Post by Angel Blake on May 27, 2018 20:47:11 GMT
Like a stone gargoyle forever overlooking a city, Angel Blake stood silently as he looked from above on the courtyard, watching his great Saint Michael and his daughter, Dawn. A slight sneer spread across the pale painted lips of the Lord as another shadow joined him in the open window.
”What troubles you, my Lord?”
The Oracle spoke to him with respect as well as concern.
”The girl.”
”She could become a problem.”
”She does not believe.”
His tone was one of annoyance more than anything as he continued to watch the father and daughter pair stroll in the open.
”Give her time, my Lord. You had to open my eyes once too.”
Gently the Oracle places his palm on the bare forearm of Angel Blake, his black eyes roll into the back of his head as he’s taken into the past. He’s standing within a crumbling house, his long black coat flowing around him like a cape, in the corner something moves.
”Rise, my child.”
”The fuck are you supposed to be!?”
A mass of filth in the shape of a man rises from the trash, fresh blood trickling from a recent injection, a belt still tightly wrapped around his left arm.
”A fucking mime or something?”
”All your life you have been looking for me, here I am.”
”The fuck?”
Blake moves with preternatural speed and grabs the shaggy drug addict slamming him up against the rotting wallpaper.
”Let-me-go-fucker!”
Blake’s grip only tightens as he slowly lifts the man off his feet with inhuman strength.
”Heroin is bad for you.”
Blake’s black eyes pierce the man’s soul as a clear liquid begins to flow from the open wound on his arm before Blake drops the man who falls to his knees coughing.
”Who- *cough* are you?”
”I am your Lord and Savior.”
”No fucking way… I don’t believe in that shit…”
Angel drops to a knee and places a chilled hand on the man’s shoulder.
”I have purified your body, I can do the same for your soul.”
Blake’s stone like hand wipes the dirt from the man’s face.
”I-”
”Come with me.”
The Lord stood up now, a light shining through the cracks in the walls giving him an unearthly glow. He reached out for the man on the ground who hesitated but felt a strange pull toward this painted savior.
”You’re… This… Isn’t possible.”
”All things are possible through me.”
With ease the Lord raised this man to his feet, the power in his grip was amazing. It was as if his body was full of electricity to the point his touch sent shivers down your spine.
”Welcome to the new age, my Oracle.”
Blake was brought back to the present as the Oracle removed his hand from the Lord’s forearm. Blake took in a deep breath before looking to the behemoth besides him.
”You will open her eyes too, I believe in you, my Lord.”
Blake simply nodded to his disciple.
”Her awakening will be magnificent.”
A terrible grins spread across his painted lips as he reached out for the Oracle’s shoulder, gripping him tight.
”Let me know when she is without Saint Michael.”
”Yes my Lord.
The Lord turned from him heading off into the dark corridor, his foot fall echoing off the stone walls as the Oracle turned back, his locking on young Dawn…
I saw you get it when you wanted it then
I gave it to you when you wanted it now
I know you're feeling that it's close to the end
Staring at me with your back on the ground
”CHARLATANS!”
“How dare you speak ill of the Lord God, the Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End! How dare you accuse the Father of All Things of being something as simple and disgusting as a man!”
“He is no MAN!”
“He isn’t some weak and feeble little beast like yourselves, Nick, Nate. He isn’t a putrid bag of rotting flesh just living day to day looking for another high! He is what he says he is! He has proved it time and again and your disbelief will be punished!’
“And your punishment will be a courtesy as he open your eyes to all that is possible in the world he made! Your disbelief will be shattered as you bare witness to what you thought impossible! You think you can just defeat him with skill and flashy moves!? Oh no, no, no it will take so much more than the power of man to fall GODS!”
“Imbeciles!”
“Heretics!”
“Your defeat at the hands of the Age of God is a certainty, I promise you this as I have foreseen it. I am the Oracle of God. I see all possible outcomes and there isn’t a single scenario where the Bourbon Street Saints walk away victorious! There is no contending with the kind of power they wield! There is no preparing for their abilities! Even if you are foolhardy enough to think you are ready you will never be ready!”
“Whole cities have fallen to their power. Sodom. Gamorrah. Wretched beings as disgusting as yourselves dared to defy their will and they were wiped out! Obliterated to the point even their bones are no more! All evidence of their existence was swept from the earth and all that is left is the story.”
“It happened.”
“The Age of Gods will do the same to you.”
“You’ve made a grave mistake doubting them. A mistake that will not only cost you the Tag Team World Cup. It will cost you everything! With their mighty hands they will stamp you out! And like the once great cities the Bourbon Street Saints will be a fable told to future generations about the GLORY OF GOD!”
“Rejoice!”
“Your sacrifice will be a fantastic tool to educate and indoctrinate!”
“No one will dare to defy God after what they witness at Night of the Immortals. The fall of the Bourbon Street Saints. The total destruction of the Bourbon Street Saints. Their utter annihilation and it will be absolutely wonderful!”
“Truly, I am envious of you. You will become legends. A story told for millennia. You should be honored. You should thank them for their generosity. It isn’t everyday disgusting wretches such as yourselves become Immortal! Who would have thought when the two of you dragged yourselves out of the mud that you’d grow up to become something special? Something more than just men?”
“It’s awe inspiring.”
“I know this great honor means nothing to you, after all my Lord is just a cheap imitation of a deity, correct? A deity who who is the current IWF World Champion. A deity who is their Hall of Fame. A deity who has ended more careers than the two of you have had matches over a twenty year period! So be not afraid of the painted man who calls himself God…”
“Be afraid of what he is capable of in that ring.”
“Be afraid of his disregard for your well being.”
“Be afraid to the multitude of ways he can and will break your body.”
“Be afraid that Spike Kane and Angel Blake are a united force. An undefeated united force. A legendary united force. Be afraid of all the beautiful ways they will tear you to pieces.”
“You don’t have to believe they are what they say they are, it doesn’t concern them. What you do have to believe in is the hell they will reign down upon you. What you have to believe in is the bodies their careers are built upon. What you have to believe in whether you like it or not is the Age of Gods is the most dominant force in the history of this company!”
“They are not to be trifled with.”
“They are not to be mocked!”
“THEY ARE TO BE WORSHIPED!”
“Whether you believe in them or not it is undeniable that they are GODS inside of that ring.”
“So my fine boys, please bring your arrogance, your cockiness, your petty little insults. Bring your doubt. Bring your confidence. Bring that drive and determination that got you to the biggest show in the world. Bring everything you’ve got and know by the end of the night the Age of Gods will have buried you like they buried everyone else.”
“They will open your eyes before closing them forever.”
I know your world is in my hands
You know I pull the strings
I like to see how tall you stand
'Cause if I wanted I could take it away
”What troubles you, my Lord?”
The Oracle spoke to him with respect as well as concern.
”The girl.”
”She could become a problem.”
”She does not believe.”
His tone was one of annoyance more than anything as he continued to watch the father and daughter pair stroll in the open.
”Give her time, my Lord. You had to open my eyes once too.”
Gently the Oracle places his palm on the bare forearm of Angel Blake, his black eyes roll into the back of his head as he’s taken into the past. He’s standing within a crumbling house, his long black coat flowing around him like a cape, in the corner something moves.
”Rise, my child.”
”The fuck are you supposed to be!?”
A mass of filth in the shape of a man rises from the trash, fresh blood trickling from a recent injection, a belt still tightly wrapped around his left arm.
”A fucking mime or something?”
”All your life you have been looking for me, here I am.”
”The fuck?”
Blake moves with preternatural speed and grabs the shaggy drug addict slamming him up against the rotting wallpaper.
”Let-me-go-fucker!”
Blake’s grip only tightens as he slowly lifts the man off his feet with inhuman strength.
”Heroin is bad for you.”
Blake’s black eyes pierce the man’s soul as a clear liquid begins to flow from the open wound on his arm before Blake drops the man who falls to his knees coughing.
”Who- *cough* are you?”
”I am your Lord and Savior.”
”No fucking way… I don’t believe in that shit…”
Angel drops to a knee and places a chilled hand on the man’s shoulder.
”I have purified your body, I can do the same for your soul.”
Blake’s stone like hand wipes the dirt from the man’s face.
”I-”
”Come with me.”
The Lord stood up now, a light shining through the cracks in the walls giving him an unearthly glow. He reached out for the man on the ground who hesitated but felt a strange pull toward this painted savior.
”You’re… This… Isn’t possible.”
”All things are possible through me.”
With ease the Lord raised this man to his feet, the power in his grip was amazing. It was as if his body was full of electricity to the point his touch sent shivers down your spine.
”Welcome to the new age, my Oracle.”
Blake was brought back to the present as the Oracle removed his hand from the Lord’s forearm. Blake took in a deep breath before looking to the behemoth besides him.
”You will open her eyes too, I believe in you, my Lord.”
Blake simply nodded to his disciple.
”Her awakening will be magnificent.”
A terrible grins spread across his painted lips as he reached out for the Oracle’s shoulder, gripping him tight.
”Let me know when she is without Saint Michael.”
”Yes my Lord.
The Lord turned from him heading off into the dark corridor, his foot fall echoing off the stone walls as the Oracle turned back, his locking on young Dawn…
I saw you get it when you wanted it then
I gave it to you when you wanted it now
I know you're feeling that it's close to the end
Staring at me with your back on the ground
”CHARLATANS!”
“How dare you speak ill of the Lord God, the Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End! How dare you accuse the Father of All Things of being something as simple and disgusting as a man!”
“He is no MAN!”
“He isn’t some weak and feeble little beast like yourselves, Nick, Nate. He isn’t a putrid bag of rotting flesh just living day to day looking for another high! He is what he says he is! He has proved it time and again and your disbelief will be punished!’
“And your punishment will be a courtesy as he open your eyes to all that is possible in the world he made! Your disbelief will be shattered as you bare witness to what you thought impossible! You think you can just defeat him with skill and flashy moves!? Oh no, no, no it will take so much more than the power of man to fall GODS!”
“Imbeciles!”
“Heretics!”
“Your defeat at the hands of the Age of God is a certainty, I promise you this as I have foreseen it. I am the Oracle of God. I see all possible outcomes and there isn’t a single scenario where the Bourbon Street Saints walk away victorious! There is no contending with the kind of power they wield! There is no preparing for their abilities! Even if you are foolhardy enough to think you are ready you will never be ready!”
“Whole cities have fallen to their power. Sodom. Gamorrah. Wretched beings as disgusting as yourselves dared to defy their will and they were wiped out! Obliterated to the point even their bones are no more! All evidence of their existence was swept from the earth and all that is left is the story.”
“It happened.”
“The Age of Gods will do the same to you.”
“You’ve made a grave mistake doubting them. A mistake that will not only cost you the Tag Team World Cup. It will cost you everything! With their mighty hands they will stamp you out! And like the once great cities the Bourbon Street Saints will be a fable told to future generations about the GLORY OF GOD!”
“Rejoice!”
“Your sacrifice will be a fantastic tool to educate and indoctrinate!”
“No one will dare to defy God after what they witness at Night of the Immortals. The fall of the Bourbon Street Saints. The total destruction of the Bourbon Street Saints. Their utter annihilation and it will be absolutely wonderful!”
“Truly, I am envious of you. You will become legends. A story told for millennia. You should be honored. You should thank them for their generosity. It isn’t everyday disgusting wretches such as yourselves become Immortal! Who would have thought when the two of you dragged yourselves out of the mud that you’d grow up to become something special? Something more than just men?”
“It’s awe inspiring.”
“I know this great honor means nothing to you, after all my Lord is just a cheap imitation of a deity, correct? A deity who who is the current IWF World Champion. A deity who is their Hall of Fame. A deity who has ended more careers than the two of you have had matches over a twenty year period! So be not afraid of the painted man who calls himself God…”
“Be afraid of what he is capable of in that ring.”
“Be afraid of his disregard for your well being.”
“Be afraid to the multitude of ways he can and will break your body.”
“Be afraid that Spike Kane and Angel Blake are a united force. An undefeated united force. A legendary united force. Be afraid of all the beautiful ways they will tear you to pieces.”
“You don’t have to believe they are what they say they are, it doesn’t concern them. What you do have to believe in is the hell they will reign down upon you. What you have to believe in is the bodies their careers are built upon. What you have to believe in whether you like it or not is the Age of Gods is the most dominant force in the history of this company!”
“They are not to be trifled with.”
“They are not to be mocked!”
“THEY ARE TO BE WORSHIPED!”
“Whether you believe in them or not it is undeniable that they are GODS inside of that ring.”
“So my fine boys, please bring your arrogance, your cockiness, your petty little insults. Bring your doubt. Bring your confidence. Bring that drive and determination that got you to the biggest show in the world. Bring everything you’ve got and know by the end of the night the Age of Gods will have buried you like they buried everyone else.”
“They will open your eyes before closing them forever.”
I know your world is in my hands
You know I pull the strings
I like to see how tall you stand
'Cause if I wanted I could take it away
Well howdy there pardner.