Post by Masao Akiyama on Mar 1, 2018 17:46:20 GMT
“Well, somebody had to go and play spoiler didn’t they?”
We face in on Devlin behind a pulpit and opening his arms in the almost angelic manner with a smile.
“Welcome to the Church of Destiny, and welcome to the Age of Gods.”
Devlin shook his head.
“In another cruel twist of the knife I now have to contend with Andrew Jacobsen now being participant of the Roulette instead of my ultimate target.”
Devlin frowns.
“So we lament for the fall for the North Star, may he rise again, one day AJ we’re gonna roll and it is going to be –epic- instead, let us pray.”
Devlin pushes his hands together.
“Our father, who’s name is Blake, Hallowed be your name, Thy Spikeling Comes your will be done ‘til Roulette and Nights Of the Immortal.”
A sly smirk.
“Give me each day my daily strength to be the destiny dealer, to Godslay, and display all the awesomeness.”
Devlin pauses and sighs taking a moment to pull off the dog collar and push the Pulpit over with a foot again and shake his head.
“You see. I’ve seen you, I’ve heard you but I do not believe in you Angel Blake.”
A pause.
“You aren’t big, you aren’t clever what you are Is a man who worships violence, a man who is weak and petty what you are is a man just asking for an ass kicking.”
Devlin beckons his hands towards the screen with a ‘ bring it’ gesture.
“You stand at the top of the mountain and you are beckoning somebody to step up and take you down.”
A wide grin.
“Challenge, accepted."
On with the sermon.
A"I choose the hard way. No OFN challenges and no cheap streets I choose the most difficult path that can be place ahead of me and that is beating the rest of the roster in the Roulette, why? Because nobody thinks I can, why? Because I am King of the impossible why?”
Devlin smiled brightly.
“Because I’m done with settling for second best, I’m done with sitting back and the only way to get noticed is to do something spectacular.”
A small smirk.
“Of course there’s every chance that the wind will once again shift before Night of the Immortals, there’s every chance that the man I face isn’t Angel Blake but somebody else but I am making not just a promise but a vow that I will be going to Night of The Immortals as the winner of the Roulette, and unlike some of you I’m not going to wait I am going to make damn sure you get sick of hearing me talk about it.”
She shakes his head
.
“I don’t care if you’re Robert Verona, Mike Laszlo, Sandman, Spike Kane ,Cable Arcane, GOD Himself , You have one destiny –one future and that is your ass on the floor both feet on the ground all whist the Omens are screamed to the sky.”
Devlin raises his hands to the sky.
“For there Is No Fate but what We make, No destiny but what is dealt. And I will see you all real damn soon! Some of are already defying the Age of Gods!”
Devlin’s brows wiggle and he turns his back on the camera and we fade to black as he walks away
We face in on Devlin behind a pulpit and opening his arms in the almost angelic manner with a smile.
“Welcome to the Church of Destiny, and welcome to the Age of Gods.”
Devlin shook his head.
“In another cruel twist of the knife I now have to contend with Andrew Jacobsen now being participant of the Roulette instead of my ultimate target.”
Devlin frowns.
“So we lament for the fall for the North Star, may he rise again, one day AJ we’re gonna roll and it is going to be –epic- instead, let us pray.”
Devlin pushes his hands together.
“Our father, who’s name is Blake, Hallowed be your name, Thy Spikeling Comes your will be done ‘til Roulette and Nights Of the Immortal.”
A sly smirk.
“Give me each day my daily strength to be the destiny dealer, to Godslay, and display all the awesomeness.”
Devlin pauses and sighs taking a moment to pull off the dog collar and push the Pulpit over with a foot again and shake his head.
“You see. I’ve seen you, I’ve heard you but I do not believe in you Angel Blake.”
A pause.
“You aren’t big, you aren’t clever what you are Is a man who worships violence, a man who is weak and petty what you are is a man just asking for an ass kicking.”
Devlin beckons his hands towards the screen with a ‘ bring it’ gesture.
“You stand at the top of the mountain and you are beckoning somebody to step up and take you down.”
A wide grin.
“Challenge, accepted."
On with the sermon.
A"I choose the hard way. No OFN challenges and no cheap streets I choose the most difficult path that can be place ahead of me and that is beating the rest of the roster in the Roulette, why? Because nobody thinks I can, why? Because I am King of the impossible why?”
Devlin smiled brightly.
“Because I’m done with settling for second best, I’m done with sitting back and the only way to get noticed is to do something spectacular.”
A small smirk.
“Of course there’s every chance that the wind will once again shift before Night of the Immortals, there’s every chance that the man I face isn’t Angel Blake but somebody else but I am making not just a promise but a vow that I will be going to Night of The Immortals as the winner of the Roulette, and unlike some of you I’m not going to wait I am going to make damn sure you get sick of hearing me talk about it.”
She shakes his head
.
“I don’t care if you’re Robert Verona, Mike Laszlo, Sandman, Spike Kane ,Cable Arcane, GOD Himself , You have one destiny –one future and that is your ass on the floor both feet on the ground all whist the Omens are screamed to the sky.”
Devlin raises his hands to the sky.
“For there Is No Fate but what We make, No destiny but what is dealt. And I will see you all real damn soon! Some of are already defying the Age of Gods!”
Devlin’s brows wiggle and he turns his back on the camera and we fade to black as he walks away
Well howdy there pardner.