Post by SinclairGodfrey on Jun 19, 2023 16:21:45 GMT -5
Warren Webber III stared as the jobber he was speaking to was shoved aside by the grim figure of the monstrous Moloch. He snarled from behind his mask, and Warren stepped back only to bump into Mormo.
He yelped, and then came face to face with the Baroness.
‘Uh?’
‘Silence, mortal dog. I have something I want to say about loyalty. You see to some people loyalty is just a word, it doesn’t have any meaning. They are not loyal to anything not even themselves.’
A hand waved and her pretty face scowled.
‘They don’t care about what is done on their behalf, they don’t care what is sacrificed for them, they don’t appreciate anything. They feel entitled, and all they care about what you are doing for them right now. They are pigs, and they are only content when their trough is full.’
Warren nodded, and Sinclair lifted her chin.
‘But we are loyal. You see, even if we suffer setbacks and defeat? Even if we are mistreated, even if we do not agree with everything done? We stay the course, we remain true, we are loyal. When I stood at the edge of the Great Pit, and stared into the inifinite blackness as I swore loyalty to the Scourge, those paths were forever!’
She raked a hand through her hair, and the Death Squad nodded.
‘When I looked into the Heart of Darkness, and I promised to cleanse this world! When I swore to bring the Purity of Oblivion to this sport? That was forever! When I was plucked by the Scourge and chosen to be lifted above all others? That was forever!’
She hissed, eyes narrowed.
‘Not until something more to my liking came along, and I could go get something easy and free. Forever. But I understand that most people are not us.’
Warren blinked at her, and then lifted his mic with a swallow.
‘Uh, yes—‘
‘You see our words mean something at the end of the day? That is all we really have. And so while some may want to go off in conquest of a forest full of snakes and poachers. And others may want to ride after them like white knights spewing their own excuses and lies? I remember the things that we did.
They might not mean anything to them. But they matter to me, to us! And so if those words force me to follow Armand? We will do what we must.’
Sinclair paused, staring at Warren who shifted nervously under that cold gaze. And he adjusted his bow tie before he spoke.
‘Are we talking—‘
‘About GPT and his insults to the Scourge? Yes. You see while we are forced to serve Armand? While we are held in sway by him? We will remain true to who and what we are. The Great Dark demands nothing less, even if he is drinking his way through Japan.’
Warren nodded slowly.
‘I think I understand.’
Sinclair sniffed, arms folding before her as the Death Squad loomed over Warren Webber the Third. He glanced up at them, shifting nervously as the Baroness waved her fingers.
‘You see GPT like so many others thinks if he tells enough lies, if he spins enough stories, if he believed his own excrement hard enough? Someone will believe them to be true. That is what liars do. You see if you say something long enough someone somewhere will believe it is true.’
A brown arched, and she shrugged.
‘Probably the person you least expect. And then they will do something petty like a child, taking away something that they did for you. Because as Donzig taught us long ago no gift comes without strings in the end. But such things are the actions of a mewling child, of an infant.’
Sinclair smiled, shrugging again before a hand lifted to brush back he hair.
‘Such actions are to be expected though, that is how the small and petty do business. They pretend to be decent, but in reality? Behind closed doors where they think no one can see them? They show their true colors, they are condescending and insulting. And then? They play the victim, because that is exactly who and what they are. They act like they’re friends, but in reality? They’re a riot of bad faith, they should have never been trusted in the first place.’
Webber nodded, still confused as the Baroness looked to her minions.
‘Such people with their low morals, their lack of character or decency? They are an enigma to us. You see creatures like us? While we are monsters, we are honest about what we are. And so while these people think they have a stake in what we do? In the Legacy we build? No, no, no, they can be deleted in the space of a few days. They will be–’
A shrug.
‘Forgotten.’
‘And that is what you think of GPT?’
‘Of course. GPT is a passing concern, and after I teach him some respect at Bolton? He will not trouble us again will he? He thinks he is safe from our scorn, he thinks that somehow we will overlook his games because he’s decent. But no, insults must be repaid, disrespect must be answered, and you can hide wherever you wish. You can scurry away from the truth, you can spin your webs of lies, and you can even look for new conquests! But the truth will always come out.’
A wink, and she turned to go before a hand lifted. She turned back, looking over her shoulder.
‘And the truth is? GPT is out of his depth.’
Webber started to say something else as Sinclair swept away, but the Death Squad hissed as they looked down at him. And he stepped back, hands lifting as he forced a nervous smile.
He yelped, and then came face to face with the Baroness.
‘Uh?’
‘Silence, mortal dog. I have something I want to say about loyalty. You see to some people loyalty is just a word, it doesn’t have any meaning. They are not loyal to anything not even themselves.’
A hand waved and her pretty face scowled.
‘They don’t care about what is done on their behalf, they don’t care what is sacrificed for them, they don’t appreciate anything. They feel entitled, and all they care about what you are doing for them right now. They are pigs, and they are only content when their trough is full.’
Warren nodded, and Sinclair lifted her chin.
‘But we are loyal. You see, even if we suffer setbacks and defeat? Even if we are mistreated, even if we do not agree with everything done? We stay the course, we remain true, we are loyal. When I stood at the edge of the Great Pit, and stared into the inifinite blackness as I swore loyalty to the Scourge, those paths were forever!’
She raked a hand through her hair, and the Death Squad nodded.
‘When I looked into the Heart of Darkness, and I promised to cleanse this world! When I swore to bring the Purity of Oblivion to this sport? That was forever! When I was plucked by the Scourge and chosen to be lifted above all others? That was forever!’
She hissed, eyes narrowed.
‘Not until something more to my liking came along, and I could go get something easy and free. Forever. But I understand that most people are not us.’
Warren blinked at her, and then lifted his mic with a swallow.
‘Uh, yes—‘
‘You see our words mean something at the end of the day? That is all we really have. And so while some may want to go off in conquest of a forest full of snakes and poachers. And others may want to ride after them like white knights spewing their own excuses and lies? I remember the things that we did.
They might not mean anything to them. But they matter to me, to us! And so if those words force me to follow Armand? We will do what we must.’
Sinclair paused, staring at Warren who shifted nervously under that cold gaze. And he adjusted his bow tie before he spoke.
‘Are we talking—‘
‘About GPT and his insults to the Scourge? Yes. You see while we are forced to serve Armand? While we are held in sway by him? We will remain true to who and what we are. The Great Dark demands nothing less, even if he is drinking his way through Japan.’
Warren nodded slowly.
‘I think I understand.’
Sinclair sniffed, arms folding before her as the Death Squad loomed over Warren Webber the Third. He glanced up at them, shifting nervously as the Baroness waved her fingers.
‘You see GPT like so many others thinks if he tells enough lies, if he spins enough stories, if he believed his own excrement hard enough? Someone will believe them to be true. That is what liars do. You see if you say something long enough someone somewhere will believe it is true.’
A brown arched, and she shrugged.
‘Probably the person you least expect. And then they will do something petty like a child, taking away something that they did for you. Because as Donzig taught us long ago no gift comes without strings in the end. But such things are the actions of a mewling child, of an infant.’
Sinclair smiled, shrugging again before a hand lifted to brush back he hair.
‘Such actions are to be expected though, that is how the small and petty do business. They pretend to be decent, but in reality? Behind closed doors where they think no one can see them? They show their true colors, they are condescending and insulting. And then? They play the victim, because that is exactly who and what they are. They act like they’re friends, but in reality? They’re a riot of bad faith, they should have never been trusted in the first place.’
Webber nodded, still confused as the Baroness looked to her minions.
‘Such people with their low morals, their lack of character or decency? They are an enigma to us. You see creatures like us? While we are monsters, we are honest about what we are. And so while these people think they have a stake in what we do? In the Legacy we build? No, no, no, they can be deleted in the space of a few days. They will be–’
A shrug.
‘Forgotten.’
‘And that is what you think of GPT?’
‘Of course. GPT is a passing concern, and after I teach him some respect at Bolton? He will not trouble us again will he? He thinks he is safe from our scorn, he thinks that somehow we will overlook his games because he’s decent. But no, insults must be repaid, disrespect must be answered, and you can hide wherever you wish. You can scurry away from the truth, you can spin your webs of lies, and you can even look for new conquests! But the truth will always come out.’
A wink, and she turned to go before a hand lifted. She turned back, looking over her shoulder.
‘And the truth is? GPT is out of his depth.’
Webber started to say something else as Sinclair swept away, but the Death Squad hissed as they looked down at him. And he stepped back, hands lifting as he forced a nervous smile.
