Post by Sephiroth du Lac on Mar 14, 2014 3:34:54 GMT
“In the middle of the journey of our life,
I found myself within a dark woods,
where the straight way was lost.”
I found myself within a dark woods,
where the straight way was lost.”
-Dante Alighieri, Inferno-
Number 15.
Caught between heaven and hell.
A purgatory.
How fitting for a man
forced to walk between
life and death.
For a creature that
shall know neither
in death
the punishment of
the flames
nor the peace of
eternity.
Upon this day I
look for a sign.
None are seen
save for the
chiming of
the clock.
Counting
the hours
till our
day of
judgement.
So shall I
rise to
heaven's light?
Or condemned
to hell's failure?
How does one
prepare for
purgatory?
Does one pray?
Does one commit sin?
Or does one just sit there?
Sit and wait
for the
inevitable?
Still it is better
than nothing.
A chance.
It's all I have
asked for.
A chance to
claim that which
I left behind.
That which I left
behind for her.
*He sits pouring over another page a possible list of mystery contestants e-mailed with an official IWF Staff seal to it when suddenly a flurry of movement catches his eye a figure moves into the room, her heels clopping on the floor. The figure is that of maria and Seph barely has time to react as she rushes toward him.*
Seph: Darling, I...
*Suddenly her hand flies and she smacks Seph right across the face. papers fly as she tosses a magazine on the table. She goes to slap him again but he catches her hand. She growls and grunts fighting against him as she struggles and strains in his grip. He pushes against her angrily as she falls back to the floor. In an instant she's back up screaming and running at him as she knocks him backward onto the papers he had accumulated.*
Maria: ¡Hijo de puta, hijo de puta! Te voy a matar! ¿Cómo puedes hacerme esto?! Para nuestra familia?! Dijiste que me amabas! ¡Mentiroso! Maldito idiota!
*Finally he pushes knocking her backward and drawing his cane up. She snarls at him only to walk out screaming into the echoing empty house. A baby's cry resounding from the far end. Seph looks around the room in sudden shock. His eyes filled with confusion as he mutters under his breath.*
Seph: Crazy bitch. What set her off?
*Seph then looked down at the magazine and with a sudden gasp he realized... the problem.*
And once more
I find myself
the villain.
Once more
cast into
perdition
with Sammael.
Once more
I am made
the devil flesh.
A woman's heart
is a vault
of lies and secrets.
A man's heart
is the same
save much
more secure.
There is no
more dangerous
weapon than
the truth.
I have taught
that to many.
Now it is I
that am
discovering
the lesson.
Just like
Lucifer
to shed light.
Ever the accuser.
And now what
am I to be?
Hero?
Savior?
Villain?
Destroyer?
Perhaps I'll
stay in this
place.
This purgatory.
This place
between
Heaven
and
Hell.
Number 15.
Caught between heaven and hell.
A purgatory.
How fitting for a man
forced to walk between
life and death.
For a creature that
shall know neither
in death
the punishment of
the flames
nor the peace of
eternity.
*The camera falls on the interior of Du Lac Manor in the private study of the fallen one, Sephiroth du Lac as he sits his face lost in the glow of the fire burning in the fireplace. His eyes dancing in that light lost in it's twitching flame as he leans and stares empty eyed in the fire. He bites his cuticles in nervous anticipation as he sits. He pulls out his phone looking at it in anticipation. He sets it down on the nearby table where he leans disappointed staring back at the fire. The agony of the moment driving him mad as he stares gritting his teeth. Waiting ever vigilant. Finally "Blood" by In this Moment resounds and he presses the button the screen reads simply...
Message from NMichaels@iwf.staff.net
-15-
-15-
He sighs staring with an expressionless face. Suddenly the song plays again and he looks back at the phone...
Message from NMichaels@iwf.staff.net
C U 2nite? Dinner?
C U 2nite? Dinner?
He smiles softly as he typed his reply before putting up the phone with a slight smile upon his face as he turned to the table revealing it covered with pages and pages of dossiers littering the table.*
Upon this day I
look for a sign.
None are seen
save for the
chiming of
the clock.
Counting
the hours
till our
day of
judgement.
So shall I
rise to
heaven's light?
Or condemned
to hell's failure?
How does one
prepare for
purgatory?
Does one pray?
Does one commit sin?
Or does one just sit there?
Sit and wait
for the
inevitable?
*He ponders through each file writing various notes on each opponent. Bits and pieces of medical records. The whole thing fitting like a puzzle. X-rays of Xavier Cross' hands. Caleb White's Physical Fitness Form. Jimmy Zane's psyche report. Spike Kane's medical records and x-rays of his right hand. Piles upon piles of information personal, professional, legal, psychological anything that can give him even the slightest advantage. He ponders over the pile picking bits and pieces trying to assemble it. Somewhere in this jigsaw puzzle there is the key. The key to the unobtainable that which he has sought this entire time.*
Still it is better
than nothing.
A chance.
It's all I have
asked for.
A chance to
claim that which
I left behind.
That which I left
behind for her.
*He sits pouring over another page a possible list of mystery contestants e-mailed with an official IWF Staff seal to it when suddenly a flurry of movement catches his eye a figure moves into the room, her heels clopping on the floor. The figure is that of maria and Seph barely has time to react as she rushes toward him.*
Seph: Darling, I...
*Suddenly her hand flies and she smacks Seph right across the face. papers fly as she tosses a magazine on the table. She goes to slap him again but he catches her hand. She growls and grunts fighting against him as she struggles and strains in his grip. He pushes against her angrily as she falls back to the floor. In an instant she's back up screaming and running at him as she knocks him backward onto the papers he had accumulated.*
Maria: ¡Hijo de puta, hijo de puta! Te voy a matar! ¿Cómo puedes hacerme esto?! Para nuestra familia?! Dijiste que me amabas! ¡Mentiroso! Maldito idiota!
*Finally he pushes knocking her backward and drawing his cane up. She snarls at him only to walk out screaming into the echoing empty house. A baby's cry resounding from the far end. Seph looks around the room in sudden shock. His eyes filled with confusion as he mutters under his breath.*
Seph: Crazy bitch. What set her off?
*Seph then looked down at the magazine and with a sudden gasp he realized... the problem.*
And once more
I find myself
the villain.
Once more
cast into
perdition
with Sammael.
Once more
I am made
the devil flesh.
A woman's heart
is a vault
of lies and secrets.
A man's heart
is the same
save much
more secure.
There is no
more dangerous
weapon than
the truth.
I have taught
that to many.
Now it is I
that am
discovering
the lesson.
"VAMP OF STEEL CAUGHT WITH IWF God of Olympus"
*The headline said it all and Seph's eyes widened as he collapsed in his chair. His fists clenched in anger. A picture on the page showed him leaving Nikki's hotel room shortly after his victory over Michael. Another showed them kissing in the window of their hotel room. Seph stifled an angry rage fueled scream as he clenched the magazine with a frustrated fury. He reaches down and takes the phone again. With the press of a few buttons the phone comes to life and he brings it to his ear.*
Seph: We have a problem. Have you seen the "Rumor Mill" yet? I think you should bring it up... yeah, she knows.
Seph: We have a problem. Have you seen the "Rumor Mill" yet? I think you should bring it up... yeah, she knows.
Just like
Lucifer
to shed light.
Ever the accuser.
And now what
am I to be?
Hero?
Savior?
Villain?
Destroyer?
Perhaps I'll
stay in this
place.
This purgatory.
This place
between
Heaven
and
Hell.
Well howdy there pardner.