Post by Donzig on Sept 20, 2022 21:24:10 GMT -5
'Not so long ago I promised this place, I promised the XHF: a summer of the Scourge.'
Donzig's voice hissed from the darkness, and a few leaves fell from the trees as early fall was upon them. A hand reached from the shadows, and fingers curled around that leaf to pull it into the black. The voice purred again, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once, a cold rasping voice. Something rustled in the shadows, a creak of leather and cloth.
'But you see I was wrong. We are not the creatures of summer, we are not creaures of light and green days! No, no, no. So maybe, just maybe Summer did not go according to plan, but that is fine. You see it is a season of war, of growth, of idle days spent dreaming in the sun. But those days are not for us are they?'
Donzig growled, and a wind seemed to rustle through the trees. And more leaves fell from overhead, and then flames flared in the darkness. A match it seemed, and it was flung into a pile of wood. The flames leapt to life, burning brightly as they wind snapped through the dying trees as Donzig stepped into the red glow, and the empty eyes of his mask stared into the flames as he lifted a hand.
'But this isn't summer anymore is it? This is fall, this is autumn, the seasons turn.'
A pause, and the hooded head lifted.
'This is the season of death. And as the nights grow long and cold? Know that I am waiting. Because I am not a thing of summer, am I? I am a creature of cold and darkness, and that means? Takaru Matsui! My old friend? The Red Slayer is it? It doesn't matter because you know what I am going to do to you in Boston. But you are not the one I want, are you? You're just in my way, and you know what happens to things in my way.'
A hand lifted, finger tapping against the mask as the flames popped and sent a cloud of sparks into the air.
'And that brings me to the other two. Jakie Wentzel and Psychotic Goth. Wentzel, Rumspringa, whatever you want to call yourself. You claim to do the work of God? There are no gods in the endless dark, there are no gods in the Void, there are only the screams of a dying world! There is only the siren song of Oblivion, and you? You have no power over me. I am going to take you a part if you survive, if there is anything left of you to face me in Boston? You will be asking your God to deliver you back to Intercourse.'
Donzig hissed, and his hand lifted to curl into a fist as he stared at it.
'You will lay inside of that ring, and you will bow down to a new God. You will bow down before the King of Ashes, and worship the Scourge! And then? I will grant you absolution. You see Jakie in my own way? I am doing this for you, you are too weak, you are too feeble to avenge yourself on Armand! But I will punish him enough for you or a whole fucking village of Amish!'
Donzig shrugged, rolling his shoulders before he started to pace back and forth alongside that fire. The flames gleaming off his mask as he swept back his hood, then he spun to snarl once more.
'Goth! Do you have some scary stories to tell me? Does the so called Dragon of W:UK think to strike fear in the Conqueror Worm? You claim you are a king, Goth? That this is your kingdom? No, no, no. This realm only bows to one king, only one! And his name is Death in High Places! So if you get past Jakie, and I did say 'if' because you and I both know that Takaru exposed you last week. I will be waiting, Goth. You see when this thing started, as I said before? The Founder had three sons, and one of them is gone! And we all know that his favorite was always the Bandit King! His favorite is right here, and just like I put down the Founder? I am going to put an end to you. So bring your spells, and your weapons, and your witch! Because I am going to break you in half!'
Donzig's voice had risen to a shriek, and he paused with a deep breath. He paced back and forth, a hand pressed against his mask before he dragged a wrist across it. He shook his head, and then he spoke again in a growl.
'But I want all three of you to know one thing! One thing! This isn't about you, this is about him. This is about Armand! This is about the Usurper's BITCH! You sent your clowns against my Children, you sent your lickspittles to lay your hands on Donzig-gun. And I understand that you didn't have the ball balls to face me yourself, Armand! I know that because your wife keeps them in her purse! You think you are mighty because you beat Eddie D is that it? You think you accomplished something, old friend? All you have accomplished to is get my attention! The eyes of the Scourge are upon you, and for every wound you inflicted on the Chosen, for every blow you struck on my Soldiers, for every moment of anguish you caused my Baroness? I will make you suffer ten fold, Armand.'
Donzig paused, his hand lifting to splay across his mask before he tugged it off. And his cold eyes gleamed in the flames, and he scowled as his hand dragged through his beard.
'Osland. Stevens. Horry. Griffiths. I know you're watching, I know you're waiting. But don't worry, don't worry, the Scourge will see you soon.'
Donzig's voice hissed from the darkness, and a few leaves fell from the trees as early fall was upon them. A hand reached from the shadows, and fingers curled around that leaf to pull it into the black. The voice purred again, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once, a cold rasping voice. Something rustled in the shadows, a creak of leather and cloth.
'But you see I was wrong. We are not the creatures of summer, we are not creaures of light and green days! No, no, no. So maybe, just maybe Summer did not go according to plan, but that is fine. You see it is a season of war, of growth, of idle days spent dreaming in the sun. But those days are not for us are they?'
Donzig growled, and a wind seemed to rustle through the trees. And more leaves fell from overhead, and then flames flared in the darkness. A match it seemed, and it was flung into a pile of wood. The flames leapt to life, burning brightly as they wind snapped through the dying trees as Donzig stepped into the red glow, and the empty eyes of his mask stared into the flames as he lifted a hand.
'But this isn't summer anymore is it? This is fall, this is autumn, the seasons turn.'
A pause, and the hooded head lifted.
'This is the season of death. And as the nights grow long and cold? Know that I am waiting. Because I am not a thing of summer, am I? I am a creature of cold and darkness, and that means? Takaru Matsui! My old friend? The Red Slayer is it? It doesn't matter because you know what I am going to do to you in Boston. But you are not the one I want, are you? You're just in my way, and you know what happens to things in my way.'
A hand lifted, finger tapping against the mask as the flames popped and sent a cloud of sparks into the air.
'And that brings me to the other two. Jakie Wentzel and Psychotic Goth. Wentzel, Rumspringa, whatever you want to call yourself. You claim to do the work of God? There are no gods in the endless dark, there are no gods in the Void, there are only the screams of a dying world! There is only the siren song of Oblivion, and you? You have no power over me. I am going to take you a part if you survive, if there is anything left of you to face me in Boston? You will be asking your God to deliver you back to Intercourse.'
Donzig hissed, and his hand lifted to curl into a fist as he stared at it.
'You will lay inside of that ring, and you will bow down to a new God. You will bow down before the King of Ashes, and worship the Scourge! And then? I will grant you absolution. You see Jakie in my own way? I am doing this for you, you are too weak, you are too feeble to avenge yourself on Armand! But I will punish him enough for you or a whole fucking village of Amish!'
Donzig shrugged, rolling his shoulders before he started to pace back and forth alongside that fire. The flames gleaming off his mask as he swept back his hood, then he spun to snarl once more.
'Goth! Do you have some scary stories to tell me? Does the so called Dragon of W:UK think to strike fear in the Conqueror Worm? You claim you are a king, Goth? That this is your kingdom? No, no, no. This realm only bows to one king, only one! And his name is Death in High Places! So if you get past Jakie, and I did say 'if' because you and I both know that Takaru exposed you last week. I will be waiting, Goth. You see when this thing started, as I said before? The Founder had three sons, and one of them is gone! And we all know that his favorite was always the Bandit King! His favorite is right here, and just like I put down the Founder? I am going to put an end to you. So bring your spells, and your weapons, and your witch! Because I am going to break you in half!'
Donzig's voice had risen to a shriek, and he paused with a deep breath. He paced back and forth, a hand pressed against his mask before he dragged a wrist across it. He shook his head, and then he spoke again in a growl.
'But I want all three of you to know one thing! One thing! This isn't about you, this is about him. This is about Armand! This is about the Usurper's BITCH! You sent your clowns against my Children, you sent your lickspittles to lay your hands on Donzig-gun. And I understand that you didn't have the ball balls to face me yourself, Armand! I know that because your wife keeps them in her purse! You think you are mighty because you beat Eddie D is that it? You think you accomplished something, old friend? All you have accomplished to is get my attention! The eyes of the Scourge are upon you, and for every wound you inflicted on the Chosen, for every blow you struck on my Soldiers, for every moment of anguish you caused my Baroness? I will make you suffer ten fold, Armand.'
Donzig paused, his hand lifting to splay across his mask before he tugged it off. And his cold eyes gleamed in the flames, and he scowled as his hand dragged through his beard.
'Osland. Stevens. Horry. Griffiths. I know you're watching, I know you're waiting. But don't worry, don't worry, the Scourge will see you soon.'
