Post by Donzig on Jan 29, 2023 1:02:15 GMT -5
A chess board sits in a darkened room, and the pieces of it are scattered across the board as though in disarray. A black king lays snapped in half off to the side of the stone board, and a voice purrs from the darkness. The voice is cold and empty, devoid of emotion as it echoes around the dim flame lit room.
‘Malcolm. Xavier. Graves.’
A pause.
‘You say a lot of things, you in fact talk a lot. And one side of your mouth speaks respect, and the other? Well, the other talks shit. And I don’t mind that at all, Malcolm. Because you and the rest of the fucking rabble of the XHF need to understand one thing. I don’t value your opinions, I don’t value your thoughts, I don’t value you. I am as a God, and you? Well, you’re less.’
The chair spun slowly, and reclining on it’s leather seat sat the Scourge. His face was hidden beneath his mask, and light gleamed across it’s surface as he slowly lifted his hand. He dropped a stained and worn chess piece onto the board. Then he lifted a hand, sweeping it across his mask before he snorted.
‘You say they mock us because they are afraid? I know they do, for the hearts of men are easy to read for a thing like me. My eyes have stared long into the Abyss, Malcolm. I have walked the shores of the Great Empty sea of Oblivion. I have seen it all, all of it, the future was laid out before me! And so if you think I can’t see fear? That I can’t smell it? Oh, you’re wrong. But here’s the thing, Malcolm. You talked alot about them, the others, the rabble, those who have stood before the fury of Donzig-gun.’
Donzig leaned forward, and he picked up the broken pieces of the black king.
‘But you didn’t mention you. You see they are not the only ones afraid are they? You are afraid I will destroy your meal ticket, eh? Because if you don’t have the Sheik, what exactly are you? And as for the Sheik? You say he is not afraid? Let me clue you in, Malcolm.’
The black King was dropped to clatter on the board, and he brushed the pieces aside with a shrug as he leaned closer. His head tilted, and he hissed as he fumed.
‘Everyone fears death. Death comes for us all. There is no escape. No pity. And everyday, every fucking day, we escape it. We cheat death, and live this pale shadow that we call life. So the Sheik can say he is not afraid? But I know the truth, Malcolm. You see long ago, when I floated in the prison of my own mind? I decided to become the thing that I feared.’
Donzg tapped his mask, and he laughed that weird hissing laugh of his. It sounded like a machine trying to act human, and he leaned back then with a wave of his hand.
‘And that thing is what you and your client will face in Los Angeles. I am going to rip, tear, and slice the flesh from your hides. I am going to burn you, I am going to drag both of you through hell! I will drink your fucking blood! And when I am finished? They will say here is the Sheik and Graves, the fools who thought they could best Death in High Places.’
Donzig tilted his head, and he snorted as he absently rubbed his fingers together as he looked towards the fire. Then his hand closed on the broken black king, and he tossed it into the flames. A shrug, and he gave a slow nod.
‘And then whatever is left of the XHF, past, present, and future will see what I have done to the most dangerous man in HKW! And they will think twice before they ever again walk into my house, and dare to defy me! Because you see Malcolm, my enemies make their little jokes and their little comments. But here I am, the New God of Extreme, and I am still standing as one by one by one they topple over! Or even better get lost in their own little meaningless bullshit.’
A shrug.
‘That is okay, because I will find them in the end. Because I am everything I say I am, I am punishment to the wicked, I am fear to the righteous, and I am the Wonder and Terror of this Age! And I am coming for you and your client, Malcolm. You wanted Great Donzig?’
Donzig lifted a hand to drag off his mask, pulling it from his face to toss it on the chess board. His empty eyes stared at the camera, and his lips twisted into a scowl as his hand lifted to tug at his beard. Dragging through it before he sneered, hand waving as he leaned back again.
‘See you soon.’
‘Malcolm. Xavier. Graves.’
A pause.
‘You say a lot of things, you in fact talk a lot. And one side of your mouth speaks respect, and the other? Well, the other talks shit. And I don’t mind that at all, Malcolm. Because you and the rest of the fucking rabble of the XHF need to understand one thing. I don’t value your opinions, I don’t value your thoughts, I don’t value you. I am as a God, and you? Well, you’re less.’
The chair spun slowly, and reclining on it’s leather seat sat the Scourge. His face was hidden beneath his mask, and light gleamed across it’s surface as he slowly lifted his hand. He dropped a stained and worn chess piece onto the board. Then he lifted a hand, sweeping it across his mask before he snorted.
‘You say they mock us because they are afraid? I know they do, for the hearts of men are easy to read for a thing like me. My eyes have stared long into the Abyss, Malcolm. I have walked the shores of the Great Empty sea of Oblivion. I have seen it all, all of it, the future was laid out before me! And so if you think I can’t see fear? That I can’t smell it? Oh, you’re wrong. But here’s the thing, Malcolm. You talked alot about them, the others, the rabble, those who have stood before the fury of Donzig-gun.’
Donzig leaned forward, and he picked up the broken pieces of the black king.
‘But you didn’t mention you. You see they are not the only ones afraid are they? You are afraid I will destroy your meal ticket, eh? Because if you don’t have the Sheik, what exactly are you? And as for the Sheik? You say he is not afraid? Let me clue you in, Malcolm.’
The black King was dropped to clatter on the board, and he brushed the pieces aside with a shrug as he leaned closer. His head tilted, and he hissed as he fumed.
‘Everyone fears death. Death comes for us all. There is no escape. No pity. And everyday, every fucking day, we escape it. We cheat death, and live this pale shadow that we call life. So the Sheik can say he is not afraid? But I know the truth, Malcolm. You see long ago, when I floated in the prison of my own mind? I decided to become the thing that I feared.’
Donzg tapped his mask, and he laughed that weird hissing laugh of his. It sounded like a machine trying to act human, and he leaned back then with a wave of his hand.
‘And that thing is what you and your client will face in Los Angeles. I am going to rip, tear, and slice the flesh from your hides. I am going to burn you, I am going to drag both of you through hell! I will drink your fucking blood! And when I am finished? They will say here is the Sheik and Graves, the fools who thought they could best Death in High Places.’
Donzig tilted his head, and he snorted as he absently rubbed his fingers together as he looked towards the fire. Then his hand closed on the broken black king, and he tossed it into the flames. A shrug, and he gave a slow nod.
‘And then whatever is left of the XHF, past, present, and future will see what I have done to the most dangerous man in HKW! And they will think twice before they ever again walk into my house, and dare to defy me! Because you see Malcolm, my enemies make their little jokes and their little comments. But here I am, the New God of Extreme, and I am still standing as one by one by one they topple over! Or even better get lost in their own little meaningless bullshit.’
A shrug.
‘That is okay, because I will find them in the end. Because I am everything I say I am, I am punishment to the wicked, I am fear to the righteous, and I am the Wonder and Terror of this Age! And I am coming for you and your client, Malcolm. You wanted Great Donzig?’
Donzig lifted a hand to drag off his mask, pulling it from his face to toss it on the chess board. His empty eyes stared at the camera, and his lips twisted into a scowl as his hand lifted to tug at his beard. Dragging through it before he sneered, hand waving as he leaned back again.
‘See you soon.’
