Post by Sephiroth du Lac on Mar 17, 2014 3:43:37 GMT
"Cruelty, like every other vice,
requires no motive outside of itself;
it only requires opportunity."
-George Elliot-
For the last few weeks
I have endured your mockery. I have endured your silence. I have withstood the barrage of insults over who and what I am. I have endured your cruelty with the professionalism and durability of the true champion. But this... this exposure at the hands of others. This insult to not only myself but to a good and true woman who seeks only to better herself and the business. How dare you? Vultures! Ingrates! Scavengers! I may bare the curse but you are the true vampires. Leeches upon the whole of society. I know not which one of you is responsible but for his sins I assure you each one of you shall pay dearly.
*The camera opens on the interior of Du Lac Manor more specifically the dining room, it's massive table of fine cherry wood well polished and reflecting the dim light from the one window in the room. The ebony grandfather clock in the main hall ticks loudly as the seconds go by as Maria, the wife of the fallen one himself sits in quiet sorrow. She does not cry, crying is weakness, instead she sits staring at an empty wine glass and a bottle filled with red liquid. She sits staring. Unsure what to do, what to say about the events of this past week. She sighs as she surls her legs close to her in the large chair, her arms hugging tight against her legs as they softly crush against her breast. At length though a silhouette approaches. The silhouette of the dark lord himself. The Sanguine Assassin, Sephiroth du Lac, approaching with quiet dignity. He does not lower his head or say a word at first instead his countenance as serious as the grave as he approaches his wife. A soft smile gentle in it's simplicity crosses his face as she looks up her eyes narrowing at him. He just continues to smile as he reaches her side.*
Seph: Still upset, my darling?
*She says not a word but merely nods. A slow nod which belies her anger and pain in it's tempo. Seph sighs nodding himself in understanding as he looked to the contents of the table taking the wine bottle into his hand looking to it as he swirls the interior of the bottle with one hand feeling it's weight.*
Seph: You haven't eaten anything?
*She stays quiet for a moment as he looks at her with concern, at length she shakes her head, a gentle "no" as she sits curled into a ball. Seph sits the bottle down his face soft as he stares at her with the look of a lovers affection.*
Seph: Darling, you know better. Without sustenance you could be a danger to yourself or others. What would happen if you got hungry around Isabella? Surely despite what is happened you could let me pour you a glass? I'm sure in the end we can work it all out. Won't you keep your strength? For Isabella? For us?
*He says with a slight smile and a silver tongue. Maria looks at him cautious guarded but his smile slowly melts the deep hated stare and she nods as he just smiles and pops the cork. The smell of blood and wine mixing with the aroma of dried dead roses in the centerpiece of the table.*
For so long
have I held my tongue. For too long have I endured your battle cries. Liar they call me. Fake. Pretender. Which one of you truly knows me? Which one of you dares put me to the test? Each of you stand well enough when you face a human opponent but to me? I have yet to meet a true equal among you. Oh sure, I let you strut about thinking everyday that I am merely "one of you". That somehow we are the same. We are not the same. Equality is a lie I allow you to believe. We are not equal, for I am so much more than a human. More than a competitor. More than a champion. I am the perfection you all wish you could be.
*He begins to pour staring at maria with a pleasant smile as he does. His eyes locked on her and in those eyes something... something out of place yet so familiar in that gaze. The red liquid pours slow and thick the consistency color and smell of blood mixed with the scarlet sweet scent of bordeaux. As it pours her eyes close as predatory senses catch the scent on the wind. His eyes never leaving her even as she squirms to life in her chair.*
Seph: There we are. See we can be civil. Can't we? We can use our words to express our displeasure. We are not the animals they claim us to be, are we?
*She watches the glass slowly fill; half the glasses content already full but he keeps pouring. His expression never changing as he just stares at her. only his eyes change their softness slowly going to a dull listlessness.*
Seph: You must be so hungry, my dear. So famished. We wouldn't want you to waste away. No, we can't have that. Too many questions. We just need to talk, don't we? A nice... pleasant... talk...
*The glass fills but he doesn't stop pouring and that's when she looks up again this time however the eyes have changed again to a cold pinpoint stare that penetrates her and the viewers very soul.
I have withstood
the ravages of time. I have seen men of better worth run when I approach. I have seen legends of this business kiss my ring and lick my boots for fear I would not approve of them. Each one of you fools should prostrate yourselves before my throne and beg for my acceptance. My tolerance of your existence. I am the only true legend of this business. I am the voice which you hear in the darkest recesses of your soul. You think you are Gods? You think you are kings? I am the one true prince of this realm. I the once and future king.
I am your master.
I am your owner. You exist because I allow it. Come High Stakes each of you will try but I who reign over all men. I who stand surperior to each and everyone of you inferior fools. I shall stand hand raised in victory to the heavens. I am the destined champion. The true ruler of the IWF. And when I look down and see her prostrated before me, dragged to my throne like a concubine, then I will let you all have the privilege of bowing one by one by one before me. And you will all look up and ask, nay beg for my mercy. For my compassion. And I shall merely remind you all...
*He adjusts himself coldly as she lays there trying to pull herself up. He pretends to dust himself off and adjusts his cravat as he speaks down to her tossing a handkerchief from his pocket onto her squirming form.*
Seph: I'm going out. Clean yourself up. You look disgusting.
... I have none.
requires no motive outside of itself;
it only requires opportunity."
-George Elliot-
For the last few weeks
I have endured your mockery. I have endured your silence. I have withstood the barrage of insults over who and what I am. I have endured your cruelty with the professionalism and durability of the true champion. But this... this exposure at the hands of others. This insult to not only myself but to a good and true woman who seeks only to better herself and the business. How dare you? Vultures! Ingrates! Scavengers! I may bare the curse but you are the true vampires. Leeches upon the whole of society. I know not which one of you is responsible but for his sins I assure you each one of you shall pay dearly.
*The camera opens on the interior of Du Lac Manor more specifically the dining room, it's massive table of fine cherry wood well polished and reflecting the dim light from the one window in the room. The ebony grandfather clock in the main hall ticks loudly as the seconds go by as Maria, the wife of the fallen one himself sits in quiet sorrow. She does not cry, crying is weakness, instead she sits staring at an empty wine glass and a bottle filled with red liquid. She sits staring. Unsure what to do, what to say about the events of this past week. She sighs as she surls her legs close to her in the large chair, her arms hugging tight against her legs as they softly crush against her breast. At length though a silhouette approaches. The silhouette of the dark lord himself. The Sanguine Assassin, Sephiroth du Lac, approaching with quiet dignity. He does not lower his head or say a word at first instead his countenance as serious as the grave as he approaches his wife. A soft smile gentle in it's simplicity crosses his face as she looks up her eyes narrowing at him. He just continues to smile as he reaches her side.*
Seph: Still upset, my darling?
*She says not a word but merely nods. A slow nod which belies her anger and pain in it's tempo. Seph sighs nodding himself in understanding as he looked to the contents of the table taking the wine bottle into his hand looking to it as he swirls the interior of the bottle with one hand feeling it's weight.*
Seph: You haven't eaten anything?
*She stays quiet for a moment as he looks at her with concern, at length she shakes her head, a gentle "no" as she sits curled into a ball. Seph sits the bottle down his face soft as he stares at her with the look of a lovers affection.*
Seph: Darling, you know better. Without sustenance you could be a danger to yourself or others. What would happen if you got hungry around Isabella? Surely despite what is happened you could let me pour you a glass? I'm sure in the end we can work it all out. Won't you keep your strength? For Isabella? For us?
*He says with a slight smile and a silver tongue. Maria looks at him cautious guarded but his smile slowly melts the deep hated stare and she nods as he just smiles and pops the cork. The smell of blood and wine mixing with the aroma of dried dead roses in the centerpiece of the table.*
For so long
have I held my tongue. For too long have I endured your battle cries. Liar they call me. Fake. Pretender. Which one of you truly knows me? Which one of you dares put me to the test? Each of you stand well enough when you face a human opponent but to me? I have yet to meet a true equal among you. Oh sure, I let you strut about thinking everyday that I am merely "one of you". That somehow we are the same. We are not the same. Equality is a lie I allow you to believe. We are not equal, for I am so much more than a human. More than a competitor. More than a champion. I am the perfection you all wish you could be.
*He begins to pour staring at maria with a pleasant smile as he does. His eyes locked on her and in those eyes something... something out of place yet so familiar in that gaze. The red liquid pours slow and thick the consistency color and smell of blood mixed with the scarlet sweet scent of bordeaux. As it pours her eyes close as predatory senses catch the scent on the wind. His eyes never leaving her even as she squirms to life in her chair.*
Seph: There we are. See we can be civil. Can't we? We can use our words to express our displeasure. We are not the animals they claim us to be, are we?
*She watches the glass slowly fill; half the glasses content already full but he keeps pouring. His expression never changing as he just stares at her. only his eyes change their softness slowly going to a dull listlessness.*
Seph: You must be so hungry, my dear. So famished. We wouldn't want you to waste away. No, we can't have that. Too many questions. We just need to talk, don't we? A nice... pleasant... talk...
*The glass fills but he doesn't stop pouring and that's when she looks up again this time however the eyes have changed again to a cold pinpoint stare that penetrates her and the viewers very soul.
Her eyes widen a sudden unexplained terror washes over her as he keeps pouring the bottle almost vertical as the red croovy pours all over the table spilling off the side. He looks at her his chest rising and falling harder more dramatically as one can hear the ebony clock ticking loudly. The whole moment is as tense as a spring wound too tight. Her body shrinking backward into the chair as his face begins to tighten showing an odd sort of rage bubbling just under the surface.*
Seph: A long long conversation so that we can better understand each other. So by all means drink, my dear. Drink it all down. Every... single... last... drop...
*He says with a voice crackling with malicious anger and fury.*
Seph: A long long conversation so that we can better understand each other. So by all means drink, my dear. Drink it all down. Every... single... last... drop...
*He says with a voice crackling with malicious anger and fury.*
I have withstood
the ravages of time. I have seen men of better worth run when I approach. I have seen legends of this business kiss my ring and lick my boots for fear I would not approve of them. Each one of you fools should prostrate yourselves before my throne and beg for my acceptance. My tolerance of your existence. I am the only true legend of this business. I am the voice which you hear in the darkest recesses of your soul. You think you are Gods? You think you are kings? I am the one true prince of this realm. I the once and future king.
*She says nothing though her body shakes as the last few drops drip out of the bottle before he tosses it behind him and the glass shatters on the floor. She jumps as it does a single tear of crimson red falling down her cheek as he reaches out and tips over the glass spilling all of it's content onto the table.*
Seph: Why what's wrong, my dear? You seem to have made such a mess... well we can't have it wasted now can we? CAN WE?!
*She jumps as he yells and her eyes leak tears her voice cracking as she starts to cry in fear. Suddenly he grabs her by the back of her neck and drags her to the floor. He slams her face to the floor as he grabs her hand and pulls it to her view showing her wedding ring and engagement diamond. he shoves it in her face as she cries out.*
Seph: Look at this! LOOK AT IT!!! I gave you this when you had nothing! AND YOU DARE STRIKE ME!!! ATTACK YOUR CREATOR?!!! YOU FILTHY LITTLE BITCH!!!
*He spits in her face and rubs her head into the pool of red liquid puddling on the cold cherry wood flooring. She cries openly now her eyes filled with fear as he pushes her down almost stepping on her as he forces red all over her.*
Seph: Don't waste it! Lick it up! Do you hear me?! LICK IT UP! LICK IT UP!!!
*She trembles. This is no game. No kindness or compassion, cold humiliation. This is a lesson and she knows it as her tongue darts out she cries and begins licking slowly to the side of her mouth her tears flowing as he just smiles a smug grin.*
Seph: Good girl. Now, clean yourself up.
Maria: Yes, mi amor...
*As he hears the words he falls upon her again banging her head back to the ground with a bounce as he leans a knee on her back.*
Seph: NO! People love. You are not people. You are nothing to me. You will never call me that again.
*He leans in whispering harshly yet seductively in her ear.*
Seph: Now, say it properly... Yes...
Maria: Yes....
Seph: Yes, Ma- Ma-
Maria: Yes,.... Ma-master?
Seph: Good girl.
*He rises out of the view as she lays there weeping in the pool of crimson her eyes soaked red with tears.*
Seph: Why what's wrong, my dear? You seem to have made such a mess... well we can't have it wasted now can we? CAN WE?!
*She jumps as he yells and her eyes leak tears her voice cracking as she starts to cry in fear. Suddenly he grabs her by the back of her neck and drags her to the floor. He slams her face to the floor as he grabs her hand and pulls it to her view showing her wedding ring and engagement diamond. he shoves it in her face as she cries out.*
Seph: Look at this! LOOK AT IT!!! I gave you this when you had nothing! AND YOU DARE STRIKE ME!!! ATTACK YOUR CREATOR?!!! YOU FILTHY LITTLE BITCH!!!
*He spits in her face and rubs her head into the pool of red liquid puddling on the cold cherry wood flooring. She cries openly now her eyes filled with fear as he pushes her down almost stepping on her as he forces red all over her.*
Seph: Don't waste it! Lick it up! Do you hear me?! LICK IT UP! LICK IT UP!!!
*She trembles. This is no game. No kindness or compassion, cold humiliation. This is a lesson and she knows it as her tongue darts out she cries and begins licking slowly to the side of her mouth her tears flowing as he just smiles a smug grin.*
Seph: Good girl. Now, clean yourself up.
Maria: Yes, mi amor...
*As he hears the words he falls upon her again banging her head back to the ground with a bounce as he leans a knee on her back.*
Seph: NO! People love. You are not people. You are nothing to me. You will never call me that again.
*He leans in whispering harshly yet seductively in her ear.*
Seph: Now, say it properly... Yes...
Maria: Yes....
Seph: Yes, Ma- Ma-
Maria: Yes,.... Ma-master?
Seph: Good girl.
*He rises out of the view as she lays there weeping in the pool of crimson her eyes soaked red with tears.*
I am your master.
I am your owner. You exist because I allow it. Come High Stakes each of you will try but I who reign over all men. I who stand surperior to each and everyone of you inferior fools. I shall stand hand raised in victory to the heavens. I am the destined champion. The true ruler of the IWF. And when I look down and see her prostrated before me, dragged to my throne like a concubine, then I will let you all have the privilege of bowing one by one by one before me. And you will all look up and ask, nay beg for my mercy. For my compassion. And I shall merely remind you all...
*He adjusts himself coldly as she lays there trying to pull herself up. He pretends to dust himself off and adjusts his cravat as he speaks down to her tossing a handkerchief from his pocket onto her squirming form.*
Seph: I'm going out. Clean yourself up. You look disgusting.
*He pulls out his cell phone smiling returning to a pleasant countenance as he dials and puts the phone to his ear.*
Seph: Hello? Nikki? Would you mind if I came over? No, just me we wouldn't want any interruptions would we?
*he chuckles as he walks off screen as maria cringes into the fetal position as she cries the steady sound of blood dripping into the pool working with the ticking of the clock as the scene fades to black.*
Seph: Hello? Nikki? Would you mind if I came over? No, just me we wouldn't want any interruptions would we?
*he chuckles as he walks off screen as maria cringes into the fetal position as she cries the steady sound of blood dripping into the pool working with the ticking of the clock as the scene fades to black.*
... I have none.
Well howdy there pardner.