Post by Donzig on Apr 14, 2021 0:41:51 GMT -5
The TV's screen fades out to commercial, bathing the darkened room in it's glow. Then a hand reaches forward, closing on the metallic skull mask sitting on a battered looking table. The fingers tighten, and the mask slides from view before the camera draws back to reveal Donzig sitting in a chair before the TV. His face once again hidden by the mask, and he steeples his fingers before him. Saying nothing as the empty eyes of the mask stare at the now empty screen, a faint hiss escapes him. Sinclair Godfrey steps from the shadows, and arches a brow at the TV before she shrugs her shoulders. 'Well, what do you think? It seems we have come at an interesting time, a war seems to be brewing between Fireside and our new employers.'
Donzig said nothing, the fingers flexing together as he seemed to be lost in thought behind the mask. Sinclair fell silent, well used to her former mentor's moods. The head tilted, and Donzig grunted. 'That was insightful. But it changes nothing, we will do what we have come to do. We will bring ruin upon them, their every move will hasten their destruction. The future is darkness, these last gasps of the dying light are mere whimpers in the blackness of eternity. The Void calls, and we will answer it.'
The woman nodded, pausing to brush her hair back over her shoulder. And then she continued, waving a hand at the TV. 'Shall I call Fireside? They may be the better bet.'
Donzig hissed, once he would have jumped at the chance to be in a bidding war. He had been famous for his greed, it was said that Donzig would always pick the highest bidder. He was merciless, and ruthless, and his loyalty had limits. But that Donzig was gone, and all that remained was the Scourge. All that was left was the Herald of Oblivion, and money had as little meaning to him now as anything else.
Once, he would fight for anything and now? He fought for nothing.
A shrug, and he shook his head. 'No. NPW will fall by my hand, not some fucking suit. What better then a war to spread the call of the Abyss? We will wait, and we will bide our time. And then? Whoever wins? Is meat. '
Sinclair nodded slowly, and paced around the room as Donzig stared into the empty screen. She paused, turning to face him again with a shrug of her shoulders. 'And where do we begin the Great Work?'
Donzig laughed, a cold empty sound that echoed from beneath the mask in the darkness. 'We will let our battles choose us.'
Donzig said nothing, the fingers flexing together as he seemed to be lost in thought behind the mask. Sinclair fell silent, well used to her former mentor's moods. The head tilted, and Donzig grunted. 'That was insightful. But it changes nothing, we will do what we have come to do. We will bring ruin upon them, their every move will hasten their destruction. The future is darkness, these last gasps of the dying light are mere whimpers in the blackness of eternity. The Void calls, and we will answer it.'
The woman nodded, pausing to brush her hair back over her shoulder. And then she continued, waving a hand at the TV. 'Shall I call Fireside? They may be the better bet.'
Donzig hissed, once he would have jumped at the chance to be in a bidding war. He had been famous for his greed, it was said that Donzig would always pick the highest bidder. He was merciless, and ruthless, and his loyalty had limits. But that Donzig was gone, and all that remained was the Scourge. All that was left was the Herald of Oblivion, and money had as little meaning to him now as anything else.
Once, he would fight for anything and now? He fought for nothing.
A shrug, and he shook his head. 'No. NPW will fall by my hand, not some fucking suit. What better then a war to spread the call of the Abyss? We will wait, and we will bide our time. And then? Whoever wins? Is meat. '
Sinclair nodded slowly, and paced around the room as Donzig stared into the empty screen. She paused, turning to face him again with a shrug of her shoulders. 'And where do we begin the Great Work?'
Donzig laughed, a cold empty sound that echoed from beneath the mask in the darkness. 'We will let our battles choose us.'
