Post by Spike Kane on Oct 5, 2023 5:10:57 GMT -5
“It takes a vast amount of self control to be this dangerous.”
I should have ended this long before it began, long before you ever had the chance to try and put me down. The moment you tried to steal my moniker, my throne, that is when I should have put you down like the dog you are…..but I let it slide, curiosity got the best of me. There have been so many pretenders before you Donzig, so many who claim to be the “NEW” god of xtreme, so many who blissfully ignore what is right before their eyes.
He sat atop the throne, a throne made of skulls, a large Wrestle:UK banner on the wall behind him, desecrated…an eight-pointed star sprayed across it.
You seem to think, like so many before you, that I am beneath you. That what you have done pales in comparison to what I have done to you….but you, once again, misjudge me. You think I am seeking justice, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I aim to break you Donzig, in as many ways as I possibly can. There is no glory at the end of this, there is no fame, no gold….only pain.
The cultists mingle around him, not one of them daring to raise their eyes to look at him. One by one they place offerings around the dais the throne sits upon.
I have fought so many battles over the years, I have walked down so many differing paths. Never the hero, always the villain….you would think that would take a toll, no? That my soul, my pride, would take a beating, yet it does not matter to me. You see, the ends always justify the means. No matter what I do, or who I do it to, my goals are always clear in my mind. I know that pummeling you to a bloody pulp won’t break you. As much as it might bring me joy, it is only fleeting….no Donzig…..beating you just isn’t enough. I need to break you, to make you suffer on a level nobody has before, to truly crumble you down to your very core. I must take everything you love - even if you don’t know that you do…
The offerings at the feet of The Warmaster glimmer as he speaks, a framed photograph of the Oblivion Death Squad, fractured and broken.
I embody chaos, ever its servant, and my Order did what they needed to do to ensure my return. I spent more time than I care to admit traversing the void, one failure after the next ... .and more time than I’ll ever forgive you for as that stained remnant of Steve Awesome’s disgusting hygiene…
He slams a fist down onto the throne, his eyes all but gleaming with fire. The few cultists near him jump with fear, as they start to backtrack away.
So to say this is personal would be trivial, don’t you think? I’ve done everything I can to make this as clear as possible. I’ve shown up wherever you roam - which, is pretty much everywhere - to make sure you know. You will not escape me Donzig, you will not forget me, and you will never be free of me. You chose to run me down like a dog, like a fucking coward, and because of that? Well, you have my full and undivided attention.
How is that working out for you?
Slowly, he rises from the throne, picking up a skull-shaped chalice as he does so, and grinning like a man possessed.
The thing you need to learn about me Donzig, is that I won’t stop. It doesn’t matter what you put in my way, it doesn’t matter how many times I may fail, I simply won’t stop. Like an unending tide of nuisance and violence, I will be there everywhere you go, everywhere you make an appearance. Every time you try to raise yourself up the ladder, I’ll be there to kick you off….until I get what I want, until I get what I am owed….
So give him to me.
So I can make him suffer!
With a subtle purpose, and the grin never leaving his face, he walks across the chamber lit only by the flames of the many candles lit by his cult, towards a very out of place feature. A television screen nestled in the wall, the screen itself on a still image of none other than Sinclair Godfrey.
Oh what delights I have in store…you’ll wish you never met me. You’ll wish you never crossed me, and you’ll wish you never tried to take me out like a coward, and each time I’ll simply smile and refuse you. For what I have instore for her, while you lay in the cold dead ground after I’ve buried you in the desecrated soil of the filth known as London, I’ll make sure you can watch. I’ll make sure my contacts in the firey pits of hell force you to. I’ll make her my puppet, and I’ll show you what real suffering is, and you, my dear pretend Donzig, will have no power to stop me. You’ll have no strength to save her.
I promised I would break you, while you think burying me would save you, it would do anything but….I’ve clawed my way out of my grave before Donzig, l’ve risen from the depths and returned stronger and more dangerous than I ever was before. So tell me…once I’ve buried you, and taken everything you ever had, or hoped for…
As he smirked he leaned in.
Can you honestly say you’re capable of the same? Even so….you’ll be just another Spike Kane wannabe.
“There is nowhere left to hide. We know you now. We shall hunt you in every plane of reality. We will cleanse the void, then we will cleanse the warp. So look on me now, Donzig, and know your slayer.”
