Post by ulvendagoth on Apr 5, 2024 15:17:07 GMT -5
Nooomaaaadddd…
We are surrounded by the deep void under Poena's church, a single spotlight shining down. The light envelopes the figure of Poena as he kneels, shirtless and with his arms spread.
You so love to walk your little roads. Always running. But while you wonder, I do what needs to be done.
At these words, a cat of nine tails made of thick chains slams into his back, not drawing a flinch or even a shifting of his position despite the fear and even anger in the swing.
I train. I condition. You think that you are the pinnacle, the one above all, but I know the truth, Nomad.
Even as he speaks, the blows from the chains rain down, raising welts and bruises.
That belt—the glory—is the only thing that keeps your ego going. That's why you want to keep it so badly. Without it, you aren't the big dog in the yard, right?
Poena laughs madly as blood trickles down his back, before leaning back and letting the chains hit his chest. His voice distorts with the force of the blows.
That is why I want to take it from you! I want to crush that ego of yours, I want to grind you into the harshness of your own faults till only dust remains! You've deserved nothing else for far too long.
Poena shifts again, and the blows are starting to hit his arms now. They barely move, even as the chains wrap around and rip at his skin.
The glory has its roots in your mind so deeply you even mocked Him! You must be mad to even think of such a thing. Don't worry, I'll take you to Him and his terribly beautiful form will blast those roots and any thoughts from your mind. Because... I will beat you, Nomad. You will fail.
The chains stop swinging in, the sound of panting in the background... the Child exhausted and winded.
Because I'm willing to go further than you. I'm willing to break myself and you. I'm willing to throw away my body just to destroy yours. You have earned His vehemence, and I must exact a price. I'll hang you from the ring by the chains you worship and laugh. Even now, you can see the difference. Look at what we are both doing at this moment, Nomad.
Poena lets the words hang in the air for a moment, then laughs. His soul burning, slithering laugh of contempt.
Besides all of that, Nooomad, you think you are the voice in my head. No, no. Because you might be strong and clever… you might have even beaten me in the past but…
He straightens up, his multicolored eye flaring to life as his voice grows more serious and calm… coldly dangerous.
Nomad, you are a fool. In your time away, caused by my vessel to allow you growth, I have grown stronger and made manifest my will. You fight not one but two foes, and my anger is indeed terrible.
Poena shakes his head, staring into the camera unblinkingly as he continues.
I am the cosmic truth, Nomad, that nothing comes without pain. All love is forged in the fire of suffering. I’ve influenced your life, by your own admission, and yet you still fight my vessel and my message. Very well. I love you, and that means I must break you again to let you see the truth. I will reach into you and pull from you those parts that are just like your father and mother and show them to you, crush them, and break every part of you until you finally understand.
Poena's nose, eyes, and mouth start bleeding as he continues, but he shows no sign of noticing.
All roads lead to pain and suffering. All pain leads to healing and growth. To be broken is to be the truest form of yourself, a garden ready to be grown. What would grow from soil so rich in suffering?
Poena smiles the coldest, most loving smile that's ever existed—a paradox of emotion.
I know. I know your flaws. I know your strengths. I know all the thoughts you have as you lay in the darkness before sleep. I know that under that calm facade, you feel anger and fear. I know you, Jimmy Sloane…
His voice warps to that of Nomad's woman to say his name, then back.
… and soon you will know me. You and your friends.
We are surrounded by the deep void under Poena's church, a single spotlight shining down. The light envelopes the figure of Poena as he kneels, shirtless and with his arms spread.
You so love to walk your little roads. Always running. But while you wonder, I do what needs to be done.
At these words, a cat of nine tails made of thick chains slams into his back, not drawing a flinch or even a shifting of his position despite the fear and even anger in the swing.
I train. I condition. You think that you are the pinnacle, the one above all, but I know the truth, Nomad.
Even as he speaks, the blows from the chains rain down, raising welts and bruises.
That belt—the glory—is the only thing that keeps your ego going. That's why you want to keep it so badly. Without it, you aren't the big dog in the yard, right?
Poena laughs madly as blood trickles down his back, before leaning back and letting the chains hit his chest. His voice distorts with the force of the blows.
That is why I want to take it from you! I want to crush that ego of yours, I want to grind you into the harshness of your own faults till only dust remains! You've deserved nothing else for far too long.
Poena shifts again, and the blows are starting to hit his arms now. They barely move, even as the chains wrap around and rip at his skin.
The glory has its roots in your mind so deeply you even mocked Him! You must be mad to even think of such a thing. Don't worry, I'll take you to Him and his terribly beautiful form will blast those roots and any thoughts from your mind. Because... I will beat you, Nomad. You will fail.
The chains stop swinging in, the sound of panting in the background... the Child exhausted and winded.
Because I'm willing to go further than you. I'm willing to break myself and you. I'm willing to throw away my body just to destroy yours. You have earned His vehemence, and I must exact a price. I'll hang you from the ring by the chains you worship and laugh. Even now, you can see the difference. Look at what we are both doing at this moment, Nomad.
Poena lets the words hang in the air for a moment, then laughs. His soul burning, slithering laugh of contempt.
Besides all of that, Nooomad, you think you are the voice in my head. No, no. Because you might be strong and clever… you might have even beaten me in the past but…
He straightens up, his multicolored eye flaring to life as his voice grows more serious and calm… coldly dangerous.
Nomad, you are a fool. In your time away, caused by my vessel to allow you growth, I have grown stronger and made manifest my will. You fight not one but two foes, and my anger is indeed terrible.
Poena shakes his head, staring into the camera unblinkingly as he continues.
I am the cosmic truth, Nomad, that nothing comes without pain. All love is forged in the fire of suffering. I’ve influenced your life, by your own admission, and yet you still fight my vessel and my message. Very well. I love you, and that means I must break you again to let you see the truth. I will reach into you and pull from you those parts that are just like your father and mother and show them to you, crush them, and break every part of you until you finally understand.
Poena's nose, eyes, and mouth start bleeding as he continues, but he shows no sign of noticing.
All roads lead to pain and suffering. All pain leads to healing and growth. To be broken is to be the truest form of yourself, a garden ready to be grown. What would grow from soil so rich in suffering?
Poena smiles the coldest, most loving smile that's ever existed—a paradox of emotion.
I know. I know your flaws. I know your strengths. I know all the thoughts you have as you lay in the darkness before sleep. I know that under that calm facade, you feel anger and fear. I know you, Jimmy Sloane…
His voice warps to that of Nomad's woman to say his name, then back.
… and soon you will know me. You and your friends.