Post by Donzig on Oct 31, 2022 1:14:48 GMT -5
Archie Rude steadied himself, frowning as he stood outside the door. Then he shrugged, and adjusted his tie with a deep breath before he knocked once. Then the door opened, and he blinked in alarm at the camera man. A sigh, and he shook his head before he walked through the door nervously. Inside there was darkness, light flickered casting long shadows as Archie blinked. Then he nearly screamed, jumping as the forms of the Oblivion Death Squad loomed over him. They said nothing, staring down at him from behind their masks. He looked between them, stepping back before Sinclair Godfrey grabbed his arm to push him forward.
Donzig sat there, staring at him with those empty eyes. His mask was cradled in the arms of the Baroness as she stepped to his right hand, and he gave one of those strange rasping almost mechanical laughs of his. That horrible laugh meant anything good, and he passed the phone back to Godfrey as his other hand lifted a chess piece dangled from a long chain.
But it was not the white king this time, it was a white knight stained with ink that he watched.
'Rude.'
The voice purred, and Archie sighed. Donzig seemed to be in a good mood, which meant Rude might escape without being choked.
Or given a concussion.
'Um, you seem pretty pleased with yourself for having stabbed Jakie Wentzel.'
Donzig's head tilted, and he lifted his other hand after reaching into his long leather coat. He pulled forth a piece of ladder, blood staining the steel as he turned it absently in his hands before he dragged his finger across the end of it before he let it drop to the floor. The chess piece disappeared, though Rude still saw the chain as Donzig leaned forward.
'Odin gave an eye for knowledge, he sacrificed it to the giant Mimir for a drink from the well of knowledge. You see? I helped Jakie see the truth, and that truth that he is a pawn of the Usurper. I have set Jakie free, and all it cost him? Was his eye. A fair price, I think.'
Rude stared at him, and Donzig leaned back with a shrug.
'Knowledge comes with a price, but just like someone else has discovered. Haven't you, Fox? You see not so long ago, but it seems like an eternity for creatures like us? I told you that you and I? We were the same beneath the skin, that in our hearts we were brothers! That deep down inside of your soul you and I were not so different! And as I watched you batter, and crush, and grind dear Anthony's young boy into the mat? Oh, I knew you had finally seen the truth.'
Sinclair smirked, a hand lifting to stifle her laugh as Donzig let the chess piece fall from his fingers to bounce and spin on the end of the chain.
'It's so easy to give in isn't it, old friend. So very easy, just like I told you, just like I promised. Oh, they say I lie! But, no, no, no, Great Donzig only deals in truth. And I told you that one day the darkness in your heart would claim you, Fox. That one day you would fight one too many monsters, you would be in one war too many! That you would one morning wake up with my voice in your mind, and you would see!'
Donzig's hand slammed down on the chair, and Rude leapt backwards. Sinclair looked startled as Donzig scowled, his voice a hiss.
'But now you see it! This world is our prison, our hell, and there is no escape but the cold dark of the Empty Night! It must all be ground under foot, it all must be broken, burned to ash! And then we will be free to walk as GODS, Fox. You know now, you know! Oh, my brother, how my heart rejoices for you.'
Donzig leaned back again, a hand lifting to brush through his beard before he mutters.
'It was April 2021 when I promised I would free XHF from this hell, that I would bring the purity of Oblivion to it. That I would watch it's heroes fall before me, that I would remake them in my image! Well, where is the Murder Lizard? Where is your precious Fox? I am the Wonder and Terror of this Age, the Scourge! And for too long has my will been denied. Even here in the W:UK, even here! And that defiance has a name!'
Rude drew back a step, and Donzig glared. The Death Squad stepped closer, pressing in behind him as Donzig's hand curled into a fist.
'THE BASTARDS! Time and time again, the three of you have defied me! You have stood against my ascension, you refuse to see, to listen! And now look what you have wrought! Look what you have done! Our enemies gather around us, trying to destroy the W:UK! The Black Hand, the Von Krauss! Hardkore FUCKING World! They come to take what is mine, what belongs to the Conqueror Worm! Well, no, no, no! I am going to stop them, and that means your defiance is at an end!'
Donzig reached down, and he held up that battered and already dented briefcase.
'Do you see this, Billy? Do you know what it represents? DO YOU! Ask Riot to explain it to you, we all know he has all the brains between the three of you lot! Because this is your fucking doomsday, your days of dealing with Morrissey, or Eddie D, or even Havok are over! They are fucking over! Now you are dealing with me, Fowler! Now you face Death in High Places! And we will walk in the wastelands together, we will dance among the ashes, and at the end? I will stand over your broken carcass with what should have been mine all along in my hands!'
Donzig's voice had risen to a shriek, and then he paused. A hand lifting to drag knuckles across his mouth, a shake of his head as he leaned back once more. The hand falling atop the case, and he sniffed.
'Fowler, I wouldn't lose any sleep over Crane. I will see you soon.'
Donzig sat there, staring at him with those empty eyes. His mask was cradled in the arms of the Baroness as she stepped to his right hand, and he gave one of those strange rasping almost mechanical laughs of his. That horrible laugh meant anything good, and he passed the phone back to Godfrey as his other hand lifted a chess piece dangled from a long chain.
But it was not the white king this time, it was a white knight stained with ink that he watched.
'Rude.'
The voice purred, and Archie sighed. Donzig seemed to be in a good mood, which meant Rude might escape without being choked.
Or given a concussion.
'Um, you seem pretty pleased with yourself for having stabbed Jakie Wentzel.'
Donzig's head tilted, and he lifted his other hand after reaching into his long leather coat. He pulled forth a piece of ladder, blood staining the steel as he turned it absently in his hands before he dragged his finger across the end of it before he let it drop to the floor. The chess piece disappeared, though Rude still saw the chain as Donzig leaned forward.
'Odin gave an eye for knowledge, he sacrificed it to the giant Mimir for a drink from the well of knowledge. You see? I helped Jakie see the truth, and that truth that he is a pawn of the Usurper. I have set Jakie free, and all it cost him? Was his eye. A fair price, I think.'
Rude stared at him, and Donzig leaned back with a shrug.
'Knowledge comes with a price, but just like someone else has discovered. Haven't you, Fox? You see not so long ago, but it seems like an eternity for creatures like us? I told you that you and I? We were the same beneath the skin, that in our hearts we were brothers! That deep down inside of your soul you and I were not so different! And as I watched you batter, and crush, and grind dear Anthony's young boy into the mat? Oh, I knew you had finally seen the truth.'
Sinclair smirked, a hand lifting to stifle her laugh as Donzig let the chess piece fall from his fingers to bounce and spin on the end of the chain.
'It's so easy to give in isn't it, old friend. So very easy, just like I told you, just like I promised. Oh, they say I lie! But, no, no, no, Great Donzig only deals in truth. And I told you that one day the darkness in your heart would claim you, Fox. That one day you would fight one too many monsters, you would be in one war too many! That you would one morning wake up with my voice in your mind, and you would see!'
Donzig's hand slammed down on the chair, and Rude leapt backwards. Sinclair looked startled as Donzig scowled, his voice a hiss.
'But now you see it! This world is our prison, our hell, and there is no escape but the cold dark of the Empty Night! It must all be ground under foot, it all must be broken, burned to ash! And then we will be free to walk as GODS, Fox. You know now, you know! Oh, my brother, how my heart rejoices for you.'
Donzig leaned back again, a hand lifting to brush through his beard before he mutters.
'It was April 2021 when I promised I would free XHF from this hell, that I would bring the purity of Oblivion to it. That I would watch it's heroes fall before me, that I would remake them in my image! Well, where is the Murder Lizard? Where is your precious Fox? I am the Wonder and Terror of this Age, the Scourge! And for too long has my will been denied. Even here in the W:UK, even here! And that defiance has a name!'
Rude drew back a step, and Donzig glared. The Death Squad stepped closer, pressing in behind him as Donzig's hand curled into a fist.
'THE BASTARDS! Time and time again, the three of you have defied me! You have stood against my ascension, you refuse to see, to listen! And now look what you have wrought! Look what you have done! Our enemies gather around us, trying to destroy the W:UK! The Black Hand, the Von Krauss! Hardkore FUCKING World! They come to take what is mine, what belongs to the Conqueror Worm! Well, no, no, no! I am going to stop them, and that means your defiance is at an end!'
Donzig reached down, and he held up that battered and already dented briefcase.
'Do you see this, Billy? Do you know what it represents? DO YOU! Ask Riot to explain it to you, we all know he has all the brains between the three of you lot! Because this is your fucking doomsday, your days of dealing with Morrissey, or Eddie D, or even Havok are over! They are fucking over! Now you are dealing with me, Fowler! Now you face Death in High Places! And we will walk in the wastelands together, we will dance among the ashes, and at the end? I will stand over your broken carcass with what should have been mine all along in my hands!'
Donzig's voice had risen to a shriek, and then he paused. A hand lifting to drag knuckles across his mouth, a shake of his head as he leaned back once more. The hand falling atop the case, and he sniffed.
'Fowler, I wouldn't lose any sleep over Crane. I will see you soon.'
