Post by Constantine on Jun 2, 2013 14:50:32 GMT
“Know today that I do not speak with your children, who have not known and who have not seen the chastening of the LORD your God, His greatness and His mighty hand and His outstretched arm.” Deuteronomy 11:2
Within the course of human events, it becomes inevitable that at some point in time a human mind will develop natural superiority complexes. Be it the constant speeches delivered by parents, natural human pride, or the repeated preaching of the leaders of society, it is inevitable that a human soul will develop a grand sense of superiority over all that surround him. It is to be expected, as humans have long reigned as the most dominant species on this planet. Does not one accustomed to domination inevitably begin to revel in his superiority to others? The answer is of course yes, which serves only to further illuminate the inherent problem with human pride, for it produces arrogance and deceit for the lesser beings around them. Rather than embrace the planet they choose to harm it, fueled by the feeling of superiority that drives them to action.
Complicating matters even further is the entrance of the trait known as faith into the human psyche. In layman terms, faith is the strenuous belief of a higher power through practiced religious worship. However, the true meaning of faith goes rapidly beyond what the words are taken for on the surface. In faith there is an x-factor, a hidden source of power that seemingly feeds the natural superiority complex. If a resident of modern society possesses faith, he is seen in high esteem and respected, whereas those without faith are cast aside as sentenced to eternal damnation. Any who would believe in a power other than the one embraced by societal opinion is also sentenced to burn, as they are mere heretics whose souls require saving. This viewpoint on the world around them makes these same faithful people the first ones to be eliminated at the hands of god.
For while their faith is indeed strong, it serves not the true messiah that can alleviate all pain, but instead a false prophet, a non-existent deity whose mere name serves as a direct violation of the holy word. The masses flock to the wolf in sheep's clothing rather than the shepherd thanks to their hatred of the truth. The false messiah feeds the superiority complex, allowing humans to revel in their own self-proclaimed greatness while conveniently ignoring the hated truth, that being that they are mere pawns in the greater scheme. The hatred breeds denial and the denial brings about fear. It is this fear that paves the road for the damned to walk on as they trek toward the searing pain of eternal torment. All is dictated and determined by the fear; no action is undertaken as a result of a trait as simple as human desire.
The fear that binds all under the crushing chains of reality. The fear that imprisons the soul and forces it to conform to its will as if it were nothing more than a helpless lump of clay. Fear is the embodiment of weakness for people, and thus takes its place as the strongest emotion due to the incredible weaknesses the worthless pawns possess. As the power overtakes the mind, the soul becomes nothing more than a hollowed out shell waiting to be broken under the crushing weight of emotions and the ever-present superiority complex. This is why faith exists on this world. With faith, someone gets the impression in their mind that they can withstand the weight. The false faiths of the world preach of safety for those who follow its lead, all under the name of a false messiah seeking only to demean the true word. The words of the false prophets admittedly do carry incredible weight with their capacity to affect the masses. Their word is the ultimate in propaganda, as it connects directly with what a person feels most strongly.
It is here that the holy messenger of the lord intervenes with the scene. The dark one radiates with the passionate light of a saved soul and mars the scene with his presence, becoming a new actor in the play. The dark one shines with holy light, the aurora burning the flesh from the bones of the hated sinners that would defy god himself. The dark one, unmatchable in his power and faith, continues burning the sinners in the wrath of the one true lord, sparing only those who willingly give themselves over for the purposes of salvation. The slaughter is continuous, breaking for no man, until the task is completed. Only those who open their hearts to the Grand Design might be considered for continued existence. The black heart shall not rest until everyone has suffered for their transgressions…
With that last passing thought, the young one's eyes slowly open and he relaxes his body from the strain of meditation. His cold and emotionless green eyes radiate with the light of divine fury, the dim sparkle of one in tune with the elegy of emptiness that his current status provides. The dark soul obviously has undergone a less intense mental exhaustion however, as he does not sweat or breathe heavy as he slowly rises to his feet. He slowly restores energy to his body through nature’s precious gift oxygen, another of the innumerable sacrifices Mother Earth makes for the purpose of sustaining the natural balance of the world. The orange hue of fire shining on his face, the young demon known as “The Seraph” Daniel Constantine slowly turns his head and surveys his surroundings.
The young fighter stands deep in a dense forest, trees and plant life surrounding him on all sides while he remains solemn in a small clearing next to a small bonfire. With no companions whatsoever, even devoid of a powerful symbol such as a Bible, it is obvious the dark one is participating in a sort of survival mission to test his capacity to communicate with his lord and savior. Alone and isolated, with no visible life-nourishing supplies in sight, the impassioned warrior stands ready to overcome the trials placed upon him by the messiah in the stars above. Such a task is difficult and daunting, yet is also but a fleeting moment in the timeframe of one possessing an infinite existence. The dark one slowly runs a hand through his trademark black hair as he slides his trench coat to the ground, leaving his upper body at the mercy of Mother Nature.
With this done, The Seraph slowly walks to a nearby rock and casually sits on the ground, resting his back against the hard stone as he presumes an Indian-style seated position. As he sits there calm and collected, Daniel now casually gazes into the palm of his right hand. He seemingly studies the lines made by the muscle fibers of his hand, watching for some type of guidance from his beloved father, obviously looking for some type of subliminal message invisible to the eyes of one who does not follow the faith. His hand represents a mirror into the soul of humanity, for it is only by gazing inward can one find the ultimate truth about oneself. As he continues to softly gaze at his palm lines, the ebony soul speaks aloud to the very father so many deny the existence of…
"Father, yet again I am faced with the task of decimating multiple infidels that will simply not learn their true place in the fields of the grand designs of fate. Over and over again father, over and over again the ones who would see us fail in the mortal world continue to attack the name of the holy faith. Why am I being forbidden from destroying these forsaken souls my lord? Why do you insist on my allowing them to remain among the living of Mother Earth? The message has been sent to the pagans my father; we have no more use for those who do not accept your word. These numbers are many, as they only desire self-betterment and material gain rather than fulfilling the predetermined destinies granted unto them by fate. They are selfish and greedy, desiring only more power and prestige. Once again they covet the symbols of leadership of the world in addition to mere earthly desires, despite the clear knowledge that they are incapable of obtaining it for their own greedy purposes. The one called Joe Everyman will undoubtedly speak of his own superiority my lord, a victim of the natural complex that exists in a corrupted human mind. His very existence speaks of his desire to demean your directions. After all, one of his chosen acts is to stand in the way of my great mission even in the wake of certain defeat, which in itself is a direct symbol of defiance towards the holy will.”
The Seraph pauses now to draw in a deep breath and collect his thoughts. He has taken to this practice recently, for it allows him to properly convey his thoughts while also keeping his anger in check. Too often has he allowed his rage to boil over, thus he now seeks to maintain a calmer rationale so as to better deliver the messages of god.
His peace seemingly maintained, he now refocuses and continues from where he left off…
“Through this, it becomes clear that he would supposedly seek a message of peace, of a desire to alleviate the suffering prevalent in this world thanks to the abuses done unto the gentle planet by human society. He would do so through faith in his own abilities my lord, through belief in a power that is not there. Yet that is the same as coveting is a false messiah who leads an army of heretics my father, for people like he do not seek to truly further the words of the ultimate faith. It is in this fact that the one called Joe Everyman shall suffer deeply for his transgressions, as he would insinuate loyalty to a source that provides not eternal salvation but instead the way to the dimension of oblivion. His ignorant actions only validate that truth that the Armageddon is inevitable, which could in turn lead to some more of the unwashed masses embracing a false messiah as well. If all were to join together they would be more inclined to accept this falsified message and the ranks of the rebellion against the restoration of Eden would grow at an even greater pace. Furthermore, if he can gain some credibility by obtaining this symbol known as the IWF Man of Steel Championship then it will only grow the ranks of our hated enemies. This is unacceptable and shall be dealt with my lord; I shall not allow this impediment to the holy faith. My faith is undeniable father; with your strength I shall smite the sinners before me. I implore you Holy Father, lend me more of your glorious and eternal power!"
His words spoken, the dark one lowers his hand and slowly turns his head to view the environment around him. His pale eyes show no glint of emotion as they scan the horizon, taking in the sights that nature has seen fit to produce. However, the purified mind does not think of the magnitude of natural wonders, as he must focus solely upon the task laid before him by the lord above. He thinks only of the paradise that awaits him, of the resonating beauty and splendor that will greet him upon his passage through the gates. He visualizes only the bloodied and mangled corpses of his foes, slain in battle by the holy messenger of destruction, unleashed upon a sinful world so that penance may come in the form of pain. He continues to gaze slowly at the fruits of his Mother Earth, realizing the pain being forced upon the same beauty he gazes upon.
However, the black heart also realizes that this same realization must also be used for empowerment. The messiah wishes for him to spread the holy word and defend those who would be injured by the sinful nature of the human spirit. The thoughts enrage him, the fact that society routinely produces so cruel a populace and does nothing to smite the flow at all. The anger in the young man’s soul continues to rise higher and higher as he realizes that the pristine beauty he sees around him is under attack by the worthless earthly tendencies of the human race. They are a parasitical race, seeking only what gives them a sense of happiness or enjoyment. To the young one, society is nothing more than the proper name for a colony of parasites, as they simply take whatever they can without regard for the planet.
The Seraph realizes this evermore as he continues to let his thoughts drift along the waves of time. His thoughts drift in a pattern of waves, as if attempting to emulate the perfection embodied in the eternal flow of the grand design. He realizes this clearly, as it is for this reason that he currently resides in solitude as always. In solitude alone can he be at peace under the watchful eye of his heavenly father; in solitude alone can he catch a brief glimpse of the paradise the world once was. The feelings continue to swell within him, making him hate his adversaries all the more for taking Mother Earth away from her original state of paradise with their weak desires and unforgivable sins. He is to be the savior, he is to assume the physical manifestation of god’s grace, for through his selfless acts the innocent shall be saved and the evil punished, he exists as the literal hand of god.
Finally, the young fighter can take no more and closes his eyes before leaning his head back against the rock. He remains stationary and continues to let the sweet thoughts of paradise fill his mind. His breathing slow and rhythmic, his chest slowly pulsing up and down, the hated individual appears to temporarily be embracing the foreign concept known as peace. It is a foreign feeling to one whose existence is dedicated to battles and hardship. It is only when alone amongst the darkness that he can forget such tasks and enjoy a fleeting moment of false reality, a brief glimpse into the future that awaits him upon his ascension to the resurrected Eden. In solitude he sits, surrounded by the golden wings of light produced from his messiah. He sits protected, at ease, knowing that all of his torment and anger will be washed away into nothingness upon completion of his goal.
While still keeping his eyes closed and his breathing steady, the young one calmly speaks aloud once more, hoping his words may penetrate the earthly barriers surrounding him and his beloved father…
“Dear father, I know now in this very place that all of my work to spread your word is but a small price to pay for what I may later embrace. I feel it calling me my lord, the sweet beckoning call of immortality in a resurrected Eden. I would gladly throw away humanity for immortality; it is unthinkable to refuse entry into such a blessed place. But the dark souls, those horrible blackened spirits that have yielded control to the parasite known as sin; they are attempting to destroy the one path that leads to eternity. They act as roadblocks blessed savior, attempting to scare away those that would embrace the true seraphic radiance. This warped soul called Eirik Ragnar stands at the forefront of this blockade father, under the twisted belief that he will defeat your messenger and further his own earthly standing by stealing the Man of Steel Championship. He seeks to abuse the Great Book my lord, to use its pure message as a means to feed the black and vile masses with more fabricated lies hidden under the veil of neo-paganism. But fear not, for destiny shall reign supreme and the weak will fall in defeat at the hands of the strong. One’s destiny cannot be manipulated, therefore I will right this wrong and restore the grand design of fate to the perfect state of waves through which it flows. Everything must exist within the parameters of perfection; any deviance must be immediately destroyed if our goals are to truly come to fruition.”
Daniel falls silent once again now and simply rests against the rock, his body still as a statute. Despite this appearance however, it is obviously that young soul’s advanced mind is in motion, formulating the best plan of attack to use against his enemies. His timing is nearly mechanical in its precision, as after exactly one minute passes he opens his eyes and speaks aloud once more.
“I am empowered by the golden light my lord, your word is both my shield and sword. With your blessing I shall smite the pagan sheep that overcrowd our pure and blessed meadow. I am the sole one that walks the path illuminated by the radiant light of god; I am the only one that will not lose his way. The omega is forthcoming my father, and it is at that time that the battles shall finally end and the sinful are finally purged. I believe it was the human philosopher Isaac Newton that developed the Third Law of Motion. In this law, it is stated that every action must have an equal but opposite reaction; for every beginning there must be an end. This same law applies not only to motion but also to human life itself. If a human soul disobeys the will of God, there will naturally be a rebuke from the divine one. This sole place where the law differs however is in the field of equality. No man can stand in the wake of the wrath of gods, thus the anger of the deities shall soon bring the war for purity to an end. Soon the end will come for the unsaved minions of sin. Empower me and give me the strength dear lord. I stand steadfast in the wake of surrounding damnation, merely laughing as the seraphic radiance shields me from all of the black evil. Eirik Ragnar must pay heed dear lord, as he will lack the golden light and thusly suffer the wrath of an angry god. After all, multiple false deities pale in comparison to a single true one. Blessed be your vision Heavenly Father, bring forth our restored paradise!”
With this plea completed, the dark one rises and walks back over to the fire, seemingly ignoring the obviously massive heat the flames must be giving off. He continues moving closer and closer to the flames, as if understanding that the gifts of the lord enable him to withstand such searing heat and approach without hesitation. Once there, he casually grabs a nearby bucket and throws water over the fire, watching as the flames sizzle and die out. He watches as the ashes slowly die out; understanding that this is symbolic of what shall befall this world when his task is complete. Starting with the elimination of his upcoming opponents, he is about to set into motion a chain of acts that cannot be stopped. With this done, The Seraph turns and looks to walk away, but stops a few feet away from the ashes.
He slowly turns his head and gazes around one last time, seemingly basking in the serenity the dense forest provides him. It is almost as if he has fallen in love with the location, the darkness and solitude provided by the thick shield of plant-life. Devoid of human life, his location stands as a quick glimpse of paradise, without anger and without hate, without death and without pain. It is here that he once again realizes the importance of his task. If he is to restore the planet to its original serene state that exists in his eyes now, he must work even harder to drive sin out of this world. It must be through his labors that the entire world becomes like the forest, quiet and serene, devoid of the harsh nature of human life. He knows that he is the last hope for purity to reclaim its greatness in the world. He knows that only through him will Eden be restored at last…
The task will long and arduous, for he will find no assistance along the way, only organized resistance and constant battles. He fights alone against a multitude of those who would unite only for the purpose of witnessing his failure. He stands as the sole shield defending Mother Earth from complete eradication at the hands of the parasitical drones. Yet it matters not to one of a purified mind, for he is able to look past the short term and realize that he exists for a higher purpose. He knows that it will not be easy, yet at the same time this revelation empowers him all the more. He is the sole pure spirit resting within the core of the den of inequity. He realizes that he has no connection to human society, he truly is alone in a world of enemies, with only his iron faith and blessed messiah to help him in times of need.
Alone and unaided, the dark one continues to push forward all the more in spite of having no support in the physical sense. The sweet words of faith are the sole comfort to an exhausted and battered physical frame. While he may carry their appearance, he knows that he is not one of them thanks to the purity that exists within his spirit. He exists in physical form only to destroy and convert, while his true existence is to begin at the spiritual level. He is beyond human, as he can see beyond such base desires and live according to the true purpose dictated unto him by fate. After such sacrifice he shall find eternal happiness, making any hardship ever so fleeting. He thinks once again of the paradise that awaits him upon his final end, and it is this revelation that keeps him pushing forward. It will all be worth it in the end…
With this passing thought, a slight smile passes over Daniel’s face as he quickly drops to his knees, feeling the soft grass slowing folding under the weight of his body. He slowly closes his eyes and faces the stars before spreading his arms wide and entering into sweet prayer, even as the faint glow from the fire dies out and leaves him total darkness…
"Heavenly father, as I stand solemn among the serenity we all desire for our world, I am reminded of the pertinence of the task laid in front of me by your glorious wisdom. My last battle is with a new foe, as the one called Ryan Blade marches forward to decimate our holy lands, I shall stand forefront with my blade of justice, ready to bring it down upon all the sinners that would dare mar our beautiful paradise of resurrected Eden. He will fall because of his humanity, his inability to practice thought with the mathematical perfection of a soulless machine. He is empowered by deluded lies Holy Father, therefore it is only inevitable that he shall weaken and fall once those same lies are removed from his vision and revealed for the facades they truly are. He believes in his own superiority complex father, he believes that the façade of confidence that he exhibits will be enough to carry him to dominance over the will of god and allow him to obtain his coveted IWF Man of Steel Championship. On your holy name, on the name of the true spiritual leader of all existence, I shall eliminate him from this earthen world. This same fate shall befall all who would stand steadfast as a sacrificial offering. Through the offerings the altar shall have its thirst for sinful blood quenched, triggering the restoration of the planet to its previous state of paradise. They are to blame my messiah; it is the fault of humans that paradise was taken from us. Therefore, as the universal law states, all transgressions must be paid through life and blood. The blood will soon stain this land father; the land will turn crimson as the sinner’s blood runs down the holy altar. All of this torment shall not be for nothing however, as I resolve to stand firm and spread your blessed message. My reward shall make everything I have suffered through seem insignificant. Once I am allowed to embrace the paradise of Eden anew the physical pain I feel shall fade away and any remote psychological restraint shall be removed. As I stand proud as a follower of the faith, I know that my reward shall come in the form of restored Eden. I can see it in the distance father; we are oh so close to our goal. Through your grace I shall triumph in the name of the divine law, we shall deliver justice unto the unjust and finally return the purity that human society has raped from Mother Earth. She cries out even now, the searing pain draining her energy and slowly taking away her pure and pristine existence. I will save this world dear lord, this vow I pledge upon my status as a loyal servant of god. Ryan Blade lives for the pleasure of a single woman, while I live for a future. Through this I will triumph. Through this, I shall finally find peace...”
With that, The Seraph slowly rises to his feet. He looks to leave once again, but suddenly stops once again. It is at this moment that he performs a bizarre action as he snickers to himself, as if finding humor in some bizarre happening in his mind. Quickly reclaiming his senses, he casually gazes around one last time and utters a single statement to himself.
“Suum fortuna ero certus per sanctus mos de Deus.”
Once again speaking the cryptic language known as Latin, Daniel seemingly pays no further heed to the statement and walks through the trees, eventually disappearing in the thick plant life…
Within the course of human events, it becomes inevitable that at some point in time a human mind will develop natural superiority complexes. Be it the constant speeches delivered by parents, natural human pride, or the repeated preaching of the leaders of society, it is inevitable that a human soul will develop a grand sense of superiority over all that surround him. It is to be expected, as humans have long reigned as the most dominant species on this planet. Does not one accustomed to domination inevitably begin to revel in his superiority to others? The answer is of course yes, which serves only to further illuminate the inherent problem with human pride, for it produces arrogance and deceit for the lesser beings around them. Rather than embrace the planet they choose to harm it, fueled by the feeling of superiority that drives them to action.
Complicating matters even further is the entrance of the trait known as faith into the human psyche. In layman terms, faith is the strenuous belief of a higher power through practiced religious worship. However, the true meaning of faith goes rapidly beyond what the words are taken for on the surface. In faith there is an x-factor, a hidden source of power that seemingly feeds the natural superiority complex. If a resident of modern society possesses faith, he is seen in high esteem and respected, whereas those without faith are cast aside as sentenced to eternal damnation. Any who would believe in a power other than the one embraced by societal opinion is also sentenced to burn, as they are mere heretics whose souls require saving. This viewpoint on the world around them makes these same faithful people the first ones to be eliminated at the hands of god.
For while their faith is indeed strong, it serves not the true messiah that can alleviate all pain, but instead a false prophet, a non-existent deity whose mere name serves as a direct violation of the holy word. The masses flock to the wolf in sheep's clothing rather than the shepherd thanks to their hatred of the truth. The false messiah feeds the superiority complex, allowing humans to revel in their own self-proclaimed greatness while conveniently ignoring the hated truth, that being that they are mere pawns in the greater scheme. The hatred breeds denial and the denial brings about fear. It is this fear that paves the road for the damned to walk on as they trek toward the searing pain of eternal torment. All is dictated and determined by the fear; no action is undertaken as a result of a trait as simple as human desire.
The fear that binds all under the crushing chains of reality. The fear that imprisons the soul and forces it to conform to its will as if it were nothing more than a helpless lump of clay. Fear is the embodiment of weakness for people, and thus takes its place as the strongest emotion due to the incredible weaknesses the worthless pawns possess. As the power overtakes the mind, the soul becomes nothing more than a hollowed out shell waiting to be broken under the crushing weight of emotions and the ever-present superiority complex. This is why faith exists on this world. With faith, someone gets the impression in their mind that they can withstand the weight. The false faiths of the world preach of safety for those who follow its lead, all under the name of a false messiah seeking only to demean the true word. The words of the false prophets admittedly do carry incredible weight with their capacity to affect the masses. Their word is the ultimate in propaganda, as it connects directly with what a person feels most strongly.
It is here that the holy messenger of the lord intervenes with the scene. The dark one radiates with the passionate light of a saved soul and mars the scene with his presence, becoming a new actor in the play. The dark one shines with holy light, the aurora burning the flesh from the bones of the hated sinners that would defy god himself. The dark one, unmatchable in his power and faith, continues burning the sinners in the wrath of the one true lord, sparing only those who willingly give themselves over for the purposes of salvation. The slaughter is continuous, breaking for no man, until the task is completed. Only those who open their hearts to the Grand Design might be considered for continued existence. The black heart shall not rest until everyone has suffered for their transgressions…
With that last passing thought, the young one's eyes slowly open and he relaxes his body from the strain of meditation. His cold and emotionless green eyes radiate with the light of divine fury, the dim sparkle of one in tune with the elegy of emptiness that his current status provides. The dark soul obviously has undergone a less intense mental exhaustion however, as he does not sweat or breathe heavy as he slowly rises to his feet. He slowly restores energy to his body through nature’s precious gift oxygen, another of the innumerable sacrifices Mother Earth makes for the purpose of sustaining the natural balance of the world. The orange hue of fire shining on his face, the young demon known as “The Seraph” Daniel Constantine slowly turns his head and surveys his surroundings.
The young fighter stands deep in a dense forest, trees and plant life surrounding him on all sides while he remains solemn in a small clearing next to a small bonfire. With no companions whatsoever, even devoid of a powerful symbol such as a Bible, it is obvious the dark one is participating in a sort of survival mission to test his capacity to communicate with his lord and savior. Alone and isolated, with no visible life-nourishing supplies in sight, the impassioned warrior stands ready to overcome the trials placed upon him by the messiah in the stars above. Such a task is difficult and daunting, yet is also but a fleeting moment in the timeframe of one possessing an infinite existence. The dark one slowly runs a hand through his trademark black hair as he slides his trench coat to the ground, leaving his upper body at the mercy of Mother Nature.
With this done, The Seraph slowly walks to a nearby rock and casually sits on the ground, resting his back against the hard stone as he presumes an Indian-style seated position. As he sits there calm and collected, Daniel now casually gazes into the palm of his right hand. He seemingly studies the lines made by the muscle fibers of his hand, watching for some type of guidance from his beloved father, obviously looking for some type of subliminal message invisible to the eyes of one who does not follow the faith. His hand represents a mirror into the soul of humanity, for it is only by gazing inward can one find the ultimate truth about oneself. As he continues to softly gaze at his palm lines, the ebony soul speaks aloud to the very father so many deny the existence of…
"Father, yet again I am faced with the task of decimating multiple infidels that will simply not learn their true place in the fields of the grand designs of fate. Over and over again father, over and over again the ones who would see us fail in the mortal world continue to attack the name of the holy faith. Why am I being forbidden from destroying these forsaken souls my lord? Why do you insist on my allowing them to remain among the living of Mother Earth? The message has been sent to the pagans my father; we have no more use for those who do not accept your word. These numbers are many, as they only desire self-betterment and material gain rather than fulfilling the predetermined destinies granted unto them by fate. They are selfish and greedy, desiring only more power and prestige. Once again they covet the symbols of leadership of the world in addition to mere earthly desires, despite the clear knowledge that they are incapable of obtaining it for their own greedy purposes. The one called Joe Everyman will undoubtedly speak of his own superiority my lord, a victim of the natural complex that exists in a corrupted human mind. His very existence speaks of his desire to demean your directions. After all, one of his chosen acts is to stand in the way of my great mission even in the wake of certain defeat, which in itself is a direct symbol of defiance towards the holy will.”
The Seraph pauses now to draw in a deep breath and collect his thoughts. He has taken to this practice recently, for it allows him to properly convey his thoughts while also keeping his anger in check. Too often has he allowed his rage to boil over, thus he now seeks to maintain a calmer rationale so as to better deliver the messages of god.
His peace seemingly maintained, he now refocuses and continues from where he left off…
“Through this, it becomes clear that he would supposedly seek a message of peace, of a desire to alleviate the suffering prevalent in this world thanks to the abuses done unto the gentle planet by human society. He would do so through faith in his own abilities my lord, through belief in a power that is not there. Yet that is the same as coveting is a false messiah who leads an army of heretics my father, for people like he do not seek to truly further the words of the ultimate faith. It is in this fact that the one called Joe Everyman shall suffer deeply for his transgressions, as he would insinuate loyalty to a source that provides not eternal salvation but instead the way to the dimension of oblivion. His ignorant actions only validate that truth that the Armageddon is inevitable, which could in turn lead to some more of the unwashed masses embracing a false messiah as well. If all were to join together they would be more inclined to accept this falsified message and the ranks of the rebellion against the restoration of Eden would grow at an even greater pace. Furthermore, if he can gain some credibility by obtaining this symbol known as the IWF Man of Steel Championship then it will only grow the ranks of our hated enemies. This is unacceptable and shall be dealt with my lord; I shall not allow this impediment to the holy faith. My faith is undeniable father; with your strength I shall smite the sinners before me. I implore you Holy Father, lend me more of your glorious and eternal power!"
His words spoken, the dark one lowers his hand and slowly turns his head to view the environment around him. His pale eyes show no glint of emotion as they scan the horizon, taking in the sights that nature has seen fit to produce. However, the purified mind does not think of the magnitude of natural wonders, as he must focus solely upon the task laid before him by the lord above. He thinks only of the paradise that awaits him, of the resonating beauty and splendor that will greet him upon his passage through the gates. He visualizes only the bloodied and mangled corpses of his foes, slain in battle by the holy messenger of destruction, unleashed upon a sinful world so that penance may come in the form of pain. He continues to gaze slowly at the fruits of his Mother Earth, realizing the pain being forced upon the same beauty he gazes upon.
However, the black heart also realizes that this same realization must also be used for empowerment. The messiah wishes for him to spread the holy word and defend those who would be injured by the sinful nature of the human spirit. The thoughts enrage him, the fact that society routinely produces so cruel a populace and does nothing to smite the flow at all. The anger in the young man’s soul continues to rise higher and higher as he realizes that the pristine beauty he sees around him is under attack by the worthless earthly tendencies of the human race. They are a parasitical race, seeking only what gives them a sense of happiness or enjoyment. To the young one, society is nothing more than the proper name for a colony of parasites, as they simply take whatever they can without regard for the planet.
The Seraph realizes this evermore as he continues to let his thoughts drift along the waves of time. His thoughts drift in a pattern of waves, as if attempting to emulate the perfection embodied in the eternal flow of the grand design. He realizes this clearly, as it is for this reason that he currently resides in solitude as always. In solitude alone can he be at peace under the watchful eye of his heavenly father; in solitude alone can he catch a brief glimpse of the paradise the world once was. The feelings continue to swell within him, making him hate his adversaries all the more for taking Mother Earth away from her original state of paradise with their weak desires and unforgivable sins. He is to be the savior, he is to assume the physical manifestation of god’s grace, for through his selfless acts the innocent shall be saved and the evil punished, he exists as the literal hand of god.
Finally, the young fighter can take no more and closes his eyes before leaning his head back against the rock. He remains stationary and continues to let the sweet thoughts of paradise fill his mind. His breathing slow and rhythmic, his chest slowly pulsing up and down, the hated individual appears to temporarily be embracing the foreign concept known as peace. It is a foreign feeling to one whose existence is dedicated to battles and hardship. It is only when alone amongst the darkness that he can forget such tasks and enjoy a fleeting moment of false reality, a brief glimpse into the future that awaits him upon his ascension to the resurrected Eden. In solitude he sits, surrounded by the golden wings of light produced from his messiah. He sits protected, at ease, knowing that all of his torment and anger will be washed away into nothingness upon completion of his goal.
While still keeping his eyes closed and his breathing steady, the young one calmly speaks aloud once more, hoping his words may penetrate the earthly barriers surrounding him and his beloved father…
“Dear father, I know now in this very place that all of my work to spread your word is but a small price to pay for what I may later embrace. I feel it calling me my lord, the sweet beckoning call of immortality in a resurrected Eden. I would gladly throw away humanity for immortality; it is unthinkable to refuse entry into such a blessed place. But the dark souls, those horrible blackened spirits that have yielded control to the parasite known as sin; they are attempting to destroy the one path that leads to eternity. They act as roadblocks blessed savior, attempting to scare away those that would embrace the true seraphic radiance. This warped soul called Eirik Ragnar stands at the forefront of this blockade father, under the twisted belief that he will defeat your messenger and further his own earthly standing by stealing the Man of Steel Championship. He seeks to abuse the Great Book my lord, to use its pure message as a means to feed the black and vile masses with more fabricated lies hidden under the veil of neo-paganism. But fear not, for destiny shall reign supreme and the weak will fall in defeat at the hands of the strong. One’s destiny cannot be manipulated, therefore I will right this wrong and restore the grand design of fate to the perfect state of waves through which it flows. Everything must exist within the parameters of perfection; any deviance must be immediately destroyed if our goals are to truly come to fruition.”
Daniel falls silent once again now and simply rests against the rock, his body still as a statute. Despite this appearance however, it is obviously that young soul’s advanced mind is in motion, formulating the best plan of attack to use against his enemies. His timing is nearly mechanical in its precision, as after exactly one minute passes he opens his eyes and speaks aloud once more.
“I am empowered by the golden light my lord, your word is both my shield and sword. With your blessing I shall smite the pagan sheep that overcrowd our pure and blessed meadow. I am the sole one that walks the path illuminated by the radiant light of god; I am the only one that will not lose his way. The omega is forthcoming my father, and it is at that time that the battles shall finally end and the sinful are finally purged. I believe it was the human philosopher Isaac Newton that developed the Third Law of Motion. In this law, it is stated that every action must have an equal but opposite reaction; for every beginning there must be an end. This same law applies not only to motion but also to human life itself. If a human soul disobeys the will of God, there will naturally be a rebuke from the divine one. This sole place where the law differs however is in the field of equality. No man can stand in the wake of the wrath of gods, thus the anger of the deities shall soon bring the war for purity to an end. Soon the end will come for the unsaved minions of sin. Empower me and give me the strength dear lord. I stand steadfast in the wake of surrounding damnation, merely laughing as the seraphic radiance shields me from all of the black evil. Eirik Ragnar must pay heed dear lord, as he will lack the golden light and thusly suffer the wrath of an angry god. After all, multiple false deities pale in comparison to a single true one. Blessed be your vision Heavenly Father, bring forth our restored paradise!”
With this plea completed, the dark one rises and walks back over to the fire, seemingly ignoring the obviously massive heat the flames must be giving off. He continues moving closer and closer to the flames, as if understanding that the gifts of the lord enable him to withstand such searing heat and approach without hesitation. Once there, he casually grabs a nearby bucket and throws water over the fire, watching as the flames sizzle and die out. He watches as the ashes slowly die out; understanding that this is symbolic of what shall befall this world when his task is complete. Starting with the elimination of his upcoming opponents, he is about to set into motion a chain of acts that cannot be stopped. With this done, The Seraph turns and looks to walk away, but stops a few feet away from the ashes.
He slowly turns his head and gazes around one last time, seemingly basking in the serenity the dense forest provides him. It is almost as if he has fallen in love with the location, the darkness and solitude provided by the thick shield of plant-life. Devoid of human life, his location stands as a quick glimpse of paradise, without anger and without hate, without death and without pain. It is here that he once again realizes the importance of his task. If he is to restore the planet to its original serene state that exists in his eyes now, he must work even harder to drive sin out of this world. It must be through his labors that the entire world becomes like the forest, quiet and serene, devoid of the harsh nature of human life. He knows that he is the last hope for purity to reclaim its greatness in the world. He knows that only through him will Eden be restored at last…
The task will long and arduous, for he will find no assistance along the way, only organized resistance and constant battles. He fights alone against a multitude of those who would unite only for the purpose of witnessing his failure. He stands as the sole shield defending Mother Earth from complete eradication at the hands of the parasitical drones. Yet it matters not to one of a purified mind, for he is able to look past the short term and realize that he exists for a higher purpose. He knows that it will not be easy, yet at the same time this revelation empowers him all the more. He is the sole pure spirit resting within the core of the den of inequity. He realizes that he has no connection to human society, he truly is alone in a world of enemies, with only his iron faith and blessed messiah to help him in times of need.
Alone and unaided, the dark one continues to push forward all the more in spite of having no support in the physical sense. The sweet words of faith are the sole comfort to an exhausted and battered physical frame. While he may carry their appearance, he knows that he is not one of them thanks to the purity that exists within his spirit. He exists in physical form only to destroy and convert, while his true existence is to begin at the spiritual level. He is beyond human, as he can see beyond such base desires and live according to the true purpose dictated unto him by fate. After such sacrifice he shall find eternal happiness, making any hardship ever so fleeting. He thinks once again of the paradise that awaits him upon his final end, and it is this revelation that keeps him pushing forward. It will all be worth it in the end…
With this passing thought, a slight smile passes over Daniel’s face as he quickly drops to his knees, feeling the soft grass slowing folding under the weight of his body. He slowly closes his eyes and faces the stars before spreading his arms wide and entering into sweet prayer, even as the faint glow from the fire dies out and leaves him total darkness…
"Heavenly father, as I stand solemn among the serenity we all desire for our world, I am reminded of the pertinence of the task laid in front of me by your glorious wisdom. My last battle is with a new foe, as the one called Ryan Blade marches forward to decimate our holy lands, I shall stand forefront with my blade of justice, ready to bring it down upon all the sinners that would dare mar our beautiful paradise of resurrected Eden. He will fall because of his humanity, his inability to practice thought with the mathematical perfection of a soulless machine. He is empowered by deluded lies Holy Father, therefore it is only inevitable that he shall weaken and fall once those same lies are removed from his vision and revealed for the facades they truly are. He believes in his own superiority complex father, he believes that the façade of confidence that he exhibits will be enough to carry him to dominance over the will of god and allow him to obtain his coveted IWF Man of Steel Championship. On your holy name, on the name of the true spiritual leader of all existence, I shall eliminate him from this earthen world. This same fate shall befall all who would stand steadfast as a sacrificial offering. Through the offerings the altar shall have its thirst for sinful blood quenched, triggering the restoration of the planet to its previous state of paradise. They are to blame my messiah; it is the fault of humans that paradise was taken from us. Therefore, as the universal law states, all transgressions must be paid through life and blood. The blood will soon stain this land father; the land will turn crimson as the sinner’s blood runs down the holy altar. All of this torment shall not be for nothing however, as I resolve to stand firm and spread your blessed message. My reward shall make everything I have suffered through seem insignificant. Once I am allowed to embrace the paradise of Eden anew the physical pain I feel shall fade away and any remote psychological restraint shall be removed. As I stand proud as a follower of the faith, I know that my reward shall come in the form of restored Eden. I can see it in the distance father; we are oh so close to our goal. Through your grace I shall triumph in the name of the divine law, we shall deliver justice unto the unjust and finally return the purity that human society has raped from Mother Earth. She cries out even now, the searing pain draining her energy and slowly taking away her pure and pristine existence. I will save this world dear lord, this vow I pledge upon my status as a loyal servant of god. Ryan Blade lives for the pleasure of a single woman, while I live for a future. Through this I will triumph. Through this, I shall finally find peace...”
With that, The Seraph slowly rises to his feet. He looks to leave once again, but suddenly stops once again. It is at this moment that he performs a bizarre action as he snickers to himself, as if finding humor in some bizarre happening in his mind. Quickly reclaiming his senses, he casually gazes around one last time and utters a single statement to himself.
“Suum fortuna ero certus per sanctus mos de Deus.”
Once again speaking the cryptic language known as Latin, Daniel seemingly pays no further heed to the statement and walks through the trees, eventually disappearing in the thick plant life…
Well howdy there pardner.