Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2022 21:47:19 GMT -5
Crumbling faded stonework that had not seen the care of a handyman in years and buzzing, flickering lights greet us as the image of a child standing alone slowly fades into view.
Seemingly at home amongst the decaying walls, rusting radiator and chipped away paint, she looks straight ahead into the void beyond the view of the camera.
Dressed in a drab black and white schoolgirl uniform, it’s long and heavy fabrics suitably covering this eight year old little girl.
Shifting her attention to the camera for the first time, she speaks. “Eastern State Penitentiary, operational from nineteen twenty-nine until nineteen seventy-one. Known for their reform over punishment approach, I’d basically consider the museum that stands here a monument to failure.”
Dry and without inflection, it’s impossible to tell if the child is joking or if that’s truly their conclusion upon researching her current locale.
“Failure is something you’re accustomed to isn’t it Mrs Von Krauss? You failed to be a mother. You failed at running an empire. Time after time you attempt to manufacture a way to the top of this so called network only to be foiled time and time again by a revolving door of ‘hero of the day’ types.” Sighing audibly, the little girl uses the opportunity to both draw a new breath and to add emphasis to her words. “It’s sad, there are so few positive roles models for a young impressionable girl…”
Shaking her head, now it was easy to tell the young girl’s meaning. She was taunting this woman. This woman known for unspeakable acts of violence; Esmeralda Von Krauss may as well be the devil herself and this mere child stood by idly taunting and prodding her.
“That is what separates you from it. It doesn’t care to impress your precious XHF Network. It doesn’t care about Legendary Wrestling Alliance. It doesn’t care if www.conquestwrestling.net succeeds.”
A destructive force at the beck and call of a macabre child. The combination had volatile written all over it. This child prophet devoted only to chaos and pain held the reins to a monster.
“My creature only cares about pain, about suffering. The very things you pretend to understand Mrs. Von Krauss are what it lives for. You’re not going to fail to defeat it because it is the better wrestler or fighter. You’re going to fail because it doesn’t fear pain like most ‘people’ do. It embraces pain, it demands more suffering. It is insatiable…”
Trailing off, the young girl glances off camera as a shadow fills the room. Her dark protector had arrived. Remaining off camera it clearly didn’t mind the crude surroundings or cold Philadelphia air, it knows but one command ‘obey Wendi’.
“…but so are you, are you not? That is the only logical reason a woman of supposed means would dress like a moderately priced call girl.” The demonic child asks before answering her own question with tones so dull, she appears positively radiant up until this point. “Yes, Mrs. Von Krauss, you’re insatiable aren’t you? Sex, alcohol, violence, perversion. There’s really no low you won’t sink to is there? But that’s why this Texas Death Match is so important…I intend to show the world a new brand of darkness and to do that, the old brands must be snuffed out. One by one. I’m going to give you, the little people, a better brand of evil. One that can’t be corrupted by simple trappings like fame or money.”
Chilling, every word said as though she not only believes it, but intends to manifest it into being! Wendi, the macabre child handler of the creature known only as DemoniK was a shark circling wounded prey.
“No, I want every person unfortunate enough to stand across from it to feel my pain, my suffering…the world will feel my sorrow. The world will cry the tears I can not. It starts with these ‘exhibitions’, these ‘contests’. A festival here, a one night contest there, but ultimately this leads to The Conquest and the trail of pain and battered bodies I shall leave in it’s wake.”
The precise manner in which this mere child enunciates is striking in its own, adding the vocabulary made it downright unnerving. Wendi was clearly an exceptional child which made her squandering her gifts on hate and bike that much more unfortunate.
“This isn’t something as petty or relatable as revenge. This? This shall be a reckoning. A near religious experience as it takes the sacraments of blood and body from you Esmeralda Von Krauss. It will not end you, you do not deserve such release from your fate. You have been marked for a fate worse than death. You shall walk this earth the rest of your days truly alone. That which you seek the most will never be yours.”
Spoken as though at the alter of their religion, Wendi, this little girl whom society failed stares into the camera for an unnatural amount of time before finishing.
“Love will be forever, just out of reach.”
Finishing with a finality that required no farewell, the child turns her attention back to the void beyond the camera and the world beyond her continual suffering.
Seemingly at home amongst the decaying walls, rusting radiator and chipped away paint, she looks straight ahead into the void beyond the view of the camera.
Dressed in a drab black and white schoolgirl uniform, it’s long and heavy fabrics suitably covering this eight year old little girl.
Shifting her attention to the camera for the first time, she speaks. “Eastern State Penitentiary, operational from nineteen twenty-nine until nineteen seventy-one. Known for their reform over punishment approach, I’d basically consider the museum that stands here a monument to failure.”
Dry and without inflection, it’s impossible to tell if the child is joking or if that’s truly their conclusion upon researching her current locale.
“Failure is something you’re accustomed to isn’t it Mrs Von Krauss? You failed to be a mother. You failed at running an empire. Time after time you attempt to manufacture a way to the top of this so called network only to be foiled time and time again by a revolving door of ‘hero of the day’ types.” Sighing audibly, the little girl uses the opportunity to both draw a new breath and to add emphasis to her words. “It’s sad, there are so few positive roles models for a young impressionable girl…”
Shaking her head, now it was easy to tell the young girl’s meaning. She was taunting this woman. This woman known for unspeakable acts of violence; Esmeralda Von Krauss may as well be the devil herself and this mere child stood by idly taunting and prodding her.
“That is what separates you from it. It doesn’t care to impress your precious XHF Network. It doesn’t care about Legendary Wrestling Alliance. It doesn’t care if www.conquestwrestling.net succeeds.”
A destructive force at the beck and call of a macabre child. The combination had volatile written all over it. This child prophet devoted only to chaos and pain held the reins to a monster.
“My creature only cares about pain, about suffering. The very things you pretend to understand Mrs. Von Krauss are what it lives for. You’re not going to fail to defeat it because it is the better wrestler or fighter. You’re going to fail because it doesn’t fear pain like most ‘people’ do. It embraces pain, it demands more suffering. It is insatiable…”
Trailing off, the young girl glances off camera as a shadow fills the room. Her dark protector had arrived. Remaining off camera it clearly didn’t mind the crude surroundings or cold Philadelphia air, it knows but one command ‘obey Wendi’.
“…but so are you, are you not? That is the only logical reason a woman of supposed means would dress like a moderately priced call girl.” The demonic child asks before answering her own question with tones so dull, she appears positively radiant up until this point. “Yes, Mrs. Von Krauss, you’re insatiable aren’t you? Sex, alcohol, violence, perversion. There’s really no low you won’t sink to is there? But that’s why this Texas Death Match is so important…I intend to show the world a new brand of darkness and to do that, the old brands must be snuffed out. One by one. I’m going to give you, the little people, a better brand of evil. One that can’t be corrupted by simple trappings like fame or money.”
Chilling, every word said as though she not only believes it, but intends to manifest it into being! Wendi, the macabre child handler of the creature known only as DemoniK was a shark circling wounded prey.
“No, I want every person unfortunate enough to stand across from it to feel my pain, my suffering…the world will feel my sorrow. The world will cry the tears I can not. It starts with these ‘exhibitions’, these ‘contests’. A festival here, a one night contest there, but ultimately this leads to The Conquest and the trail of pain and battered bodies I shall leave in it’s wake.”
The precise manner in which this mere child enunciates is striking in its own, adding the vocabulary made it downright unnerving. Wendi was clearly an exceptional child which made her squandering her gifts on hate and bike that much more unfortunate.
“This isn’t something as petty or relatable as revenge. This? This shall be a reckoning. A near religious experience as it takes the sacraments of blood and body from you Esmeralda Von Krauss. It will not end you, you do not deserve such release from your fate. You have been marked for a fate worse than death. You shall walk this earth the rest of your days truly alone. That which you seek the most will never be yours.”
Spoken as though at the alter of their religion, Wendi, this little girl whom society failed stares into the camera for an unnatural amount of time before finishing.
“Love will be forever, just out of reach.”
Finishing with a finality that required no farewell, the child turns her attention back to the void beyond the camera and the world beyond her continual suffering.