Sins of the Father (Twins rp)
Jan 21, 2023 0:22:59 GMT -5
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Post by vastrix on Jan 21, 2023 0:22:59 GMT -5
We open to a dirty warehouse someplace. A breeze flows through the place where sides of beef hang, rotting, on racks. Blood and other ichors drip onto the floor making it a place easier to vomit when breathing the air than not. We find the twins in their dingy, bloodstained overalls, their caked on, crumbling face paint, and ghastly grins as they push a man hanging by his arms over his head connected to chains to a rack above him so that his toes barely touch the floor. He’s stripped naked down to his tighty whitey underwear. He’s bleeding from various wounds across his body. He has deep, purple bruises across his ribcage, legs, and face. His chest is covered in vomit as is the floor below him. It mingles with the blood and piss that have been stripped from the man.
Hehehe and Hahaha stand on either side of the dangling man and giggle a ghastly laugh that’s more of a retching, gurgle than it is a laugh.
Hehehe: You are a gift for us.
Hahaha: You know that?
Hehehe: The boss says that you were bad.
Hahaha: The boss says that you like small children.
Hehehe rubs his hand on the man’s thigh, next to his crotch that looks to be stained with piss and blood as well.
Hehehe: We are not surprised.
Hahaha: We can see Him in your face.
Hehehe: It’s not ideal, but-
Hahaha: You pay for the sins of two.
The man coughs in a way that wracks his entire body with pain. He spits blood onto the floor by the twins.
Man: I don’t lik-
Hehehe and Hahaha both punch the man in the gut at the same time, prompting more blood to come out through his mouth and nose.
Hehehe: We get it.
Hahaha: You love children.
Hehehe: It’s vile.
Hahaha: It’s obscene.
Man: I would never-AAAAHHHHH!
Hehehe plunges a small knife into the man’s leg and pulls down to create a several inch long gash that oozes blood. Hahaha inserts something that looks like a small solid state drive, but has what appears to be a remote control in his other hand.
Hehehe: Lie some more-
Hahaha: And the leg goes BOOM!
The man begins to hyperventilate as Hahaha’s finger hovers over the button that will rid him of the leg and likely his life. He eventually sighs.
Man: FIne. I might have done some things to children. Sexual things. Violent things so they would never tell. Is that what you want to hear? That I am guilty of the things you say I have done?
Hehehe and Hahaha look at each other and giggle in a ghastly sort of way.
Hehehe: We have done-
Hahaha: Our job. Boss?
“Dahlings, I can take it from here.”
Esmeralda von Krauss steps out from behind a slab of hanging, rotting beef. She is dressed to kill in a violet evening gown and a deep purple foot long cigarette holder in her hand as she smokes an Egyptian cigarette. She blows smoke at the captive man, her eyes going to the manacles around his wrists that we somehow missed before. Manacles that are covered in glowing runes.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Jericho. It has been a long time since we have seen one another. It has been even longer since you have seen my twins. They recognize you, but you not them is it?
The man so named Jericho looks at the repulsive grins of Hehehe and Hahaha and shudders.
Jericho: I would have remembered these faces. I know them not, Esmeralda. If this is about-
Esmeralda takes her free hand and puts a finger to Jericho’s lips to silence him.
Esmeralda von Krauss: You do not recognize them? They have changed much since you created them. Their mother was a youngling herself when you did what you did to her. When the twins were born in your image, you stayed to raise them so that you might abuse them as well as their mother. In any day and age, you are the true monster of the tale. I have told the public an origin tale of how my twins were created, but it was simply not the truth. Nay, it was a watered down tale of the woes that their poor mother endured under your yoke. Tell me, do you recognize your children now, dahling?
Jericho narrows his eyes while looking at the twins, seeking to see through decades of piled on facepaint without washing the previous layers. His eyes go wide.
Jericho: Jacob? Thomas?
It takes some time for the names to sink in, but Hehehe and Hahaha’s faces twist into that of anger and hatred. It’s an unusual look for them as they regard Jericho.
Hehehe: You!
Hahaha: The one who hurt momma!
Hehehe: You!
Hahaha: Who hurt us!
They advance upon Jericho, but Esmeralda holds out a restraining hand.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Hold, dahlings. His Justice is on your hands, but first it is storytime. A true tale of why you two are what you are and how it came to be.
Hehehe and Hahaha look at each other for a moment before sitting down at Esmeralda’s feet.
Hehehe: We would like-
Hahaha: To hear a story.
Hehehe: Even one as-
Hahaha: Revolting as ours!
Esmeralda takes another drag from her cigarette and smiles, letting the smoke trickle from her mouth.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Then, we begin our sad tale long ago. Longer than some nations on this world, in fact. A young woman by the name of Mariam was born to a rather poor family. So poor, in fact, they sold her hand to a sorcerer named Jericho. They were wed, powerful sorcerer and child bride. Jericho was a cruel husband, keeping poor Mariam at arm’s length and forcing her to do all of the housework and such while committing horrendous deeds upon her. The most unspeakable was making her pregnant with twins at such a young age. The twins were born and Mariam found herself less abused, but the cruelty was only transferred to her twin sons. Jericho often used the twins in towns to force them to entertain the masses for coin that Jericho used for his magical research to increase his own power base. However, one day it became too much for Mariam to bear to watch her children being the test subjects of different, painful magical spells and she intervened. This is that tale…
In a little tower, Jericho utters words of power as he sits at a table. The twins, Jacob and Thomas are merely twelve years old and are scrawny as can be. They huddle with each other against the stone wall as Jericho sends a stream of energy at them, causing their skin to blister and pop. The twins scream in agony and Jericho chuckles in his cruelty. Mariam tends to a fireplace where a cauldron of perpetual stew is lightly bubbling. She cringes as her children scream in pain, tears running down her face as she stirs the stew.
Jericho: What’s wrong, my children? Does it hurt very much? No worries. I have a healing spell I would like to try…in good time.
Lightning streams from Jericho’s fingertips to strike both Jacob and Thomas. They lay on the floor, their poor bodies jerking in pain to the power flowing through them. Mariam lets out an anguished cry.
Mariam: STOP! STOP IT!
She grabs a knife from the table and rushes at Jericho, stabbing him in the right side of the chest and sinking the blade to the hilt in his body. Jericho opens his mouth to cry out in pain, but no sound comes out at first. He grabs Mariam by the wrist and holds tight as he releases a single word of power. Energy streams from his free hand that strikes her in the chest. He releases her as the power sends her across the room to slam into the cauldron of perpetual stew for the entire contents to pour onto her. She screams in pain and horror as her body is burned.
Jacob and Thomas react as one, rushing across the room and attacking Jericho with everything that they have. They rip the knife out of his chest and plunge it back into his body several times until Jericho casts another spell that sends the twins across the room and landing next to their mother. Jericho stands up and speaks more words of power almost as a song as the wounds on his body quickly seal away. The twins reach for their mother. They are in terrible pain, but their concern for their mother overrides all sense of self.
Jacob: Mother…
Thomas: Are you alright?
Mariam reaches for her children, resting a burned hand upon each of their cheeks. She smiles one last time.
Mariam: My children. Run! Escape! I must pay for my sins…
Jacob: Mother?
Thomas: Mother!
Mariam’s hands fall away from her children as she breathes her last. Jericho walks over to the fallen children with a cruel smile.
Jericho: You thought you could kill me. I have the upper hand now.
Jacob and Thomas look up at Jericho with defiant glares.
Jacob: Do your worst.
Thomas: We will rejoin mother!
Jericho licks his lips.
Jericho: That’s where you are very wrong. I have been researching this spell to use and I think you both are the proper test subjects.
He begins with a stream of uttered words from his mouth that should not be able to be pronounced by the human mouth. Both Jacob and Thomas lift up into the air, their wounds healing as they glow with unspeakable power. Eventually, they are set back down on their feet. They look at each other and back to Jericho.
Jacob: What have-
Thomas: You done?
Jericho: You might die tonight, but you will never see your mother again. A thousand deaths. A thousand rebirths. You will die again and again, but you will never find the afterlife.
Jacob: No.
Thomas: Mother!
The twins rush the standing Jericho and push him into the stone wall where he strikes the back of his head. He falls to the floor, blood starting to pool around his head. The twins look at him.
Jacob: Is he-
Thomas: Dead?
Not wanting to chance if he is alive or dead, the twins escape the tower to find their way on their own. They are eventually grabbed by a traveling circus and made the sideshow for their skills and for their never dying in the face of horrific injuries. That is where they remained until they were saved by Armand and Esmeralda.
At Esmeralda’s feet, the twins clap their hands.
Hehehe: He lived.
Hahaha: He lives.
The twins turn to face the camera. Their appearances were suddenly as cruel as Jericho’s was.
Hehehe: Cheez. Wellington Dunne. You think that you face normal wrestlers.
Hahaha: We are not. We have lived a thousand lifetimes.
Hehehe: We have died a thousand times.
Hahaha: We are heroes. We are villains. We are clowns.
Hehehe: We are the ones-
Hahaha: Who will take you apart in the ring.
Hehehe: We will dominate you in the ring.
Hahaha: We have to.
Hehehe: It is high time-
Hahaha: We showed people what we can do.
Hehehe: It it time that we-
Hahaha: Streamed to the Top of the Class!
Esmeralda von Krauss: Excellent. I think it’s time you spent some quality time with your father.
Jericho strains at the manacles that bind him, but he cannot break free. Hehehe and Hahaha laugh a ghastly laugh as they approach their father with PIE brass knuckles on their hands.
Hehehe: Hi, daddy. This will-
Hahaha: Hurt you more than us.
The scene fades to black as the twins begin punching Jericho with the brass knuckles.
Hehehe and Hahaha stand on either side of the dangling man and giggle a ghastly laugh that’s more of a retching, gurgle than it is a laugh.
Hehehe: You are a gift for us.
Hahaha: You know that?
Hehehe: The boss says that you were bad.
Hahaha: The boss says that you like small children.
Hehehe rubs his hand on the man’s thigh, next to his crotch that looks to be stained with piss and blood as well.
Hehehe: We are not surprised.
Hahaha: We can see Him in your face.
Hehehe: It’s not ideal, but-
Hahaha: You pay for the sins of two.
The man coughs in a way that wracks his entire body with pain. He spits blood onto the floor by the twins.
Man: I don’t lik-
Hehehe and Hahaha both punch the man in the gut at the same time, prompting more blood to come out through his mouth and nose.
Hehehe: We get it.
Hahaha: You love children.
Hehehe: It’s vile.
Hahaha: It’s obscene.
Man: I would never-AAAAHHHHH!
Hehehe plunges a small knife into the man’s leg and pulls down to create a several inch long gash that oozes blood. Hahaha inserts something that looks like a small solid state drive, but has what appears to be a remote control in his other hand.
Hehehe: Lie some more-
Hahaha: And the leg goes BOOM!
The man begins to hyperventilate as Hahaha’s finger hovers over the button that will rid him of the leg and likely his life. He eventually sighs.
Man: FIne. I might have done some things to children. Sexual things. Violent things so they would never tell. Is that what you want to hear? That I am guilty of the things you say I have done?
Hehehe and Hahaha look at each other and giggle in a ghastly sort of way.
Hehehe: We have done-
Hahaha: Our job. Boss?
“Dahlings, I can take it from here.”
Esmeralda von Krauss steps out from behind a slab of hanging, rotting beef. She is dressed to kill in a violet evening gown and a deep purple foot long cigarette holder in her hand as she smokes an Egyptian cigarette. She blows smoke at the captive man, her eyes going to the manacles around his wrists that we somehow missed before. Manacles that are covered in glowing runes.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Jericho. It has been a long time since we have seen one another. It has been even longer since you have seen my twins. They recognize you, but you not them is it?
The man so named Jericho looks at the repulsive grins of Hehehe and Hahaha and shudders.
Jericho: I would have remembered these faces. I know them not, Esmeralda. If this is about-
Esmeralda takes her free hand and puts a finger to Jericho’s lips to silence him.
Esmeralda von Krauss: You do not recognize them? They have changed much since you created them. Their mother was a youngling herself when you did what you did to her. When the twins were born in your image, you stayed to raise them so that you might abuse them as well as their mother. In any day and age, you are the true monster of the tale. I have told the public an origin tale of how my twins were created, but it was simply not the truth. Nay, it was a watered down tale of the woes that their poor mother endured under your yoke. Tell me, do you recognize your children now, dahling?
Jericho narrows his eyes while looking at the twins, seeking to see through decades of piled on facepaint without washing the previous layers. His eyes go wide.
Jericho: Jacob? Thomas?
It takes some time for the names to sink in, but Hehehe and Hahaha’s faces twist into that of anger and hatred. It’s an unusual look for them as they regard Jericho.
Hehehe: You!
Hahaha: The one who hurt momma!
Hehehe: You!
Hahaha: Who hurt us!
They advance upon Jericho, but Esmeralda holds out a restraining hand.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Hold, dahlings. His Justice is on your hands, but first it is storytime. A true tale of why you two are what you are and how it came to be.
Hehehe and Hahaha look at each other for a moment before sitting down at Esmeralda’s feet.
Hehehe: We would like-
Hahaha: To hear a story.
Hehehe: Even one as-
Hahaha: Revolting as ours!
Esmeralda takes another drag from her cigarette and smiles, letting the smoke trickle from her mouth.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Then, we begin our sad tale long ago. Longer than some nations on this world, in fact. A young woman by the name of Mariam was born to a rather poor family. So poor, in fact, they sold her hand to a sorcerer named Jericho. They were wed, powerful sorcerer and child bride. Jericho was a cruel husband, keeping poor Mariam at arm’s length and forcing her to do all of the housework and such while committing horrendous deeds upon her. The most unspeakable was making her pregnant with twins at such a young age. The twins were born and Mariam found herself less abused, but the cruelty was only transferred to her twin sons. Jericho often used the twins in towns to force them to entertain the masses for coin that Jericho used for his magical research to increase his own power base. However, one day it became too much for Mariam to bear to watch her children being the test subjects of different, painful magical spells and she intervened. This is that tale…
In a little tower, Jericho utters words of power as he sits at a table. The twins, Jacob and Thomas are merely twelve years old and are scrawny as can be. They huddle with each other against the stone wall as Jericho sends a stream of energy at them, causing their skin to blister and pop. The twins scream in agony and Jericho chuckles in his cruelty. Mariam tends to a fireplace where a cauldron of perpetual stew is lightly bubbling. She cringes as her children scream in pain, tears running down her face as she stirs the stew.
Jericho: What’s wrong, my children? Does it hurt very much? No worries. I have a healing spell I would like to try…in good time.
Lightning streams from Jericho’s fingertips to strike both Jacob and Thomas. They lay on the floor, their poor bodies jerking in pain to the power flowing through them. Mariam lets out an anguished cry.
Mariam: STOP! STOP IT!
She grabs a knife from the table and rushes at Jericho, stabbing him in the right side of the chest and sinking the blade to the hilt in his body. Jericho opens his mouth to cry out in pain, but no sound comes out at first. He grabs Mariam by the wrist and holds tight as he releases a single word of power. Energy streams from his free hand that strikes her in the chest. He releases her as the power sends her across the room to slam into the cauldron of perpetual stew for the entire contents to pour onto her. She screams in pain and horror as her body is burned.
Jacob and Thomas react as one, rushing across the room and attacking Jericho with everything that they have. They rip the knife out of his chest and plunge it back into his body several times until Jericho casts another spell that sends the twins across the room and landing next to their mother. Jericho stands up and speaks more words of power almost as a song as the wounds on his body quickly seal away. The twins reach for their mother. They are in terrible pain, but their concern for their mother overrides all sense of self.
Jacob: Mother…
Thomas: Are you alright?
Mariam reaches for her children, resting a burned hand upon each of their cheeks. She smiles one last time.
Mariam: My children. Run! Escape! I must pay for my sins…
Jacob: Mother?
Thomas: Mother!
Mariam’s hands fall away from her children as she breathes her last. Jericho walks over to the fallen children with a cruel smile.
Jericho: You thought you could kill me. I have the upper hand now.
Jacob and Thomas look up at Jericho with defiant glares.
Jacob: Do your worst.
Thomas: We will rejoin mother!
Jericho licks his lips.
Jericho: That’s where you are very wrong. I have been researching this spell to use and I think you both are the proper test subjects.
He begins with a stream of uttered words from his mouth that should not be able to be pronounced by the human mouth. Both Jacob and Thomas lift up into the air, their wounds healing as they glow with unspeakable power. Eventually, they are set back down on their feet. They look at each other and back to Jericho.
Jacob: What have-
Thomas: You done?
Jericho: You might die tonight, but you will never see your mother again. A thousand deaths. A thousand rebirths. You will die again and again, but you will never find the afterlife.
Jacob: No.
Thomas: Mother!
The twins rush the standing Jericho and push him into the stone wall where he strikes the back of his head. He falls to the floor, blood starting to pool around his head. The twins look at him.
Jacob: Is he-
Thomas: Dead?
Not wanting to chance if he is alive or dead, the twins escape the tower to find their way on their own. They are eventually grabbed by a traveling circus and made the sideshow for their skills and for their never dying in the face of horrific injuries. That is where they remained until they were saved by Armand and Esmeralda.
At Esmeralda’s feet, the twins clap their hands.
Hehehe: He lived.
Hahaha: He lives.
The twins turn to face the camera. Their appearances were suddenly as cruel as Jericho’s was.
Hehehe: Cheez. Wellington Dunne. You think that you face normal wrestlers.
Hahaha: We are not. We have lived a thousand lifetimes.
Hehehe: We have died a thousand times.
Hahaha: We are heroes. We are villains. We are clowns.
Hehehe: We are the ones-
Hahaha: Who will take you apart in the ring.
Hehehe: We will dominate you in the ring.
Hahaha: We have to.
Hehehe: It is high time-
Hahaha: We showed people what we can do.
Hehehe: It it time that we-
Hahaha: Streamed to the Top of the Class!
Esmeralda von Krauss: Excellent. I think it’s time you spent some quality time with your father.
Jericho strains at the manacles that bind him, but he cannot break free. Hehehe and Hahaha laugh a ghastly laugh as they approach their father with PIE brass knuckles on their hands.
Hehehe: Hi, daddy. This will-
Hahaha: Hurt you more than us.
The scene fades to black as the twins begin punching Jericho with the brass knuckles.
