Post by Angel Blake on Mar 10, 2020 22:31:10 GMT
The infant slept tucked neatly in its crib. Its little eyelids flutter. What did a baby dream about?
His father?
His mother?
Was its little brain formed enough to even think of people with such context or did it simply think of its physical needs?
Would it know if its father never woke up?
Would it care?
Or is that sort of emotion something that is implanted in it from the people who surround it? If Dean were to never come back would the child care or would it care because he cared?
”Angel.”
She was there again. He felt her presence in the corner of the room. He knew if he looked he would see her. He knew if he wanted he could feel her. A scent began to permeate the room, her scent, he tried to block it out.
”What are you doing?”
He did not look in the direction of her voice, he could not bear to see her.
”I must care for the child.”
”Why?”
She asked so coldly that it stung him. This defenseless little babe needed his protection, his guidance, his attention.
”Why?”
She asked again, her voice calling to him to look at her.
”Go away.”
”Is this your penance? The great God, Angel Blake, cursed to raise a child that is not his while his own son suffers?!”
”GO AWAY!”
He yelled, not realizing he turned at the same time and there she was…
Shelly.
”There is the Angel I know.”
She crept out of the shadows like a cat stalking its injured prey.
”The absolute killer who won the first Roulette. The dominant destroyer who held the world championship for more days than anyone else. My Angel Blake.”
”No…”
His father?
His mother?
Was its little brain formed enough to even think of people with such context or did it simply think of its physical needs?
Would it know if its father never woke up?
Would it care?
Or is that sort of emotion something that is implanted in it from the people who surround it? If Dean were to never come back would the child care or would it care because he cared?
”Angel.”
She was there again. He felt her presence in the corner of the room. He knew if he looked he would see her. He knew if he wanted he could feel her. A scent began to permeate the room, her scent, he tried to block it out.
”What are you doing?”
He did not look in the direction of her voice, he could not bear to see her.
”I must care for the child.”
”Why?”
She asked so coldly that it stung him. This defenseless little babe needed his protection, his guidance, his attention.
”Why?”
She asked again, her voice calling to him to look at her.
”Go away.”
”Is this your penance? The great God, Angel Blake, cursed to raise a child that is not his while his own son suffers?!”
”GO AWAY!”
He yelled, not realizing he turned at the same time and there she was…
Shelly.
”There is the Angel I know.”
She crept out of the shadows like a cat stalking its injured prey.
”The absolute killer who won the first Roulette. The dominant destroyer who held the world championship for more days than anyone else. My Angel Blake.”
”No…”
He muttered to himself but it was too late. He saw her, now he will never unsee her. She crept back from the void to torment him once more. He will never be rid of her.
”Look at you sulking in this house. A pale shadow of the man who once was. How do you intend to annihilate Caleb Lockwood or win the Roulette while playing babysitter?”
She hissed at him. His spine tingled. What was worse is he feared she was right.
”You’ve become weak. Idle. You need me, my love.”
”No. You lie.”
Her body permeated with warmth, reassurance. She reached out for him but he cowered away from her touch.
”I never lied to you. I offered you your wife, your daughter, in return all you had to do was obey. You lied to me!”
Her hand struck his cheek, a burning sensation ran through him, he crumbled at her touch.
”Look at you.”
She towered over him, she seemed a hundred feet tall.
”Pathetic.”
He reached for little Damien, he had to protect the child from her.
”I don’t want the babe, my love, I want you. I want to finish what we started. I want to give you everything we ever wanted.”
Gently she crouched beside him, cradling him. He didn’t want to touch her but he felt himself melting into her arms.
”Power. Admiration. It can all be yours again.”
”All I want is Dean…”
He found himself suddenly bargaining, unable to stop.
”I can bring him back as well.”
He’d heard this promise before. Accepted this promise before. It cost him everything.
”It cost you nothing, my love. Your family was already gone when I came to you. I simply offered what you lost and I do so again.”
”And in return?”
He asked, already regretting the question.
”Let’s start with Lockwood and the Roulette. Someone needs to remind the IWF who the real power is in this company.”
She rose, bringing him up with her. Her hands in his, her eyes locked on his. It felt like it was again, he felt happy again. But he was happy with Dean and Damien, wasn’t he? He found a life with them, didn’t he?
”But is that the life you always wanted?”
Memories flashed before his eyes. Bodies laid out in pools of their own blood. Championships held high over his head. Followers in face paint lined up like soldiers. Absolute domination unheard of in professional wrestling past.
”I…”
He closed his eyes for a moment, drawing a deep breath. When he opened them again his eyes had become black, empty, a void.
”I will rise again…”
He looked down at Damien who had woken up but didn’t make a sound. Instead the child stood at the edge of the crib watching its grandfather who simply smiled a cruel, terrible smile.
”I became something I am not…”
“Someone I am not…”
“But I remember now…”
“I see clearly now…”
“I see the path that lay before me…”
“And it is lined with the bodies of our enemies…”
“Damien…”
“I will slay them for you…”
“For your father…”
“I will create for you an empire…”
“In my image…”
“It will begin at the Roulette…”
“I will fell all who oppose me…”
“One after the other…”
“I will avenge your father…”
“I will claim victory…”
“Then I will take back MY Championship…”
“The IWF has grown weak during my hiatus…”
“Weakness cannot be tolerated…”
“It WILL NOT be tolerated…”
“I will quell the weakness…”
“I will cleanse the IWF of inadequacy…”
“I will reign supreme again…”
“And…”
“I promise you young Damien…”
“I WILL BUTCHER CALEB LOCKWOOD!”
Young Damien giggled at his grandfather who reached down to scoop the babe up into his arms. A babe who would not know weakness, or ineptitude, a babe who would be king…
Well howdy there pardner.