Post by LuthorCarbrey on Aug 25, 2023 23:27:11 GMT -5
Leather creaks in the shadows, and the light soon shows a room in the depths of the arena. Pipes run and twist through the concrete, and water drips somewhere as the machines rumble and hiss somewhere beyond. And in that dim light sits a figure, back to the camera.
‘Innocence, once lost can never be regained. Darkness, once gazed upon can never be lost.’
The voice of Luthor Carbrey echoed in the shadows, and he held out a book as he still looked into the darkness. He shrugged, and let it drop before he continued.
‘Paradise Lost, Hunter. It was Donzig’s favorite. I think about him alot, you know. Not the Donzig Who is, the Donzig who was. He was–’
Carbrey paused, and he turned so half of his face faced the camera.
‘--fire and ice in one person. He was a light so bright, he would blind you. But you know what he wasn’t, Hunter? A sanctimonious prick. Donzig was a monster, a demon given flesh, and never not once from his first day in XHF until Armand drove him out did he lie about it. And you’re right, he told us the world was a cold, evil, dark, and cruel place.’
A deep breath, and he shrugged as he looked away again.
‘Because it is, Hunter. You just can’t see it, you don’t see with our eyes. You haven’t stared into the darkness, into the empty burned hearts of the people who step into that ring, and claim they are superior. If I am evil? If I am a monster? It is because the world made me one.’
Carbrey started to pace back and forth, walking before the pipes with a frown. His hand lifted to drag across the rusted metal.
‘But you see, none of that matters. I am what the Great Dark made me. A weapon. I am the Knives of the Scourge, and that means I will bring pain to whatever I am pointed at. I will cut away their weakness, I will tear away whatever it is that makes them stand against us! And it doesn’t matter to a weapon if the hand that wields it belongs to Armand? Or to Donzig.’
He looked up, eyes narrowed.
‘That was the choice I made.’
A shrug.
‘And so Hunter when we meet in Austin, Texas? You can be the hero, you can tell all of these fans that you never asked for this! That you never claimed to be perfect! But none of that will matter to me because all I want is for you to bleed, to suffer!’
Carbrey shoved the camera aside, and his foot lashed out to send the light tumbling away into the shadows. Darkness filled the room, and his voice echoed again.
‘Donzig was very fond of Nietzsche, Hunter. And so I leave you with this–’
A laugh.
‘He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.’
Another pause.
‘See you soon.’
‘Innocence, once lost can never be regained. Darkness, once gazed upon can never be lost.’
The voice of Luthor Carbrey echoed in the shadows, and he held out a book as he still looked into the darkness. He shrugged, and let it drop before he continued.
‘Paradise Lost, Hunter. It was Donzig’s favorite. I think about him alot, you know. Not the Donzig Who is, the Donzig who was. He was–’
Carbrey paused, and he turned so half of his face faced the camera.
‘--fire and ice in one person. He was a light so bright, he would blind you. But you know what he wasn’t, Hunter? A sanctimonious prick. Donzig was a monster, a demon given flesh, and never not once from his first day in XHF until Armand drove him out did he lie about it. And you’re right, he told us the world was a cold, evil, dark, and cruel place.’
A deep breath, and he shrugged as he looked away again.
‘Because it is, Hunter. You just can’t see it, you don’t see with our eyes. You haven’t stared into the darkness, into the empty burned hearts of the people who step into that ring, and claim they are superior. If I am evil? If I am a monster? It is because the world made me one.’
Carbrey started to pace back and forth, walking before the pipes with a frown. His hand lifted to drag across the rusted metal.
‘But you see, none of that matters. I am what the Great Dark made me. A weapon. I am the Knives of the Scourge, and that means I will bring pain to whatever I am pointed at. I will cut away their weakness, I will tear away whatever it is that makes them stand against us! And it doesn’t matter to a weapon if the hand that wields it belongs to Armand? Or to Donzig.’
He looked up, eyes narrowed.
‘That was the choice I made.’
A shrug.
‘And so Hunter when we meet in Austin, Texas? You can be the hero, you can tell all of these fans that you never asked for this! That you never claimed to be perfect! But none of that will matter to me because all I want is for you to bleed, to suffer!’
Carbrey shoved the camera aside, and his foot lashed out to send the light tumbling away into the shadows. Darkness filled the room, and his voice echoed again.
‘Donzig was very fond of Nietzsche, Hunter. And so I leave you with this–’
A laugh.
‘He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.’
Another pause.
‘See you soon.’
