Post by Angel Blake on Jul 28, 2018 1:15:53 GMT
A warm mist rises as the morning dew meets the oncoming humidity of the day. Foot falls crunch freshly mowed grass. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Your heavy black boots come to a stop before a flat stone plague on the ground.
”I had a daughter once.”
Tires screech in your ears. A child’s scream brings tears to your eyes.
”She… Passed.”
The sounds of metal tearing through wood and bones breaking into a million pieces echo in your ears.
”I also have… A son.”
In your peripheral there is a bouncing baby boy with jet black hair running through the fields but when you turn to look a hand strikes your cheek and your head is flooded with the screeching of a mad woman. “I HATE YOU!”
”But before Tara… Before Shelly… There was a woman…”
You remember the basics. Dirty dirty blond hair she would dye red, her roots always showing the true color. Blue eyes. Dimples. The rest was like looking through a fog. Even her name was muffled to your memory.
”She was my first love.”
You remember the moments now. The first kiss outside of a bar you snuck into. The first time you made love at her parents house at one in the morning. The first time you said you loved each other, drunk in the middle of the kitchen waiting for take out to arrive.
”There is not a day that goes by that I do not think of her and yet after all these years I cannot recall her name.”
Slowly you drop to a knee.
”I am all knowing yet this one thing evades me.”
Your hand slowly clears away the debris from the stone face.
”Something is blocking my memory. As hard as I try I just cannot seem to recall her face, her name, I only remember her touch and the feeling that came with it.”
”Beloved Daughter.”
”Jayson.”
”Hayleigh Lynn Blake.”
”You may not have been my blood but you are my son.”
A note discarded in a locker lays between your shaky hands. Rushed writing spells out your name and on the inside it simply reads “It’s a boy.”
”As all creatures who walk this Earth you are my creation. I look at you with the same love, the same longing as I looked at her all those years ago. Did I know you were not the child she took from me?”
“Of course I did…”
“But I hoped that perhaps I was wrong. I hoped that whatever was keeping me from seeing her face again was keeping the truth from you. The timelines matched up. Your mother matched up. Jayson, you could have been my flesh and blood.”
The delicate piece of paper is crushed in a rugged fist.
”I wanted it to be true. NO! I needed it to be true. I needed to have my child back in my life. I needed my son back in my life. My children are what made me human…”
Blood. Torture. Mayhem. But most of all anger now rushes through your mind.
”The first time I held Hayleigh in my arms I felt something greater than myself. For the first time in millenia I felt a love unimaginable. I had created worlds. I had created life. But I had never really given a piece of myself to create that life. It was as simple as a thought. A snap of my finger. Hayleigh came from me…”
“But she was not the first.”
“There was a child before her. A boy. My only real begotten son. A baby boy who grew up in the cruel world not knowing who is father was. Not knowing what he really was. A boy, the one true Son of God raised as a mere mortal. His power unknown to him. That though has lingered with me for longer than I care to say.”
A child, a man covered in blood speeds past you.
”I get glimpses of my boy. What he has gone through. Who he has become. I see darkness all around him. I wanted him to be you, Jayson. I needed him to be you. You are such a good person. So pure of heart and spirit. You would never hurt someone. Never punish. You possess the purest soul I have ever come across.”
A light seems to emanate from beneath the head stone.
”The purest light I have ever felt since I held Hayleigh in my arms.”
A light that grows to be blinding.
”I mislead you. For that I am truly sorry. I never wished to hurt you. I only wanted you to be what you could never be. I wanted you to be that scared little boy I see in my nightmares. I wanted you to be the blood soaked child. I wanted you to be the one who could make me care for my wretched creation once more.”
“But you are not.”
“You are simply Jayson Matthews. The son of a whore. The son of a coward. Your father left you because he did not want you. He did not love you. Stop searching for him. He does not want to be found.”
“I gave you a home.”
“I gave you love.”
“You threw that away for the Morningstar. For her version of the truth. I could have been the father you always wanted. The teacher you so desperately need. I could have been everything you were searching for and more. All you had to do was listen. Follow. Believe. But you were always looking for a way out. Deep down inside you never wanted it to be true. And so you have gotten what you wished for and now I must face you.”
“My son.”
As the light fades you are left with the image of a blurry boy, soaked to the bone in blood with a large grin on his face.
”You have challenged me for MY Extreme Championship. A title my GOOD Saint created. A title I proudly hold. You wish to take it from me as some form of revenge but Jayson…”
“I created the world of Extreme.”
“I imbued Saint Michael with his power.”
“My body knows no limits. It knows no pain. Though I may bleed I do not die. I do not suffer. Saint Michael may hold the world in his hands but I hold the means to treat humanity the way it wishes to be treated.”
“With weapons.”
“With cruelty.”
“With suffering.”
“That is after all what you have asked for. You wanted the truth and the truth is that Jayson Matthews lives to suffer. The crowd clamors for you because you represent their own lives. Their daily suffering. You are a mortal. Unable to understand the greater workings of the universe. You live day by day never giving a thought to tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow Jayson Matthews is punished.”
“Jayson Matthews will have his flesh torn. His bones broken. His ego shattered. Jayson Matthews will fall before the feet of GOD like so many people before him. Man likes to believe they are like me, like GOD but the truth is humanity is no different than the ants they step on.”
“You are born. You breed. You die.”
You reach for the boy but he pulls back. A shadow envelops him.
”You chose this path, Jayson. You took up arms with the Horde. You come for MY championship. You will pay for those crimes, my child. You will suffer for them. Piece by piece I will break you in the ring, outside of it, in the crowd and in the back. I will make an example of you for the Horde. What I am capable of. What this championship means to me. I will show this world what happens when you cross GOD!”
“You had my love but you have EARNED my wrath.”
“You have earned all I will do to you. You have earned the chair shots. The broken tables. The barbed wire. You have earned the bloodshed. The torment. The pain. You have earned your place in MY TESTAMENT as the first casualty of the APOCALYPSE!”
“Jayson Matthews will fall.”
“But I promise you Jayson, because I love you, you will be with your mother in the afterlife. I would not deny you this even though it is within my power. I could very easily cast you out from paradise and sentence you to an eternity in the lake of fire. But I will not. No. I will give you what you have always wanted. The family reunion you have dreamed of. You will be with the only person to ever truly care for you besides myself.”
“Your mother says hello.”
A terrible grin spreads across your lips as the shadow grows.
”You come for my title but you leave with a CASKET!”
“THAT IS YOUR FATE!”
“THAT IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU PUNCH AT GOD!”
“YOU ARE BENEATH ME!”
“You are but a mortal wishing for greatness but in the end your life will amount to nothing. You mean nothing. Without me in your life. Without me giving you purpose. You are just Jayson Matthews, the boy living his dream but never being able to achieve it. You will die never knowing what it is like to be a World Champion. You will die never knowing what it is like to be great. You will die never being anything more than you are right now.”
“NOTHING!”
“A foolish boy bursting with potential! A boy who listened to the wrong person and is now on the chopping block before a vengeful GOD! A GOD who no longer wishes to listen to the pleas of the putrid! A GOD who no longer wishes to answer the prayers of the WRETCHED! A GOD who is sick and tired of being asked to do everything for his creation while you sit idle.”
“JAYSON!”
“I will do to you as Jesus should have done to Judas. I will have my eye for an eye. My tooth for a tooth. My life for a life. I will crush whatever hope you have left inside of you and leave you a bloodied and broken shell. I will cast you out of my EDEN and send you STRAIGHT to HELL with the HORDE you have thrown in with.”
"Until you breath your last."
"Then you may have peace."
The shadow fades away like smoke in the wind and you are once again left alone with the headstone, the grave.
”You will not leave Lineage as a Champion. No. You will leave Lineage as the first victim. The first Casualty. The Horde has already taken too much from me and now I will take from them. As I took the Extreme Championship. As Saint Michael will take Dean. I will take my would be son and I WILL BURY HIM!”
“Here lies Jayson Matthews.”
“Beloved Son.”
You look down at the grave once more, the stone, the name. It begins to get blurry but you fight against it. You will not forget her. Or him… Or… Or… What was her name?
”THE. GODKING. WILL. PREVAIL!”
It’s on the tip of your tongue but the darkness clouds it. You know what you must do. It’s time to take the fight to the Horde. It’s time to bring the war to Abaddon.
She is everything and more
The solemn hypnotic
My Dahlia bathed in possession
She is home to me
I get nervous, perverse
When I see her it's worse
But the stress is astounding
It's now or never she's coming home forever
She's the only one that makes me sad!
I won't let this build up inside of me...
”I had a daughter once.”
Tires screech in your ears. A child’s scream brings tears to your eyes.
”She… Passed.”
The sounds of metal tearing through wood and bones breaking into a million pieces echo in your ears.
”I also have… A son.”
In your peripheral there is a bouncing baby boy with jet black hair running through the fields but when you turn to look a hand strikes your cheek and your head is flooded with the screeching of a mad woman. “I HATE YOU!”
”But before Tara… Before Shelly… There was a woman…”
You remember the basics. Dirty dirty blond hair she would dye red, her roots always showing the true color. Blue eyes. Dimples. The rest was like looking through a fog. Even her name was muffled to your memory.
”She was my first love.”
You remember the moments now. The first kiss outside of a bar you snuck into. The first time you made love at her parents house at one in the morning. The first time you said you loved each other, drunk in the middle of the kitchen waiting for take out to arrive.
”There is not a day that goes by that I do not think of her and yet after all these years I cannot recall her name.”
Slowly you drop to a knee.
”I am all knowing yet this one thing evades me.”
Your hand slowly clears away the debris from the stone face.
”Something is blocking my memory. As hard as I try I just cannot seem to recall her face, her name, I only remember her touch and the feeling that came with it.”
”Beloved Daughter.”
”Jayson.”
”Hayleigh Lynn Blake.”
”You may not have been my blood but you are my son.”
A note discarded in a locker lays between your shaky hands. Rushed writing spells out your name and on the inside it simply reads “It’s a boy.”
”As all creatures who walk this Earth you are my creation. I look at you with the same love, the same longing as I looked at her all those years ago. Did I know you were not the child she took from me?”
“Of course I did…”
“But I hoped that perhaps I was wrong. I hoped that whatever was keeping me from seeing her face again was keeping the truth from you. The timelines matched up. Your mother matched up. Jayson, you could have been my flesh and blood.”
The delicate piece of paper is crushed in a rugged fist.
”I wanted it to be true. NO! I needed it to be true. I needed to have my child back in my life. I needed my son back in my life. My children are what made me human…”
Blood. Torture. Mayhem. But most of all anger now rushes through your mind.
”The first time I held Hayleigh in my arms I felt something greater than myself. For the first time in millenia I felt a love unimaginable. I had created worlds. I had created life. But I had never really given a piece of myself to create that life. It was as simple as a thought. A snap of my finger. Hayleigh came from me…”
“But she was not the first.”
“There was a child before her. A boy. My only real begotten son. A baby boy who grew up in the cruel world not knowing who is father was. Not knowing what he really was. A boy, the one true Son of God raised as a mere mortal. His power unknown to him. That though has lingered with me for longer than I care to say.”
A child, a man covered in blood speeds past you.
”I get glimpses of my boy. What he has gone through. Who he has become. I see darkness all around him. I wanted him to be you, Jayson. I needed him to be you. You are such a good person. So pure of heart and spirit. You would never hurt someone. Never punish. You possess the purest soul I have ever come across.”
A light seems to emanate from beneath the head stone.
”The purest light I have ever felt since I held Hayleigh in my arms.”
A light that grows to be blinding.
”I mislead you. For that I am truly sorry. I never wished to hurt you. I only wanted you to be what you could never be. I wanted you to be that scared little boy I see in my nightmares. I wanted you to be the blood soaked child. I wanted you to be the one who could make me care for my wretched creation once more.”
“But you are not.”
“You are simply Jayson Matthews. The son of a whore. The son of a coward. Your father left you because he did not want you. He did not love you. Stop searching for him. He does not want to be found.”
“I gave you a home.”
“I gave you love.”
“You threw that away for the Morningstar. For her version of the truth. I could have been the father you always wanted. The teacher you so desperately need. I could have been everything you were searching for and more. All you had to do was listen. Follow. Believe. But you were always looking for a way out. Deep down inside you never wanted it to be true. And so you have gotten what you wished for and now I must face you.”
“My son.”
As the light fades you are left with the image of a blurry boy, soaked to the bone in blood with a large grin on his face.
”You have challenged me for MY Extreme Championship. A title my GOOD Saint created. A title I proudly hold. You wish to take it from me as some form of revenge but Jayson…”
“I created the world of Extreme.”
“I imbued Saint Michael with his power.”
“My body knows no limits. It knows no pain. Though I may bleed I do not die. I do not suffer. Saint Michael may hold the world in his hands but I hold the means to treat humanity the way it wishes to be treated.”
“With weapons.”
“With cruelty.”
“With suffering.”
“That is after all what you have asked for. You wanted the truth and the truth is that Jayson Matthews lives to suffer. The crowd clamors for you because you represent their own lives. Their daily suffering. You are a mortal. Unable to understand the greater workings of the universe. You live day by day never giving a thought to tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow Jayson Matthews is punished.”
“Jayson Matthews will have his flesh torn. His bones broken. His ego shattered. Jayson Matthews will fall before the feet of GOD like so many people before him. Man likes to believe they are like me, like GOD but the truth is humanity is no different than the ants they step on.”
“You are born. You breed. You die.”
You reach for the boy but he pulls back. A shadow envelops him.
”You chose this path, Jayson. You took up arms with the Horde. You come for MY championship. You will pay for those crimes, my child. You will suffer for them. Piece by piece I will break you in the ring, outside of it, in the crowd and in the back. I will make an example of you for the Horde. What I am capable of. What this championship means to me. I will show this world what happens when you cross GOD!”
“You had my love but you have EARNED my wrath.”
“You have earned all I will do to you. You have earned the chair shots. The broken tables. The barbed wire. You have earned the bloodshed. The torment. The pain. You have earned your place in MY TESTAMENT as the first casualty of the APOCALYPSE!”
“Jayson Matthews will fall.”
“But I promise you Jayson, because I love you, you will be with your mother in the afterlife. I would not deny you this even though it is within my power. I could very easily cast you out from paradise and sentence you to an eternity in the lake of fire. But I will not. No. I will give you what you have always wanted. The family reunion you have dreamed of. You will be with the only person to ever truly care for you besides myself.”
“Your mother says hello.”
A terrible grin spreads across your lips as the shadow grows.
”You come for my title but you leave with a CASKET!”
“THAT IS YOUR FATE!”
“THAT IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU PUNCH AT GOD!”
“YOU ARE BENEATH ME!”
“You are but a mortal wishing for greatness but in the end your life will amount to nothing. You mean nothing. Without me in your life. Without me giving you purpose. You are just Jayson Matthews, the boy living his dream but never being able to achieve it. You will die never knowing what it is like to be a World Champion. You will die never knowing what it is like to be great. You will die never being anything more than you are right now.”
“NOTHING!”
“A foolish boy bursting with potential! A boy who listened to the wrong person and is now on the chopping block before a vengeful GOD! A GOD who no longer wishes to listen to the pleas of the putrid! A GOD who no longer wishes to answer the prayers of the WRETCHED! A GOD who is sick and tired of being asked to do everything for his creation while you sit idle.”
“JAYSON!”
“I will do to you as Jesus should have done to Judas. I will have my eye for an eye. My tooth for a tooth. My life for a life. I will crush whatever hope you have left inside of you and leave you a bloodied and broken shell. I will cast you out of my EDEN and send you STRAIGHT to HELL with the HORDE you have thrown in with.”
"Until you breath your last."
"Then you may have peace."
The shadow fades away like smoke in the wind and you are once again left alone with the headstone, the grave.
”You will not leave Lineage as a Champion. No. You will leave Lineage as the first victim. The first Casualty. The Horde has already taken too much from me and now I will take from them. As I took the Extreme Championship. As Saint Michael will take Dean. I will take my would be son and I WILL BURY HIM!”
“Here lies Jayson Matthews.”
“Beloved Son.”
You look down at the grave once more, the stone, the name. It begins to get blurry but you fight against it. You will not forget her. Or him… Or… Or… What was her name?
”THE. GODKING. WILL. PREVAIL!”
It’s on the tip of your tongue but the darkness clouds it. You know what you must do. It’s time to take the fight to the Horde. It’s time to bring the war to Abaddon.
She is everything and more
The solemn hypnotic
My Dahlia bathed in possession
She is home to me
I get nervous, perverse
When I see her it's worse
But the stress is astounding
It's now or never she's coming home forever
She's the only one that makes me sad!
I won't let this build up inside of me...
Well howdy there pardner.