Post by Donzig on Aug 3, 2021 11:37:10 GMT -5
'I don't need an introduction do I?' purred a cold voice from the darkness, and after a pause it continued with a faint empty wheezing chuckle. Like someone trying to remember how to laugh, and something shifted in the shadows. 'I am the Harbinger of Death, I am the Hand of Doom. My path of carnage and ruin has ran from Australia, to Canada, to Philadelphia! And I go where I want, and the Void follows with me! I am the Child of the Fall, the Servant of the Empty Dark, and the Chosen of the Endless Hunger.'
The voice paused, a deep breath was taken.
'I have many names, I am called many things. But I am known as the Pride of SWAT, but all that you need to know is? I am the Herald of Oblivion.'
Flames flared in the darkness, blazing brightly before they are thrown into a steel drum. The fire catches, and it blazes brightly as it flares to life in a shower of sparks and swirling smoke. The fire burns and snaps angrily, and baths the room in a bright ruddy glow that washes over the graffati stained walls. A figure stands there, a hood drawn up over his head before the light gleamed on the surface of the stylized skull mask. He extended his leather clad arms, stepping closer to the flames as he tilted his head. 'And Oblivion is here.'
He started to pace slowly, shaking his hooded head before he glanced at the graffati. A hand gesturing vaguely before he spoke once more. 'You see this? These are the marks of people struggling to claim territory, trying to make a mark on the world before they are dragged into the Void, and that fading paint on the wall? THAT! Is the best most of us can help for, eh?'
Donzig hissed, staring at the wall before he turned back to the flames. 'But not for me, not for Donzig. My immortality, my destiny will be writ in blood. In carnage. In pain. And I will take what is mine the old ways, and I will send the heroes of the XHF screaming down to Hell before I am done. So LSA welcome to the fucking Front, because the Void has come for you! Oblivion is at hand, judgment has come! And Death in High Places has come for you!'
He paced back and forth, rolling his shoulders as he hissed to himself. The flames still roaring and dancing in the barrel, and he turned to stare at the flames. Their reflections gleamed and twisted on the surface of the mask. He reached up, pushing back his hood before he continued. 'I am the War that walks, and I have work to do here in the Pit! And so that brings me to you, Cleaver.'
A pause, and Donzig's hands lifted before he shrugged. 'I am not sure what your story is, and I am not sure who you are. But I don't care, because you resent the world? You resent people? I am beyond resentment, I am in search of a reckoning. Revenge on a world that has nothing for me, I want us all to go into the Dark. And you think? You think you can stand before me? Really?'
Donzig lifted a hand up lazily, fingers sinking into the eyes of the mask before he dragged it off. His eyes narrowed in the light, and he tilted his head before a hand reached up to smooth his beard. The mask tucked into his arm, and he scowled as he looked up at the camera. 'You. The LSA. And the XHF are about to learn some hard truths about reality, and that truth is? Everyone is exactly one Event Horizon away from Oblivion at all times, Cleaver. So please bring your best, bring your A-game! Bring all your strength, and skill, and your fury! Because I am going to bring nothing but what I am! And I want you to do your very best to stop me!'
A wicked smile crossed that face, and then Donzig turned to walk back into the darkness with a burst of that weird hissing laughter.
The voice paused, a deep breath was taken.
'I have many names, I am called many things. But I am known as the Pride of SWAT, but all that you need to know is? I am the Herald of Oblivion.'
Flames flared in the darkness, blazing brightly before they are thrown into a steel drum. The fire catches, and it blazes brightly as it flares to life in a shower of sparks and swirling smoke. The fire burns and snaps angrily, and baths the room in a bright ruddy glow that washes over the graffati stained walls. A figure stands there, a hood drawn up over his head before the light gleamed on the surface of the stylized skull mask. He extended his leather clad arms, stepping closer to the flames as he tilted his head. 'And Oblivion is here.'
He started to pace slowly, shaking his hooded head before he glanced at the graffati. A hand gesturing vaguely before he spoke once more. 'You see this? These are the marks of people struggling to claim territory, trying to make a mark on the world before they are dragged into the Void, and that fading paint on the wall? THAT! Is the best most of us can help for, eh?'
Donzig hissed, staring at the wall before he turned back to the flames. 'But not for me, not for Donzig. My immortality, my destiny will be writ in blood. In carnage. In pain. And I will take what is mine the old ways, and I will send the heroes of the XHF screaming down to Hell before I am done. So LSA welcome to the fucking Front, because the Void has come for you! Oblivion is at hand, judgment has come! And Death in High Places has come for you!'
He paced back and forth, rolling his shoulders as he hissed to himself. The flames still roaring and dancing in the barrel, and he turned to stare at the flames. Their reflections gleamed and twisted on the surface of the mask. He reached up, pushing back his hood before he continued. 'I am the War that walks, and I have work to do here in the Pit! And so that brings me to you, Cleaver.'
A pause, and Donzig's hands lifted before he shrugged. 'I am not sure what your story is, and I am not sure who you are. But I don't care, because you resent the world? You resent people? I am beyond resentment, I am in search of a reckoning. Revenge on a world that has nothing for me, I want us all to go into the Dark. And you think? You think you can stand before me? Really?'
Donzig lifted a hand up lazily, fingers sinking into the eyes of the mask before he dragged it off. His eyes narrowed in the light, and he tilted his head before a hand reached up to smooth his beard. The mask tucked into his arm, and he scowled as he looked up at the camera. 'You. The LSA. And the XHF are about to learn some hard truths about reality, and that truth is? Everyone is exactly one Event Horizon away from Oblivion at all times, Cleaver. So please bring your best, bring your A-game! Bring all your strength, and skill, and your fury! Because I am going to bring nothing but what I am! And I want you to do your very best to stop me!'
A wicked smile crossed that face, and then Donzig turned to walk back into the darkness with a burst of that weird hissing laughter.