Post by Shelly Diamond on Aug 26, 2018 20:32:53 GMT
A needle hangs from the arm of a seemingly lifeless body.
”I was born in a room just like this.”
Suddenly the body snaps awake. A dry tongue licks at crusty lips. A shaky hands reaches for the half full needle.
”He came for me here, on the verge of death and showed me how wasted my life was.”
With a robotic joy the man smiles as he injects the remaining bit of false happiness into his system.
”He took pity upon me.”
His eyes gloss over, his head rolls back, the drug is hitting his system. His heart beats out of his chest as he feels like he is flying. In the darkness something watches.
”I don’t know why. I never asked. All I knew was he gave me a new lease on life. He gave me a purpose. A reason to wake up every morning. I am forever grateful to the Lord.”
The man goes limp again, his thumb still on the plunger as he slowly falls to his side.
”But I don’t share his sentimental outlook on humanity. He believes Dean Harper can be saved but I don’t. Dean Harper is a wretched human being, one who is unworthy of the gift of life. He has done nothing but abuse this gift since he was a child. And now he stands before us as a man, the World Champion and he continues to abuse the gift of life by taking a life!”
“This cannot be tolerated.”
“This cannot be accepted.”
“DO NOT MURDER YOUR FELLOW MAN!”
“That is the word of the Lord. That is the word I follow. You have disregarded it. Disobeyed it. You have laughed in the face of God and I will not stand for it, Mr. Harper. So while my GodKing tries to save you I will be doing something vastly different.”
“I will punish you.”
From the shadows steps the painted figure of the Oracle.
”And I will take great joy in making you scream, Mr. Harper. I will take pleasure in your pain. I may even touch myself as you beg for mercy. That is how much I plan to enjoy hurting you, bleeding you, breaking you. You think Abaddon makes you strong but the truth is, Mr. Harper, the darkness just makes you weak. Your need to be accepted by the despicable Abaddon makes me sick. You know what she is, what she has done, what she plans to do and yet you still chose to follow her, obey her, there is no salvation for that level of sin.”
“Despite what the Lord thinks.”
“So Mr. Harper prepare yourself for holy justice. Prepare yourself for my holy judgement. Prepare yourself to be sacrificed for your sins. A martyr to your cause. Prepare yourself to fall like the rest of your wretched Horde. But most of all prepare yourself for suffering unlike anything you could possibly imagine.”
The Oracle stands over the fallen body of the man with a needle in his arm. Slowly he bends down and gently touches his face.
”Caleb Lockwood. You’ve been chosen. REJOICE! For your life will give a momentary reprieve to the rest of the foul Horde. You will serve as the retribution of the Lord has he takes from Abaddon as she took from us. You will be their first casualty but I promise you will not be the last.”
“Your precious Horde will join you in Hell!”
“Do not be afraid. Do not fear his wrath. Do not believe there is any other outcome but your death. It has been foretold, DECREED! It is the will of the Lord that Caleb Lockwood is buried in the Earth and so it will be done. You can’t fight it. You can’t escape it. Abaddon can’t save you.”
“But don’t frown, dear Mr. Lockwood. Your death will serve a purpose greater than your life ever did. When the world sees what the Lord is willing to do to protect them from the Horde they praise him. They will see the Lord battle the demonic Horde and come out victorious. This world will believe in GOD again!”
“All thanks to you, Mr. Lockwood.”
Slowly he strokes the cheek of the man.
”I don’t forget. I don’t forgive. I will have my pound of flesh for Saint Michael. I will see the Horde bled out and dead at my feet. I will smile as I walk over your broken and contorted bodies. We will WIN this WAR! The Age of Gods WILL PREVAIL!”
He cradles the man’s head in his cold hands.
”The Lord has given you a choice, Mr. Harper. I don’t. The Lord has chosen you, Mr. Lockwood, you will suffer. By my hands Abaddon will lose two soldiers. She will not only suffer the same loss as us, she will suffer it two fold. She will mourn over your bodies as we stand victorious. She will know that the power of God is not to be trifled with. She will not that my resolve is unrelenting. She will know that this is a war she cannot win.”
“Abaddon will be left in ruin.”
“Her Horde will be broken.”
“No longer will this world live in fear of you. They will see you for what you really are. Weak minded fools brain washed by the Morningstar. They will see us, they will see the Lord and they will join us. The Age of Gods will grow while the Horde shrinks. The Lord’s followers will multiply in the wake of your death as the Horde shrinks in fear. I promise you…”
“This is the beginning of the end for you.”
He grips the man’s face tightly as the needle suddenly falls from his arm. A white liquid slowly begins to ooze out as the man’s eyes shoot wide open in fear.
”Shhhhhh. It’s okay.”
The man looks startled, afraid but Oracle pulls him tight against his chest.
”There is work to be done… Uriel.”
The Oracle helps the larger man to his feet, pushing his hair out of his face.
”The Lord has need of you.”
Fade.
”I was born in a room just like this.”
Suddenly the body snaps awake. A dry tongue licks at crusty lips. A shaky hands reaches for the half full needle.
”He came for me here, on the verge of death and showed me how wasted my life was.”
With a robotic joy the man smiles as he injects the remaining bit of false happiness into his system.
”He took pity upon me.”
His eyes gloss over, his head rolls back, the drug is hitting his system. His heart beats out of his chest as he feels like he is flying. In the darkness something watches.
”I don’t know why. I never asked. All I knew was he gave me a new lease on life. He gave me a purpose. A reason to wake up every morning. I am forever grateful to the Lord.”
The man goes limp again, his thumb still on the plunger as he slowly falls to his side.
”But I don’t share his sentimental outlook on humanity. He believes Dean Harper can be saved but I don’t. Dean Harper is a wretched human being, one who is unworthy of the gift of life. He has done nothing but abuse this gift since he was a child. And now he stands before us as a man, the World Champion and he continues to abuse the gift of life by taking a life!”
“This cannot be tolerated.”
“This cannot be accepted.”
“DO NOT MURDER YOUR FELLOW MAN!”
“That is the word of the Lord. That is the word I follow. You have disregarded it. Disobeyed it. You have laughed in the face of God and I will not stand for it, Mr. Harper. So while my GodKing tries to save you I will be doing something vastly different.”
“I will punish you.”
From the shadows steps the painted figure of the Oracle.
”And I will take great joy in making you scream, Mr. Harper. I will take pleasure in your pain. I may even touch myself as you beg for mercy. That is how much I plan to enjoy hurting you, bleeding you, breaking you. You think Abaddon makes you strong but the truth is, Mr. Harper, the darkness just makes you weak. Your need to be accepted by the despicable Abaddon makes me sick. You know what she is, what she has done, what she plans to do and yet you still chose to follow her, obey her, there is no salvation for that level of sin.”
“Despite what the Lord thinks.”
“So Mr. Harper prepare yourself for holy justice. Prepare yourself for my holy judgement. Prepare yourself to be sacrificed for your sins. A martyr to your cause. Prepare yourself to fall like the rest of your wretched Horde. But most of all prepare yourself for suffering unlike anything you could possibly imagine.”
The Oracle stands over the fallen body of the man with a needle in his arm. Slowly he bends down and gently touches his face.
”Caleb Lockwood. You’ve been chosen. REJOICE! For your life will give a momentary reprieve to the rest of the foul Horde. You will serve as the retribution of the Lord has he takes from Abaddon as she took from us. You will be their first casualty but I promise you will not be the last.”
“Your precious Horde will join you in Hell!”
“Do not be afraid. Do not fear his wrath. Do not believe there is any other outcome but your death. It has been foretold, DECREED! It is the will of the Lord that Caleb Lockwood is buried in the Earth and so it will be done. You can’t fight it. You can’t escape it. Abaddon can’t save you.”
“But don’t frown, dear Mr. Lockwood. Your death will serve a purpose greater than your life ever did. When the world sees what the Lord is willing to do to protect them from the Horde they praise him. They will see the Lord battle the demonic Horde and come out victorious. This world will believe in GOD again!”
“All thanks to you, Mr. Lockwood.”
Slowly he strokes the cheek of the man.
”I don’t forget. I don’t forgive. I will have my pound of flesh for Saint Michael. I will see the Horde bled out and dead at my feet. I will smile as I walk over your broken and contorted bodies. We will WIN this WAR! The Age of Gods WILL PREVAIL!”
He cradles the man’s head in his cold hands.
”The Lord has given you a choice, Mr. Harper. I don’t. The Lord has chosen you, Mr. Lockwood, you will suffer. By my hands Abaddon will lose two soldiers. She will not only suffer the same loss as us, she will suffer it two fold. She will mourn over your bodies as we stand victorious. She will know that the power of God is not to be trifled with. She will not that my resolve is unrelenting. She will know that this is a war she cannot win.”
“Abaddon will be left in ruin.”
“Her Horde will be broken.”
“No longer will this world live in fear of you. They will see you for what you really are. Weak minded fools brain washed by the Morningstar. They will see us, they will see the Lord and they will join us. The Age of Gods will grow while the Horde shrinks. The Lord’s followers will multiply in the wake of your death as the Horde shrinks in fear. I promise you…”
“This is the beginning of the end for you.”
He grips the man’s face tightly as the needle suddenly falls from his arm. A white liquid slowly begins to ooze out as the man’s eyes shoot wide open in fear.
”Shhhhhh. It’s okay.”
The man looks startled, afraid but Oracle pulls him tight against his chest.
”There is work to be done… Uriel.”
The Oracle helps the larger man to his feet, pushing his hair out of his face.
”The Lord has need of you.”
Fade.
Well howdy there pardner.