. Asmodeus and I spring to action. We escort our victims toward the obelisk. Our men on the ground have 3 foot high stools already in position. When we reach the obelisk, the men place both Caitlyn and the Cardinal on opposite sides of the obelisk, their feet standing on the stools. At this time, the nooses are placed around their necks and tightened slightly.

In unison, my father and I recite the Lord's prayer. His version, Latin, as he stands below and beside the Cardinal. Mine, English, as I stand in a similar position near Caitlyn. The prayer is significant, to both Catholics and Illuminatus. Albeit, for very different reasons and very different meanings.




FATHER ASMODEUS: “Pater noster qui in caelis es sanctificetur nomen tuum.

“Adveniat regnum tuum.

“Fiat voluntas tua in terris sicut in caelis.

“Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie.

“Et dimitte nobis debita nostra, sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris.

“Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo, quia tuum est regnum, et potestas, et gloria in saecula. Amen. Si enim dimiseritis hominibus peccata eorum: dimittet et vobis Pater vester cælestis delicta vestra si autem non dimiseritis hominibus: nec Pater vester dimittet peccata vestra.”

SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Our Father thou art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.

“Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.

“Give us this day our daily bread.

“And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.

“And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil:

“For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen. For if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you: But if ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.”



Unplanned, yet perfectly timed, both my father and I kick the stools out from under those standing upon them. Both Caitlyn and the Cardinal plunge toward the Earth, stopping just a foot from the ground. We watch as they suffocate and struggle to breathe. Within a minute or two, the struggle is over.

My father, the men and I head to the van and begin to make our way through the ample foot traffic. I minor inconvenience we could not avoid. As we round the corner just outside the Vatican City entrance, some people start to scream and yell, most likely reacting to the grizzly sight we've left behind. I look in the mirror, and watch at residents, tourists, police and Swiss Guard all start to run back into the Vatican.



Fade to Darkness.








Current Day, on board Air Darkness One.



Tonight is the night. The be all, end all in this friendly feud between Azrael Erebus and myself. It ends tonight, only because I fully expect to win. It is personal between he and I. Not in a sense that he wronged me, because he didn't. It's personal, because I need this win. I want this win. I want and I need to beat Azrael Erebus.

Much like you just witnessed the end of the Cardinal and my wife, tonight, you witness the end of Azrael's win streak over the King of Darkness.

Just as the funeral bells toll for the Cardinal all over Rome today, the bell tolls for thee, Azrael. From bell to bell tonight only one thing will be on my mind and that is victory.

Victory!

I achieve that elusive victory over Azrael Erebus tonight within the hellish structure that is the chamber of horrors. From bell to bell I will ruthlessly and relentlessly decimate Azrael Erebus, my friend, from head to toe. I will show no mercy.

I will defeat my greatest in-ring adversary because failure is not an option.

I will defeat Azrael Erebus because the world needs to get reacquainted with just who the hell I really am.

The new world that is the Xtreme Wrestling Federation needs to know the King of Darkness. They need to know that I'm not a man to be taken lightly. There isn't a damn thing that can stop me, and all of you need to realize that.

Azrael spends time demeaning the man that gets him whatever he wants. If I were Paul Heyman, and thankfully I'm not, I'd see to it that somewhere down the line, Azrael Erebus is taught a lesson in respect. You never bite the hand that feeds you, especially if that hand has fat laden, sausage stained fingers and are connected to not only your own business manager, but the guy that employs you on his roster.

Of course, that's between the two of you, not us.

In Heymans defense I think he knows what he's doing. Madness is live from the Los Angeles Coliseum and its sold out. You think all those fans bought tickets to see Gator and Vinnie Lane? Gilmour? That stupid fuck from some other wrestling company?

No, they came to see Duke and Azrael one more time. No interference. Just you and I trapped inside a chamber. Just to see if the third time really is the charm. Trust me when I say this: it is.

Just out of curiosity, have you spent enough time sucking on Sawyers clit yet? I mean, I've hardly even heard from you this week. I'm starting to feel neglected here. Did she finally let you in her pants? Are you guys playing 'tag team' champions somewhere?

It's fine, really.

It just that, you are forcing me to smack you down for equating my desire to beat you with my desire to end the Catholic Church. I don't even know how you made that connection. There is no connection yet you somehow bridged that gap. I could live without defeating you, even though tonight, I will do exactly that, defeat you. I can't die before ending the Catholic Church. See the difference?

I never thought of you as a guy that put himself on a pedestal. Trying to equate things from my professional life to my personal life is truly asinine as neither are the same as the other. To talk yourself into being on equal footing with the Catholic Church is pretty pathetic. It takes a small man to think so highly of himself as you do.

For the life of me, I can not figure out why you think I accepted John Madison as my friend. He's never been my friend. There's a lot of evidence to that. I'm positive I damn near killed him once. In fact, the only reason John Madison lives today is because Nathaniel Idenhaus, you know, NAZI, saved his ass and stopped me from putting a bullet in his skull.

Azrael, I need you to know, in fact I need the entire Xtreme Wrestling Federation to know, that The Black Circle may be quiet, but its certainly not dead. At some point down the line, when the time is right, The Black Circle will reemerge. We are as strong as we ever were. Do not confuse dormancy with death. You do that at your own risk.




Quote:And now, he's going to state names along with his, like they should be noted. Names that are irrelevant now. Hmmmm? Are you trying to tell us something Duke? Are you preparing us all for your departure when you fall and take the loss again? Are you readying the people and hinting at what will happen, after I claim victory number three over you?



Allow me to zoom in on the key word of that entire statement, Azrael.

NOW.

Names that are irrelevant now. They are irrelevant to todays XWF but that does not change the fact that at one time, they very much were relevant names. It only adds to the fact that as irrelevant as those names are today, the one continuous name attached to theirs is Sebastian Duke. Through all of those names, I'm the one that survives. I'm the one that's still here kicking ass and taking names. I'm the one, that's done it all.

The time for talk is drawing to a close, Azrael.

I'm glad you have convinced yourself that beating me is twice, with outside help is good enough for you. Yet, you've never beat me straight up. As hard as we've pushed each other in the past, you think two victories over me that you didn't accomplish alone is enough to raise your status above mine?

It's not happening. There is no interference, Azrael. You've never once proven that you can beat me.

“Not owning up to a loss in a team battle,” those were your words in reference to something you think I would do. In reality, Azrael, as much as you point your bony little fingers at me, it is you that you should be pointing at. It is you that doesn't own up to the fact you have never beaten me without interference.

I'm winless against you. I've freely admitted that. I am man enough to admit when someone, at least for one night, was better than me, and you Azrael Erebus have NEVER been better than me!

You, together with John Madison were better than me.

You, together with Eli were better than me.

Azrael Erebus can't stand by himself and claim to be better than I am because he's never, ever beaten me by himself. Tonight, my little friend, you have your chance. It's too bad though, for you...

Madness is the Kingdom of the stars, and tonight its too biggest come out to do it again, one... last... time...

Azrael Erebus, the King of Darkness is coming to Madness...

Thy Kingdom come!

Thy will be done!




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