Post by ADudeFromCLE on Jul 16, 2017 18:42:57 GMT
We open up in an old looking concrete hallway. Torches line the walls ever 10 yards or so, we see a figure step into the light, he slowly raises his hands and all the torches go from a yellow and orange fire to green. The man, who we can now see is Kole Kaos as he removes the hood of his duster jacket off over his head.
"The Vatican Necropolis, otherwise known as the Vatican catacombs. Not many are allowed to wander down here, and even fewer know of its secret entrances and exits. But what I seek is not here, this is just a path to where I need to go."
He continues walking down the hall way till he stops, he feels around on the wall for a second then presses a brick into the wall, a door slowly sings inwards then slides over.
"The Archivum Secretum Apostolicum Vaticanum. Otherwise known to you peasants as the Vatican Secret Archives, an even more secure and hidden area. Years and years ago the Vatican "opened" their archives to scholars and students but what they failed to mention was the secret wing of the Archives, the documents, treasures, and knowledge they stole from around the world, that they hide, here in this secret chamber."
He enters a huge library type room that is lowly lit. Not by fire, but my electricity.
"There is knowledge in this room that would make mere mortals head's explode if they ever learned the truth. The truth about Mary and her children. The truth about Jesus and his wife and his continued linage. The truth about Peter the Conman I mean apostle. Things the church have hide for centuries because they know if even a fraction of this knowledge, these truths, came out it would ruin them."
He opens a chest sitting on the floor. It is filled to the brim with gold coins the world hasn’t seen in centuries.
"Treasures from forgotten nations. Rapped and pillaged from them by the church. I'd burn this whole room down if it didn’t serve my needs."
He turns down an isle of books. He tilts his head as he looks at the spines. He stops and pulls out leather bound folder. He takes it back over to the "main" area of the room where there is a desk with a lamp on it, he opens up the folder and pulls out some parchments, he unrolls them on the desk and smiles.
"Wisdom and knowledge recorded and handed down from generation to generation until the church seized it and hid it. Even in the 14th century the Aztecs understood the power of what you mortals call magic. But most importantly, they understood how to bind, and unbind the power of an object to a person."
He reads over the scrolls, then a slight evil smile creeps across his face.
"Of course. To take the power of Zasshu I need to call on the power of Xolotl. The Aztec god of Lighting and Death."
He grabs another scroll and continues reading, turning his head up for a second to listen as he thought he heard something, then continues to read.
"’To fully harness the power of an object of power from another being one must either kill the original host’...don't think they will allow that to happen in the ring but...mistakes do happen...’or one has to make the host...surrender the power’...I've already done that."
He rolls up the scrolls and puts them back into the leather bound carrying case.
"I've already made you submit to me Akirho. You've already willingly gave up the power of Zasshu to me in our last encounter, this time, this time I claim my prize. I claim my trophy so I can harness that power. I will have the mask of Zasshu and the powers of the Inugami trapped in it WILL BE MINE!"
Kole's head perks up as he hears clanging down the hallway, the sound getting louder with each passing second.
"Akirho, you've mistakenly put your pride before your brains once again, and this time you will pay the ultimate price, where Laura is trying to sue you for what she views as her property, I will TAKE from you, and claim it as MY OWN. I hope you treasure that lock of hair you were able to pry from my skull because that is the ONLY hair you will get from me. This week right here in Italy, I will take what is mine, and there is not a damn thing you, or anyone else can do about it.
Welcome to the age of Kaos Akirho."
The door on the far wall busts up and 4 of those crazy dressed Vatican guards come rushing into the room all holding pole-arms. Kole quickly raises his hands.
"Pray."
All the lights go out, the guards yelling at each other in Italian, sounding confused, a few moments later the lights come back on and they have the table surrounded where Kole was, but all that is left there now is a pile of green ash on the floor.
"The Vatican Necropolis, otherwise known as the Vatican catacombs. Not many are allowed to wander down here, and even fewer know of its secret entrances and exits. But what I seek is not here, this is just a path to where I need to go."
He continues walking down the hall way till he stops, he feels around on the wall for a second then presses a brick into the wall, a door slowly sings inwards then slides over.
"The Archivum Secretum Apostolicum Vaticanum. Otherwise known to you peasants as the Vatican Secret Archives, an even more secure and hidden area. Years and years ago the Vatican "opened" their archives to scholars and students but what they failed to mention was the secret wing of the Archives, the documents, treasures, and knowledge they stole from around the world, that they hide, here in this secret chamber."
He enters a huge library type room that is lowly lit. Not by fire, but my electricity.
"There is knowledge in this room that would make mere mortals head's explode if they ever learned the truth. The truth about Mary and her children. The truth about Jesus and his wife and his continued linage. The truth about Peter the Conman I mean apostle. Things the church have hide for centuries because they know if even a fraction of this knowledge, these truths, came out it would ruin them."
He opens a chest sitting on the floor. It is filled to the brim with gold coins the world hasn’t seen in centuries.
"Treasures from forgotten nations. Rapped and pillaged from them by the church. I'd burn this whole room down if it didn’t serve my needs."
He turns down an isle of books. He tilts his head as he looks at the spines. He stops and pulls out leather bound folder. He takes it back over to the "main" area of the room where there is a desk with a lamp on it, he opens up the folder and pulls out some parchments, he unrolls them on the desk and smiles.
"Wisdom and knowledge recorded and handed down from generation to generation until the church seized it and hid it. Even in the 14th century the Aztecs understood the power of what you mortals call magic. But most importantly, they understood how to bind, and unbind the power of an object to a person."
He reads over the scrolls, then a slight evil smile creeps across his face.
"Of course. To take the power of Zasshu I need to call on the power of Xolotl. The Aztec god of Lighting and Death."
He grabs another scroll and continues reading, turning his head up for a second to listen as he thought he heard something, then continues to read.
"’To fully harness the power of an object of power from another being one must either kill the original host’...don't think they will allow that to happen in the ring but...mistakes do happen...’or one has to make the host...surrender the power’...I've already done that."
He rolls up the scrolls and puts them back into the leather bound carrying case.
"I've already made you submit to me Akirho. You've already willingly gave up the power of Zasshu to me in our last encounter, this time, this time I claim my prize. I claim my trophy so I can harness that power. I will have the mask of Zasshu and the powers of the Inugami trapped in it WILL BE MINE!"
Kole's head perks up as he hears clanging down the hallway, the sound getting louder with each passing second.
"Akirho, you've mistakenly put your pride before your brains once again, and this time you will pay the ultimate price, where Laura is trying to sue you for what she views as her property, I will TAKE from you, and claim it as MY OWN. I hope you treasure that lock of hair you were able to pry from my skull because that is the ONLY hair you will get from me. This week right here in Italy, I will take what is mine, and there is not a damn thing you, or anyone else can do about it.
Welcome to the age of Kaos Akirho."
The door on the far wall busts up and 4 of those crazy dressed Vatican guards come rushing into the room all holding pole-arms. Kole quickly raises his hands.
"Pray."
All the lights go out, the guards yelling at each other in Italian, sounding confused, a few moments later the lights come back on and they have the table surrounded where Kole was, but all that is left there now is a pile of green ash on the floor.
Well howdy there pardner.