Post by Constantine on Jun 9, 2013 4:22:15 GMT
"Also their slain shall be thrown out. Their stench shall rise from their corpses, and the mountains shall be melted with their blood." Isaiah 34:3
It is a common tradition of the world for elders to pass down knowledge of their lifetime unto their offspring. Be it photographs, videos, written documents, or mere word of mouth, the normal activities and daily happenings of the lifetime are indeed handed down. However, the problem with this is the inevitable modifications of the truth for personal means. The truth is contorted and misshapen, molded into the optimum shape as desired by the one passing the knowledge on. It is this way that exaggerations rewrite history. It is this way that legends form...
What is a legend? Is it an unverified story handed down from early times, usually with historical significance? Or is it instead a romanticized myth of modern times? There are several definitions, yet all hold one key likeness in the fact that the absolute truth is ignored.
This contortion of reality is a highly emphasized trait of an uncontrolled, sin polluted world such as the one all people reside in currently. The poisonous immorality, feeding on our purity, sucking away the very foundations of humanity, condemning all to an existence based solely on greed and personal desires. Human beings need not worry about going to the place known as "hell", for they fail to realize that they stand among the pillars of fire at this very moment.
This sad realization. This is a revelation as to the fate of a damned world. This sudden influx of knowledge is what frightens people the most. The understanding that humanity is damned to destruction and that sanctity can only be found in a source that is both abhorred and feared. It is due to this that legends come forth, to pacify the history of the planet. To make is seem better, so that the gods may be merciful when the time for humanity to be placed on the holy altar of judgment comes forth. It is so sad that this is meaningless, since the almighty can see and hear all. He knows that it's all a façade. He knows each and every line of the play, and is merely waiting until the curtain falls to take action.
They say that history is written by winners. This could not be further from the truth, as it is not possible to be a "winner" in a world where all are damned. History itself does not exist; it is the mere passing on of information from generations past. History is a myth, a fairy tale thought up by past generations for the purpose of putting the future at ease. History is nothing but a bunch of lies told in a way to insinuate truthfulness. History is nothing but a legend...
These legends continue on, gaining prominence and support from each and every human being that learns of them. This is how they even exist in the first place, merely on the assumptions of truth by the ignorant infidels that populate Mother Earth. They continue to seep through the world, not unlike the viral pattern utilized by sin itself. They continue even now under numerous different names. Myths, superstitions, ancient texts. All mere synonyms for lies and proper names for contorted truth.
It is through legends that the resistance works its treacherous tasks. Through the use of false information contorted to appear as legitimate, the resistance is able to convert followers away from the path of sanctity into the darkness. All too often a normal human being will pick the easy path that leads to damnation rather than the difficult path that leads to salvation.
However the resistance fails in their own arrogance. They think not of the power of the faith, instead choosing to exemplify and exaggerate their own power for the purpose of keeping their followers under the spell. These leaders utilize legends in the most blasphemous way possible, as they take holy followers away from the great father himself.
The mythos utilized most commonly is ironically the one with which the faith can destroy most easily. Perhaps a bizarre irony proving the ignorance of the wretched race known as humans, it is the mythology of human intelligence and species dominance that provides the largest number of converts to the dark ways, all the while humoring itself, suggesting it stands a remote chance against the holy light brigade of god...
At the helm of this brigade stands a messenger, unyielding in the task given to him directly via the true messiah. He stands firm and unyielding, preparing to lead the holy ones on a crusade against those dedicated to tarnishing his beautiful paradise. It is a testament to the holy one's wisdom to utilize action this way. Among all the legends of the world, one of the most famous is that of the legendary charge of the light brigade. Due to this, it is known by a large number of the damned ones, and thus is easily recognizable when mentioned by the light of heaven.
The leader sits solemnly and quiet even now, continuing to formulate plans of attack against those that would dare mar the beautiful and holy word. In absolute solitude as always, clad in the trademark blackness, trench coat and all, the young one sits silently and contemplates his next move. His eyes show none of the trademark fury and in fact look to possess no life whatsoever, a testament to the unyielding concentration of the messenger of heaven.
The serenity of the setting does nothing to move the black heart of the dark one as he sits. Sitting on a large rock located next to a huge rock face, the young one does not move a mere inch. A beautiful waterfall flows continuously with crystal clear water, yet its beauty cannot override the blackness radiating from the emotionless soul that mars the scene with his dark thoughts.
It is now that movement intervenes, as the young one lifts his head and gazes into the flowing waters, all the while keeping his stone expression the same. He gazes longingly and solidly, never once averting his site nor moving his head. He continues to stare even now, the eyes still looking uncharacteristically normal as time passes. What is most interesting is the expression the eyes give off. Upon looking into the window, the window to a man's soul, one can see a bizarre occurrence in the one consumed by the black fires of hate...
For it is in the eyes that one can finally see a glimpse of humanity in the one without conscience or pity. It is in the eyes that for perhaps the first time, the man known as “The Seraph” Daniel Constantine actually shows emotion. It is clear that his demeanor is different, that his thoughts are having a different effect on him. The eyes show not the dark fires of hatred and rage, but rather a gentle sadness that comes in one haunted by the memories that he can only wish were legends...
For in the mind of the young man, such thoughts and memories are attacking him. The only enemy he cannot lead his light brigade into battle against, the memories overtake his defenses and force their will upon him. He struggles valiantly to forget, looking to his father for some means of alleviation. Yet none can come, as even the lord himself cannot eradicate the memories. Try as he might, he cannot forget his past. Try as he might, he cannot forget the incident that made him the way he is today...
However, Daniel somehow manages to break away from the hypnotic flow of the waters and look away. Once he is turned away from the falls the eyes reclaim their trademark rage and hate. The emotion leaves him once again and he becomes a statue once more. The humanity has been taken from him again, he is now The Seraph all know and fear.
Still making doubly sure to keep facing away from the falls, the young warrior gazes into the sky, trying to penetrate the black cloak of night and reach out unto his father that resides in heaven. He kneels immediately in the characteristic position of prayer, spreads his arms, and invokes with himself the will to abide by the wishes of his personal Christ.
"I must be resurrected...”
Uncharacteristically pausing after only the briefest of statements, Daniel noticeably has to fight back emotion before being able to continue with his message to the lord above.
“Although I did not directly fail you, I still did not produce the complete victory you wished for. For this, I must be resurrected into a higher form of fighter. It is by your will alone that I accomplish my tasks on this earth, thus I turn to you for judgment. Although I was not directly defeated, it does not change the fact that Ryan Blade gained direct victory instead of me. If my fate is to be destroyed by the hands of an angry god, then let my punishment commence...”
At this point, Daniel closes his eyes and takes a single deep breath, as if resigning himself to his fate. He waits in this pose for several minutes, seemingly understanding that his father might destroy him for failing to achieve total victory. The minutes tick by however and nothing happens, with only the sound of the waterfall and the occasional sound of nocturnal creatures penetrating the symphony of silence in the environment.
Eventually, the young fighter seemingly gets the answer he was looking for and acknowledges his master once more.
“I understand father. My eternal loyalty is given to you for your unending mercy. Please forgive my failings. I shall complete the sacrifice you demand. I will accept your generous offer and give my very spirit to you to be cleansed...”
Upon completing his bizarre “prayer”, Daniel rises, smacks a closed fist into his other open palm, and bows deeply in a sign of understanding. With this done, he slowly turns around and walks slowly toward the waterfall. Making sure to casually gaze away so as to not look directly into the falls, he walks over to the very edge of the falls, hearing the roaring waters beside him. He reaches into his trench coat and produces a small capsule, which he then proceeds to break open on the rock face. Holding the contents of the capsule in his hand, the young one reaches the same hand out and puts it in the waterfall. Closing his eyes and breathing heavily as the waters pound his hand, he waits for the capsule to do its work.
He opens his eyes just in time to see the fruits of his labors. He watches as a mysterious red liquid permeated throughout the falls, turning the entire waterfall blood red! He looks at his hands, at the redness coming from there, obviously the results of whatever was enclosed in the capsule. He pulls his hand back and stares at it, eyeing the dim red stain and droplets of water on his palm, obviously the result of some type of powerful dye.
He breaks his gaze and looks now into the falls, which have now become completely blood red. This has a different effect on the man, as he is able to stare at the flowing waters now without breaking his characteristic demeanor. He then performs a most bizarre and strange action. He turns around, and then bends backwards, almost Matrix-like, allowing his entire upper body to be consumed by the flowing waters!
He amazingly holds this position for several minutes, all the while allowing the waters to beat down on his helpless body. His arms spread in prayer; it is almost as if he is sacrificing himself to the blood of the ancients. It's as if he's giving himself over completely to the holy one and sacrificing all the life he has. He has become a self-imposed blood sacrifice to god…
He finally completes this anomalistic ritual and rises back to a standing position. Upon straightening it looks as if he's just been through a major automobile accident, as the water has stained his whole upper body red and the red water looks very similar to blood as it drips off of him. It is here the young one gives a demonic looking smile, and spreads his arms once again to speak to his lord, not even bothering to enter the normal prayer position.
"My sacrifice to you blessed messiah. I do this to symbolize the heights of cruelty I will put myself through to please you. In this I make it known that I am prepared to undergo a baptism even in a river of blood.”
At this point, Daniel has to stop and wince slightly in pain, the effects of holding such an awkward pose in the waterfall clearly having an effect on him. Despite this though, he quickly collects himself and continues on from where he left off.
“I will gladly make it so that this is real blood if it means your holy will shall be done. I pray that Ryan Blade knows that this is the fate that awaits him upon our encounter. I also pray that Joe Everyman realizes his impending destruction and abandons his brethren while he is still able. All others commonly called pawns are not a part of this equation, thus they should consider themselves lucky. I will do all in my power for you father. I am willing to sacrifice anything and everything if it shall make Eden's resurrection come forth quicker. For once it comes forth we will be perfect again.”
With this, The Seraph finishes and once again faces the red waters. Again the thoughts of destruction fill his tortured mind. He recalls all the legends of the world, at how ludicrous some truly are, and how easily the mindless cattle known as society are drawn in. He realizes just how ignorant all that don't follow the faith truly are. He realizes that he is the only hope at saving the world from total destruction at the hands of those influenced by sin.
He also thinks of his opposition and of the fate that awaits them upon meeting the one empowered by the heavens. He realizes that he must obliterate him without the slightest hint of mercy so as to send a message to the ignorant masses that support the resistance. He knows that he must be a soulless monster for his father. He knows that must slaughter all without hesitance if he is to successfully complete the task assigned to him by god...
With this the dark one turns to leave, yet he stops near the rock he was initially setting on and speaks aloud to his lord, without entering any of his trademark positions of prayer.
"Father, I will not fail you. Your will shall be done and the resistance will be crushed. I will do everything to ensure that the masses hear your holy word. People wonder why I chose this method as competition to do the works of the lord. However, isn’t the answer so very obvious? Through this method of battle, legends are sculpted from their win records and from the impressions they make upon the world. If I am to truly reach as many as possible, isn’t the logical way to do so? Ryan Blade is a young and arrogant man fixated on material gain. Joe Everyman is a plain and average man, seemingly only looking for personal glory. I on the other hand am here to do the very work of god.”
The Seraph pauses now to give a very slight smile. This is not one of anger or evil, but an actual, legitimate smile, a very rare occurrence for one so inundated with the discipline of a Jesuit monk. Knowing the meaning of such an action, he quickly regains focus and utters one final statement.
“I have been baptized in blood and am now born again. I walk the earth with a resurrected warrior spirit. My target is Ryan Blade. My target is Joe Everyman. My target is any who would stand in the way of the lord’s work. Breathe into this world a new life father, for your son is now ready to battle. I have no regrets about the path I have chosen, thus it is now my job to make it to end.”
Upon finishing, Daniel merely walks away slowly, never looking back at the red waters, until he is completely out of sight...
It is a common tradition of the world for elders to pass down knowledge of their lifetime unto their offspring. Be it photographs, videos, written documents, or mere word of mouth, the normal activities and daily happenings of the lifetime are indeed handed down. However, the problem with this is the inevitable modifications of the truth for personal means. The truth is contorted and misshapen, molded into the optimum shape as desired by the one passing the knowledge on. It is this way that exaggerations rewrite history. It is this way that legends form...
What is a legend? Is it an unverified story handed down from early times, usually with historical significance? Or is it instead a romanticized myth of modern times? There are several definitions, yet all hold one key likeness in the fact that the absolute truth is ignored.
This contortion of reality is a highly emphasized trait of an uncontrolled, sin polluted world such as the one all people reside in currently. The poisonous immorality, feeding on our purity, sucking away the very foundations of humanity, condemning all to an existence based solely on greed and personal desires. Human beings need not worry about going to the place known as "hell", for they fail to realize that they stand among the pillars of fire at this very moment.
This sad realization. This is a revelation as to the fate of a damned world. This sudden influx of knowledge is what frightens people the most. The understanding that humanity is damned to destruction and that sanctity can only be found in a source that is both abhorred and feared. It is due to this that legends come forth, to pacify the history of the planet. To make is seem better, so that the gods may be merciful when the time for humanity to be placed on the holy altar of judgment comes forth. It is so sad that this is meaningless, since the almighty can see and hear all. He knows that it's all a façade. He knows each and every line of the play, and is merely waiting until the curtain falls to take action.
They say that history is written by winners. This could not be further from the truth, as it is not possible to be a "winner" in a world where all are damned. History itself does not exist; it is the mere passing on of information from generations past. History is a myth, a fairy tale thought up by past generations for the purpose of putting the future at ease. History is nothing but a bunch of lies told in a way to insinuate truthfulness. History is nothing but a legend...
These legends continue on, gaining prominence and support from each and every human being that learns of them. This is how they even exist in the first place, merely on the assumptions of truth by the ignorant infidels that populate Mother Earth. They continue to seep through the world, not unlike the viral pattern utilized by sin itself. They continue even now under numerous different names. Myths, superstitions, ancient texts. All mere synonyms for lies and proper names for contorted truth.
It is through legends that the resistance works its treacherous tasks. Through the use of false information contorted to appear as legitimate, the resistance is able to convert followers away from the path of sanctity into the darkness. All too often a normal human being will pick the easy path that leads to damnation rather than the difficult path that leads to salvation.
However the resistance fails in their own arrogance. They think not of the power of the faith, instead choosing to exemplify and exaggerate their own power for the purpose of keeping their followers under the spell. These leaders utilize legends in the most blasphemous way possible, as they take holy followers away from the great father himself.
The mythos utilized most commonly is ironically the one with which the faith can destroy most easily. Perhaps a bizarre irony proving the ignorance of the wretched race known as humans, it is the mythology of human intelligence and species dominance that provides the largest number of converts to the dark ways, all the while humoring itself, suggesting it stands a remote chance against the holy light brigade of god...
At the helm of this brigade stands a messenger, unyielding in the task given to him directly via the true messiah. He stands firm and unyielding, preparing to lead the holy ones on a crusade against those dedicated to tarnishing his beautiful paradise. It is a testament to the holy one's wisdom to utilize action this way. Among all the legends of the world, one of the most famous is that of the legendary charge of the light brigade. Due to this, it is known by a large number of the damned ones, and thus is easily recognizable when mentioned by the light of heaven.
The leader sits solemnly and quiet even now, continuing to formulate plans of attack against those that would dare mar the beautiful and holy word. In absolute solitude as always, clad in the trademark blackness, trench coat and all, the young one sits silently and contemplates his next move. His eyes show none of the trademark fury and in fact look to possess no life whatsoever, a testament to the unyielding concentration of the messenger of heaven.
The serenity of the setting does nothing to move the black heart of the dark one as he sits. Sitting on a large rock located next to a huge rock face, the young one does not move a mere inch. A beautiful waterfall flows continuously with crystal clear water, yet its beauty cannot override the blackness radiating from the emotionless soul that mars the scene with his dark thoughts.
It is now that movement intervenes, as the young one lifts his head and gazes into the flowing waters, all the while keeping his stone expression the same. He gazes longingly and solidly, never once averting his site nor moving his head. He continues to stare even now, the eyes still looking uncharacteristically normal as time passes. What is most interesting is the expression the eyes give off. Upon looking into the window, the window to a man's soul, one can see a bizarre occurrence in the one consumed by the black fires of hate...
For it is in the eyes that one can finally see a glimpse of humanity in the one without conscience or pity. It is in the eyes that for perhaps the first time, the man known as “The Seraph” Daniel Constantine actually shows emotion. It is clear that his demeanor is different, that his thoughts are having a different effect on him. The eyes show not the dark fires of hatred and rage, but rather a gentle sadness that comes in one haunted by the memories that he can only wish were legends...
For in the mind of the young man, such thoughts and memories are attacking him. The only enemy he cannot lead his light brigade into battle against, the memories overtake his defenses and force their will upon him. He struggles valiantly to forget, looking to his father for some means of alleviation. Yet none can come, as even the lord himself cannot eradicate the memories. Try as he might, he cannot forget his past. Try as he might, he cannot forget the incident that made him the way he is today...
However, Daniel somehow manages to break away from the hypnotic flow of the waters and look away. Once he is turned away from the falls the eyes reclaim their trademark rage and hate. The emotion leaves him once again and he becomes a statue once more. The humanity has been taken from him again, he is now The Seraph all know and fear.
Still making doubly sure to keep facing away from the falls, the young warrior gazes into the sky, trying to penetrate the black cloak of night and reach out unto his father that resides in heaven. He kneels immediately in the characteristic position of prayer, spreads his arms, and invokes with himself the will to abide by the wishes of his personal Christ.
"I must be resurrected...”
Uncharacteristically pausing after only the briefest of statements, Daniel noticeably has to fight back emotion before being able to continue with his message to the lord above.
“Although I did not directly fail you, I still did not produce the complete victory you wished for. For this, I must be resurrected into a higher form of fighter. It is by your will alone that I accomplish my tasks on this earth, thus I turn to you for judgment. Although I was not directly defeated, it does not change the fact that Ryan Blade gained direct victory instead of me. If my fate is to be destroyed by the hands of an angry god, then let my punishment commence...”
At this point, Daniel closes his eyes and takes a single deep breath, as if resigning himself to his fate. He waits in this pose for several minutes, seemingly understanding that his father might destroy him for failing to achieve total victory. The minutes tick by however and nothing happens, with only the sound of the waterfall and the occasional sound of nocturnal creatures penetrating the symphony of silence in the environment.
Eventually, the young fighter seemingly gets the answer he was looking for and acknowledges his master once more.
“I understand father. My eternal loyalty is given to you for your unending mercy. Please forgive my failings. I shall complete the sacrifice you demand. I will accept your generous offer and give my very spirit to you to be cleansed...”
Upon completing his bizarre “prayer”, Daniel rises, smacks a closed fist into his other open palm, and bows deeply in a sign of understanding. With this done, he slowly turns around and walks slowly toward the waterfall. Making sure to casually gaze away so as to not look directly into the falls, he walks over to the very edge of the falls, hearing the roaring waters beside him. He reaches into his trench coat and produces a small capsule, which he then proceeds to break open on the rock face. Holding the contents of the capsule in his hand, the young one reaches the same hand out and puts it in the waterfall. Closing his eyes and breathing heavily as the waters pound his hand, he waits for the capsule to do its work.
He opens his eyes just in time to see the fruits of his labors. He watches as a mysterious red liquid permeated throughout the falls, turning the entire waterfall blood red! He looks at his hands, at the redness coming from there, obviously the results of whatever was enclosed in the capsule. He pulls his hand back and stares at it, eyeing the dim red stain and droplets of water on his palm, obviously the result of some type of powerful dye.
He breaks his gaze and looks now into the falls, which have now become completely blood red. This has a different effect on the man, as he is able to stare at the flowing waters now without breaking his characteristic demeanor. He then performs a most bizarre and strange action. He turns around, and then bends backwards, almost Matrix-like, allowing his entire upper body to be consumed by the flowing waters!
He amazingly holds this position for several minutes, all the while allowing the waters to beat down on his helpless body. His arms spread in prayer; it is almost as if he is sacrificing himself to the blood of the ancients. It's as if he's giving himself over completely to the holy one and sacrificing all the life he has. He has become a self-imposed blood sacrifice to god…
He finally completes this anomalistic ritual and rises back to a standing position. Upon straightening it looks as if he's just been through a major automobile accident, as the water has stained his whole upper body red and the red water looks very similar to blood as it drips off of him. It is here the young one gives a demonic looking smile, and spreads his arms once again to speak to his lord, not even bothering to enter the normal prayer position.
"My sacrifice to you blessed messiah. I do this to symbolize the heights of cruelty I will put myself through to please you. In this I make it known that I am prepared to undergo a baptism even in a river of blood.”
At this point, Daniel has to stop and wince slightly in pain, the effects of holding such an awkward pose in the waterfall clearly having an effect on him. Despite this though, he quickly collects himself and continues on from where he left off.
“I will gladly make it so that this is real blood if it means your holy will shall be done. I pray that Ryan Blade knows that this is the fate that awaits him upon our encounter. I also pray that Joe Everyman realizes his impending destruction and abandons his brethren while he is still able. All others commonly called pawns are not a part of this equation, thus they should consider themselves lucky. I will do all in my power for you father. I am willing to sacrifice anything and everything if it shall make Eden's resurrection come forth quicker. For once it comes forth we will be perfect again.”
With this, The Seraph finishes and once again faces the red waters. Again the thoughts of destruction fill his tortured mind. He recalls all the legends of the world, at how ludicrous some truly are, and how easily the mindless cattle known as society are drawn in. He realizes just how ignorant all that don't follow the faith truly are. He realizes that he is the only hope at saving the world from total destruction at the hands of those influenced by sin.
He also thinks of his opposition and of the fate that awaits them upon meeting the one empowered by the heavens. He realizes that he must obliterate him without the slightest hint of mercy so as to send a message to the ignorant masses that support the resistance. He knows that he must be a soulless monster for his father. He knows that must slaughter all without hesitance if he is to successfully complete the task assigned to him by god...
With this the dark one turns to leave, yet he stops near the rock he was initially setting on and speaks aloud to his lord, without entering any of his trademark positions of prayer.
"Father, I will not fail you. Your will shall be done and the resistance will be crushed. I will do everything to ensure that the masses hear your holy word. People wonder why I chose this method as competition to do the works of the lord. However, isn’t the answer so very obvious? Through this method of battle, legends are sculpted from their win records and from the impressions they make upon the world. If I am to truly reach as many as possible, isn’t the logical way to do so? Ryan Blade is a young and arrogant man fixated on material gain. Joe Everyman is a plain and average man, seemingly only looking for personal glory. I on the other hand am here to do the very work of god.”
The Seraph pauses now to give a very slight smile. This is not one of anger or evil, but an actual, legitimate smile, a very rare occurrence for one so inundated with the discipline of a Jesuit monk. Knowing the meaning of such an action, he quickly regains focus and utters one final statement.
“I have been baptized in blood and am now born again. I walk the earth with a resurrected warrior spirit. My target is Ryan Blade. My target is Joe Everyman. My target is any who would stand in the way of the lord’s work. Breathe into this world a new life father, for your son is now ready to battle. I have no regrets about the path I have chosen, thus it is now my job to make it to end.”
Upon finishing, Daniel merely walks away slowly, never looking back at the red waters, until he is completely out of sight...
Well howdy there pardner.