Post by SinclairGodfrey on Jun 8, 2022 18:57:41 GMT -5
Warren Webber groaned, slowly stirring as he blinked awake. He could hear scrapping, and the occasional soft thud of something as he felt around him. Grass and churned earth surrounded him, and he could see the moon high in the sky through the branches of the trees. A voice sang nearby, high and fair though it had a sad mournful quality to it's tones. It was a woman's voice, singing in time with those thuds.
'For when the Egyptians they closed the Red Sea;
A call came on high from the powers that be.
To build a royal monster right down the key;
Roll Northumbria roll, me boys.
Roll Northumbria, roll...'
He slowly sat up, and he wiped at his eyes before his gaze drifted to find Sinclair Godfrey sitting nearby.
'Carpathia,
Vengeance,
Celestial Call,
She was the tanker to outsize 'em all.
From the banks of the Mersey;
To the port of Hulal.
Roll Northumbria, roll...'
Warren shook his head, and dragged a hand across his face. His mouth tasted like sandpaper, and then he froze as he realized the singing had stopped. He looked around, and the Baroness was looking right at him. The huge forms of Mormo and Moloch stood there, both of them holding shovels as they stood beside a hole that was dug into the floor of that sparse woods. A mound of dirt beside them, and Sinclair hissed as she leaned forward.
'What? Where I am? Last thing I remember was a girl.'
'Pretty? Dark hair? American?'
Warren nodded, and Sinclair snorted.
'Emily Black. She drugged you, Warren. Then we brought you here.' She waved a hand, and he stared around the woods with a shiver before she licked her lips. 'The Scourge heard what you said, Warren. You insulted Great Donzig, and so he wants you punished for your affront. I tried to warn you.'
Warren whimpered as Mormo grabbed him, jerking him to his feet before he shoved a shovel into his hands. He was pushed forward, and made to stand beside the silent Moloch. The hole before them was clearly a slowly deepening grave, and he tried to back away before he was grabbed by Mormo. He was forced to the edge, and Sinclair Godfrey watched them as she absently toyed with a leaf.
'You mocked the Herald of Oblivion, Warren. You insulted Death in High Places. And this is his judgment, now dig! DIG!'
Warren was shoved into the hole, and he scrambled to his feet before the shovel was driven into the earth beside him. He grabbed it, starting to protest before he drove it into the earth to start digging when Mormo growled at him. And Warren was soon shivering and sweating, not making progress quite as fast as the Death Squad as Sinclair paced back and forth at the edge of the grave.
'You and the rest of these people, people like Hunter think you can just walk around and say whatever you want! That there will be no consequences for you, that you are just the most special creatures in the world! And that you can do whatever you please because these fans, or Mister Blood, or maybe who? The Bastards will just save you? They will just protect you from whatever you did? Dig! Dig, Warren! DIG! DIG!'
Warren sobbed, and he started to dig again shaking his head before he looked up pleading.
'Please, please. I didn't mean it, I was--'
Sinclair sniffed, and she looked to Moloch before he gave a shake of his head. The big man stepped forward, and he spat an angry word.
'What? I don't understand! I don't--'
'He said DIG!' Sinclair screamed, and Warren started to dig again as she stalked back and forth. 'Well, Warren, no one can save you now. You belong to us, you belong to Donzig-gun. And we will drag you down into our domain, into darkness! Into the cold and dead earth! Do you understand that Warren? Much like say Eron Hunter you are digging your own grave, and this is happening because of what you did!'
Warren sagged to his knees, dropping the shovel with a few handfuls of dirt falling from it as he stared up at the three of them watching him. He tugged at his tie, and slowly dragged himself back to his feet as he grabbed for the shovel as Mormo jumped down beside him. Moloch handed him a shovel, and Mormo started to dig as he watched Warren with a scowl.
'Look at you, too weak to suffer the consequences of your actions. Too pathetic to accept what you brought upon yourself. At least your end will come peacefully, like drifting off into sleep, slowly drowning in the dirt. Unlike say, Eron Hunter whose end will come in front of the audience, whose end will be so very public! The entire world will watch as I break him, as he is brought low before the Baroness! And I take what is mine, what rightfully belongs to me! To Donzig-gun!'
Warren shook, staring around him helplessly as tears ran down his dirt streaked cheeks. He was clearly broken, and he nearly dropped more dirt as he threw it at the pile. And he sobbed, jabbing the shovel into the ground before he rubbed his hands together before he started to dig once more. 'Please, please, I will do anything.'
Moloch snarled something in his native tongue, drawing a reply from the other. And Sinclair shrugged, eyeing the grave.
'I suppose this is deep enough, we can always tie him up.'
Mormo grunted, and Warren fell to his knees.
'PLEASE! PLEASE! ANYTHING!'
Sinclair snapped her fingers, and Moloch produced a paper which he unfolded before he handed it to her. Sinclair threw it into the pit with a pen, and she folded her arms before her with a sniff.
'It's a resignation letter. You quit W:UK, we never see you again.'
Warren signed it, collapsing before them.
'Pathetic.'
'For when the Egyptians they closed the Red Sea;
A call came on high from the powers that be.
To build a royal monster right down the key;
Roll Northumbria roll, me boys.
Roll Northumbria, roll...'
He slowly sat up, and he wiped at his eyes before his gaze drifted to find Sinclair Godfrey sitting nearby.
'Carpathia,
Vengeance,
Celestial Call,
She was the tanker to outsize 'em all.
From the banks of the Mersey;
To the port of Hulal.
Roll Northumbria, roll...'
Warren shook his head, and dragged a hand across his face. His mouth tasted like sandpaper, and then he froze as he realized the singing had stopped. He looked around, and the Baroness was looking right at him. The huge forms of Mormo and Moloch stood there, both of them holding shovels as they stood beside a hole that was dug into the floor of that sparse woods. A mound of dirt beside them, and Sinclair hissed as she leaned forward.
'What? Where I am? Last thing I remember was a girl.'
'Pretty? Dark hair? American?'
Warren nodded, and Sinclair snorted.
'Emily Black. She drugged you, Warren. Then we brought you here.' She waved a hand, and he stared around the woods with a shiver before she licked her lips. 'The Scourge heard what you said, Warren. You insulted Great Donzig, and so he wants you punished for your affront. I tried to warn you.'
Warren whimpered as Mormo grabbed him, jerking him to his feet before he shoved a shovel into his hands. He was pushed forward, and made to stand beside the silent Moloch. The hole before them was clearly a slowly deepening grave, and he tried to back away before he was grabbed by Mormo. He was forced to the edge, and Sinclair Godfrey watched them as she absently toyed with a leaf.
'You mocked the Herald of Oblivion, Warren. You insulted Death in High Places. And this is his judgment, now dig! DIG!'
Warren was shoved into the hole, and he scrambled to his feet before the shovel was driven into the earth beside him. He grabbed it, starting to protest before he drove it into the earth to start digging when Mormo growled at him. And Warren was soon shivering and sweating, not making progress quite as fast as the Death Squad as Sinclair paced back and forth at the edge of the grave.
'You and the rest of these people, people like Hunter think you can just walk around and say whatever you want! That there will be no consequences for you, that you are just the most special creatures in the world! And that you can do whatever you please because these fans, or Mister Blood, or maybe who? The Bastards will just save you? They will just protect you from whatever you did? Dig! Dig, Warren! DIG! DIG!'
Warren sobbed, and he started to dig again shaking his head before he looked up pleading.
'Please, please. I didn't mean it, I was--'
Sinclair sniffed, and she looked to Moloch before he gave a shake of his head. The big man stepped forward, and he spat an angry word.
'What? I don't understand! I don't--'
'He said DIG!' Sinclair screamed, and Warren started to dig again as she stalked back and forth. 'Well, Warren, no one can save you now. You belong to us, you belong to Donzig-gun. And we will drag you down into our domain, into darkness! Into the cold and dead earth! Do you understand that Warren? Much like say Eron Hunter you are digging your own grave, and this is happening because of what you did!'
Warren sagged to his knees, dropping the shovel with a few handfuls of dirt falling from it as he stared up at the three of them watching him. He tugged at his tie, and slowly dragged himself back to his feet as he grabbed for the shovel as Mormo jumped down beside him. Moloch handed him a shovel, and Mormo started to dig as he watched Warren with a scowl.
'Look at you, too weak to suffer the consequences of your actions. Too pathetic to accept what you brought upon yourself. At least your end will come peacefully, like drifting off into sleep, slowly drowning in the dirt. Unlike say, Eron Hunter whose end will come in front of the audience, whose end will be so very public! The entire world will watch as I break him, as he is brought low before the Baroness! And I take what is mine, what rightfully belongs to me! To Donzig-gun!'
Warren shook, staring around him helplessly as tears ran down his dirt streaked cheeks. He was clearly broken, and he nearly dropped more dirt as he threw it at the pile. And he sobbed, jabbing the shovel into the ground before he rubbed his hands together before he started to dig once more. 'Please, please, I will do anything.'
Moloch snarled something in his native tongue, drawing a reply from the other. And Sinclair shrugged, eyeing the grave.
'I suppose this is deep enough, we can always tie him up.'
Mormo grunted, and Warren fell to his knees.
'PLEASE! PLEASE! ANYTHING!'
Sinclair snapped her fingers, and Moloch produced a paper which he unfolded before he handed it to her. Sinclair threw it into the pit with a pen, and she folded her arms before her with a sniff.
'It's a resignation letter. You quit W:UK, we never see you again.'
Warren signed it, collapsing before them.
'Pathetic.'
