The Scourge [F4tF, RP2]
Sept 13, 2021 22:23:54 GMT -5
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Post by Donzig on Sept 13, 2021 22:23:54 GMT -5
'In 451, the crops of Italy had yielded a poor harvest. The people were facing famine, and death even before an invading force of barbarians came from the North.' Donzig spoke in a low growl, sitting on the darkness of the beach as the ocean roared in the background. Flames danced across the surface of his mask as he sat beside it, staring into the whirling and dancing flames. He shrugged, and continued as the waves crashed somewhere in the night. 'These barbarians were the Huns, and they laid waste to the already starving citizens of the Empire. They razed cities to the earth, and sacked where they would.'
Donzig snorted, and he waved a hand as sparks rose in a swirling column from the fire as he shrugged.
'Their leader was the great Attila the Hun, known as the Scourge of God. You see they believed that God would sometimes grow so weary of the world, so tired of the wicked, he would send a scourge to punish them.' Donzig nodded his masked head, and his hands remained on his knees before him as he leaned back slightly. Head tilting as he continued. 'The Scourge would strip away the sinful, and the wicked, and purify what was left in pain. And thus all would see and fear the righteous wrath of the Lord.'
Donzig sniffed, and he watched the flames before he spoke again.
'D, pride is a sin. And you are full of pride aren't you? You sit there with that Championship and act like you are above it. Like you are entitled, that you are so much better then the rest of us. But I have looked into your eyes, and I know that you are false. You are nothing more then a man who has blundered into a title you are not worthy of, but pride drives you to keep it.' Donzig grunted, a hand lifted to gesture vaguely. 'But Pride goeth before a fall, D. You know your time is over, that your reign is going to end Usurper. No one will save you this time, no dumb stroke of luck will save you from me.'
Donzig slid to his feet, rolling his shoulders as he slowly started to pace beside the roaring fire. Wind snapped and cracked across the darkness again, and the waves continued to pound against the beach in the distance. And Donzig glanced towards the sky, before he continued with a wave of his hand towards the camera. Heedless of the fire that swirled upwards.
'Steve Awesome. I have seen your sins as well.' Donzig nodded, and he hissed. 'Lust. Lust for another man's wife, or frankly anything with a pleasing shape! Lust for a title that doesn't belong to you, in your own way? You are as foul as the Usurper, but your punishment will also come at my hands. I gave you a chance to walk away, to stay out of this! And instead? You choose to remain, and fornicate with whores! Well, Steve? My generosity has it's limits, and you too will suffer at my hands! I will absolve you of your lust in pain!'
Donzig paced again, and the masked head tilted as he looked away from the fire. He said nothing, then gestured backwards with a flick of his fingers.
'Edward Zepp. Sloth is a sin. Idle hands do the devil's work as they say.' A shrug. 'But at least you do not presume to lay claim to what is mine! But if you show up at Honor? If you show your face at Fight for the Fallen? I will not show you any favor or mercy for your lax attitude, for your lacks of effort. You insult me with this behavior as much as Steve does when he would rather focus on his libido then his fate at my hands. You see I know you think you and your fellow pirates only problems are timeless, or their desire to avoid Prime Time? But I am going to show them otherwise, Zepp.'
Donzig paused, a hand lifting towards his face as he turned slowly. The mask was in his hand, and his angry twisted features were bathed in the firelight. He lifted a hand to smooth his beard, and those cold eyes narrowed as he spat. His lips turned into a scowl, and he shrugged before he continued. 'You see much like those Italian peasants in the fields of Italy? Your suffering has just begun, your harvests will die at my hand. I will lay low your cities, I will sack and loot them. I will burn my name, my legacy into your flesh! And all who look upon you!'
His voice had risen to a scream, and Donzig paused to take a deep breath. Hissing before he glanced at the mask in his hand, and the other hand rose to wipe across his face. Then he shrugged, and continued. 'All who look upon you, will see the price of defying my will! They will see the price of standing against the Void, of denying the inevitable! Because Oblivion is here! And my sin?'
Donzig smiled, a cold ghastly smile that didn't touch those empty eyes. 'My sin is wrath.'
Donzig snorted, and he waved a hand as sparks rose in a swirling column from the fire as he shrugged.
'Their leader was the great Attila the Hun, known as the Scourge of God. You see they believed that God would sometimes grow so weary of the world, so tired of the wicked, he would send a scourge to punish them.' Donzig nodded his masked head, and his hands remained on his knees before him as he leaned back slightly. Head tilting as he continued. 'The Scourge would strip away the sinful, and the wicked, and purify what was left in pain. And thus all would see and fear the righteous wrath of the Lord.'
Donzig sniffed, and he watched the flames before he spoke again.
'D, pride is a sin. And you are full of pride aren't you? You sit there with that Championship and act like you are above it. Like you are entitled, that you are so much better then the rest of us. But I have looked into your eyes, and I know that you are false. You are nothing more then a man who has blundered into a title you are not worthy of, but pride drives you to keep it.' Donzig grunted, a hand lifted to gesture vaguely. 'But Pride goeth before a fall, D. You know your time is over, that your reign is going to end Usurper. No one will save you this time, no dumb stroke of luck will save you from me.'
Donzig slid to his feet, rolling his shoulders as he slowly started to pace beside the roaring fire. Wind snapped and cracked across the darkness again, and the waves continued to pound against the beach in the distance. And Donzig glanced towards the sky, before he continued with a wave of his hand towards the camera. Heedless of the fire that swirled upwards.
'Steve Awesome. I have seen your sins as well.' Donzig nodded, and he hissed. 'Lust. Lust for another man's wife, or frankly anything with a pleasing shape! Lust for a title that doesn't belong to you, in your own way? You are as foul as the Usurper, but your punishment will also come at my hands. I gave you a chance to walk away, to stay out of this! And instead? You choose to remain, and fornicate with whores! Well, Steve? My generosity has it's limits, and you too will suffer at my hands! I will absolve you of your lust in pain!'
Donzig paced again, and the masked head tilted as he looked away from the fire. He said nothing, then gestured backwards with a flick of his fingers.
'Edward Zepp. Sloth is a sin. Idle hands do the devil's work as they say.' A shrug. 'But at least you do not presume to lay claim to what is mine! But if you show up at Honor? If you show your face at Fight for the Fallen? I will not show you any favor or mercy for your lax attitude, for your lacks of effort. You insult me with this behavior as much as Steve does when he would rather focus on his libido then his fate at my hands. You see I know you think you and your fellow pirates only problems are timeless, or their desire to avoid Prime Time? But I am going to show them otherwise, Zepp.'
Donzig paused, a hand lifting towards his face as he turned slowly. The mask was in his hand, and his angry twisted features were bathed in the firelight. He lifted a hand to smooth his beard, and those cold eyes narrowed as he spat. His lips turned into a scowl, and he shrugged before he continued. 'You see much like those Italian peasants in the fields of Italy? Your suffering has just begun, your harvests will die at my hand. I will lay low your cities, I will sack and loot them. I will burn my name, my legacy into your flesh! And all who look upon you!'
His voice had risen to a scream, and Donzig paused to take a deep breath. Hissing before he glanced at the mask in his hand, and the other hand rose to wipe across his face. Then he shrugged, and continued. 'All who look upon you, will see the price of defying my will! They will see the price of standing against the Void, of denying the inevitable! Because Oblivion is here! And my sin?'
Donzig smiled, a cold ghastly smile that didn't touch those empty eyes. 'My sin is wrath.'
