Post by Angel Blake on Mar 17, 2020 23:45:39 GMT
Two hands clad in floral oven mitts remove a gloriously cooked turkey from its place atop the stove and carry it lovingly to a finely dressed dinner table. The two hands pull back revealing a vibrant and happy Dean Harper who looks over the gathering before him.
His father, dressed in his finest leather and face paint, his step mother in her finest evening gown with ravishing raven black hair around her shoulders and his half sister, aged fourteen now and absolutely stunning, chiding him for taking so long.
Dean takes his places across from his father at the opposing head of the table. His step mother begins to pass the first morsels of this feast, a personally prepared stuffing made with what Dean was told is an old family recipe, though he suspected it came from a box and the sausage and craisins were the only fresh additions.
However, Dean didn’t care. This moment was one he’d been dreaming of for his entire life.
”And so have you.”
The voice echoed in the relatively average sized dining room. His father winced at the sound but continued to smile like he hadn’t heard it.
”This is what you’ve always wanted.”
Again the voice echoed, it was so loud that the windows and glassware shook with it’s booming base.
”Just admit it.”
His father clutched the wine glass before him, attempting to steady the shaking but it was a pointless task. Dean tilted his head at the somewhat bizarre behavior but turned to his sister to carry on their jovial jabs.
”Admit it.”
”You are right.”
Everything stopped. Dean and Hayleigh became like statues. It was just Angel and Shelly who moved now. Her hand like a claw reaching across the table to clasp his own hand.
”We were always better together.”
She spoke in a reassuring tone. Her face was full of love as she looked at the pale painted man before her.
”Don’t you agree?”
She asked while gripping his hand more tightly.
”Don’t you miss being together?”
His mind flashed to a car crash. People screaming. Fire warming but not burning him.
”Yes.”
”Then stop fighting me, darling. I know you want to. You know you want to. We both want what we had together. The power, the glory, the bodies laid at our feet. We were a force of nature. We… Were…”
”God.”
”Yes.”
The dining room melted away to reveal Angel Blake sat at the bedside of his son alone, mourning. The machines signaled he was alive and fine but still he lay in silence, teetering on the edge.
”My son…”
Though it was low his voice had a certain boom to it.
”I failed you…”
A rising tone signaling something greater.
”I promised to protect you…”
“I promised to protect our family…”
“I promised to be the parent Rowan never could be…”
“Instead I hid…”
“I watched as you succumbed to your past…”
“Afflicted by those who cannot accept their failure…”
His head rose slowly, his eyes changed suddenly, there was an emptiness to them, a deepness. They were like a void.
”I will hide no more…”
“I will not hide from your past…”
“Or mine…”
“I will not hide from our sins…”
“Our failures…”
“But most of all…”
“I will not hide who I am…”
“I tried to deny it…”
“I tried to fight it…”
“I tried to exorcise it…”
“But always it remained…”
“A voice in my head…”
“An echo…”
“Reminding me who I am…”
“What I am…”
He gripped his son’s hand a little more tightly. He could feel the life within. The burning passion for revenge his son harbored.
”Now I will remind the Imperial Wrestling Federation…”
“The Roulette will serve as my symphony…”
“As I orchestrate Divine Justice…”
His pale painted face arched into a terrible smile.
”One by one…”
“Those who doubted me…”
“Doubted my power…”
“Doubted who I am…”
“Will receive my Divine Light…”
“My Divine Punishment…”
“My Divine Wrath…”
“For it is not only Caleb Lockwood who has sinned…”
“No, no, no…”
“It is every single mortal…”
“Who has wasted my Divine Gift…”
“Who seeks selfish glory…”
“Before glorifying me…”
For the first time in weeks Dean’s eyes seem to flutter beneath their lids as if in response to his father.
”I, who am the beginning…”
“I, who am the end…”
“I, who am the Alpha…”
“I, who am the Omega…”
“I…”
His otherworldly grin spread inhumanly wide.
”Who am GOD.”
His father, dressed in his finest leather and face paint, his step mother in her finest evening gown with ravishing raven black hair around her shoulders and his half sister, aged fourteen now and absolutely stunning, chiding him for taking so long.
Dean takes his places across from his father at the opposing head of the table. His step mother begins to pass the first morsels of this feast, a personally prepared stuffing made with what Dean was told is an old family recipe, though he suspected it came from a box and the sausage and craisins were the only fresh additions.
However, Dean didn’t care. This moment was one he’d been dreaming of for his entire life.
”And so have you.”
The voice echoed in the relatively average sized dining room. His father winced at the sound but continued to smile like he hadn’t heard it.
”This is what you’ve always wanted.”
Again the voice echoed, it was so loud that the windows and glassware shook with it’s booming base.
”Just admit it.”
His father clutched the wine glass before him, attempting to steady the shaking but it was a pointless task. Dean tilted his head at the somewhat bizarre behavior but turned to his sister to carry on their jovial jabs.
”Admit it.”
”You are right.”
Everything stopped. Dean and Hayleigh became like statues. It was just Angel and Shelly who moved now. Her hand like a claw reaching across the table to clasp his own hand.
”We were always better together.”
She spoke in a reassuring tone. Her face was full of love as she looked at the pale painted man before her.
”Don’t you agree?”
She asked while gripping his hand more tightly.
”Don’t you miss being together?”
His mind flashed to a car crash. People screaming. Fire warming but not burning him.
”Yes.”
”Then stop fighting me, darling. I know you want to. You know you want to. We both want what we had together. The power, the glory, the bodies laid at our feet. We were a force of nature. We… Were…”
”God.”
”Yes.”
The dining room melted away to reveal Angel Blake sat at the bedside of his son alone, mourning. The machines signaled he was alive and fine but still he lay in silence, teetering on the edge.
”My son…”
Though it was low his voice had a certain boom to it.
”I failed you…”
A rising tone signaling something greater.
”I promised to protect you…”
“I promised to protect our family…”
“I promised to be the parent Rowan never could be…”
“Instead I hid…”
“I watched as you succumbed to your past…”
“Afflicted by those who cannot accept their failure…”
His head rose slowly, his eyes changed suddenly, there was an emptiness to them, a deepness. They were like a void.
”I will hide no more…”
“I will not hide from your past…”
“Or mine…”
“I will not hide from our sins…”
“Our failures…”
“But most of all…”
“I will not hide who I am…”
“I tried to deny it…”
“I tried to fight it…”
“I tried to exorcise it…”
“But always it remained…”
“A voice in my head…”
“An echo…”
“Reminding me who I am…”
“What I am…”
He gripped his son’s hand a little more tightly. He could feel the life within. The burning passion for revenge his son harbored.
”Now I will remind the Imperial Wrestling Federation…”
“The Roulette will serve as my symphony…”
“As I orchestrate Divine Justice…”
His pale painted face arched into a terrible smile.
”One by one…”
“Those who doubted me…”
“Doubted my power…”
“Doubted who I am…”
“Will receive my Divine Light…”
“My Divine Punishment…”
“My Divine Wrath…”
“For it is not only Caleb Lockwood who has sinned…”
“No, no, no…”
“It is every single mortal…”
“Who has wasted my Divine Gift…”
“Who seeks selfish glory…”
“Before glorifying me…”
For the first time in weeks Dean’s eyes seem to flutter beneath their lids as if in response to his father.
”I, who am the beginning…”
“I, who am the end…”
“I, who am the Alpha…”
“I, who am the Omega…”
“I…”
His otherworldly grin spread inhumanly wide.
”Who am GOD.”
The room shook with his booming proclamation.
”They have enjoyed a reprieve…”
“A momentary absence of my Divine Rapture…”
“But I have returned…”
“As was foretold…”
“A second coming…”
“However…”
“I will not be so forgiving this time…”
“I will not sacrifice my son for their sins…”
“I will not suffer so that they may sin…”
“I WILL CLEANSE THIS WORLD!”
“I will end the plague known as humanity…”
“I will kill my own creation…”
Slowly he rises from the bedside.
”That is the fate they have earned…”
“My son…”
“And you will stand by my side…”
“A prince among peasants…”
“Together we will cut down the sinful sycophants…”
“And usher in a true paradise…”
“A realm where our divinity is celebrated…”
“Worshiped…”
“Respected…”
“A paradise free of the squabbles of man…”
“It begins at High Stakes…”
“Within the Roulette…”
“When I release Caleb Lockwood from his earthly ties…”
“And regain my throne…”
Slowly he leans down besides his son’s sleeping form and whispers in his ear.
”For I am God…”
“I am justice…”
“They will kneel before me…”
“Before us…”
“The House of Blake will reign eternal…”
Drink me. Eat me. Then you will see the Light.
Well howdy there pardner.