Post by Oblivion Death Squad on Jan 10, 2024 23:20:47 GMT -5
The scene opens in what appears to be a crypt, dust covers the ancient marble statues of angels looming from the walls. And an old stained glass window stares down on the tile floor with it’s coating of dead leaves and dust. A single candle flickers in the darkness, but in it’s dim light you can see the forms of the Oblivion Death Squad in the shadows. Their faces covered by their masks, and before them kneeling beside an empty slab with a single flower on it is Sinclair Godfrey.
She looks up slowly, and pushes back her hood before she shrug.
‘He always knew there was weakness in you, Gavin. Always. You were, you are flawed. It’s you. But Donzig loved you in his own way. Even if you were a disappointment. He got you a contract for Fireside, and you rejected him! And he brought you into the fold, and you failed him!’
Sinclair frowned slightly, and she leaned closer.
‘Time and time again. Too much drinking, too much anger, too much pride. But still he gave you chance after chance, time and time again he waited for you to be the man he wanted you to be! And time after time, what did you do? You failed.’
A shrug.
‘I don’t blame you. Our path is not easy, it is not for the faint of heart, or the weak in spirit. And every pack needs wolves, even if they are not alphas. But I do blame you for your betrayal! You see when we cast off the false leadership of that person we have forgotten! Instead of helping me, instead of standing at my side! You tried to wrest control from me! From me!’
Her eyes narrowed, and she looked away.
‘But of course, you failed. And I would have forgiven you even that, because he would have. He would have respected it. But what I can’t forgive?’
Sinclair’s eyes flashed, and her hand snapped down on the marble sarcophagus. Her nails scraped over it, and she scowled before she drew her hand back with a slight look of surprise. And she flicked her hair back.
‘You spat on his memory, you spat in his face! Everything he ever gave you? You cast it aside! To what? To what? Stand beside a creature like Spike Kane? To side with the Slams! Over us! Over your family? Anthony Jordan stood beside you for your entire career, and you were going to attack him when he was beaten for Spike?’
Sinclair fumed, and she looked away. Her hand balled into a fist, and she jerked it back before she continued.
‘You’re a disgrace, Gavin. We’re a cancer? A sickness? You’re the cure? There’s no cure for what we are, Gavin. There is no escape from what we represent. And you know that! You’re lying to yourself! And now? You’re jus another failure in a group dedicated to failure! The Slams? Bah! The Slams are weak, they have always been weak! Spike? Donzig already put him down once!’
Moloch growled suddenly, stepping forward as he laid a hand on the shoulder of Godfrey. The Baroness nodded, motioning for the big man to speak. His voice snarled from under the mask sounding hollow.
‘Gavin Drake! Ti ishe vëllai ynë! Ne qëndruam pranë jush! Ti ishe dora e zbrazët! Biri i Pushtuesit!
Tani do të jeni vetëm një viktimë tjetër! Një tjetër person i pretenduar nga boshllëku! Shumë i dobët, shumë me të meta për të mbijetuar në Rendin e Ri!’
Mormo stepped forward, his hand lifting to ball into a fist as he glowered from behind the mask he wore.
‘Përplasni të tretën! Unë të quaj armik! Unë ju quaj të ndotur dhe të mallkuar! Familja juaj u gjet e dëshpëruar shumë kohë më parë!
Shenja e Murgut është mbi ju, kështu që të gjithë mund ta dinë se çfarë jeni.
I dobët. E butë. I papërshtatshëm për të shërbyer.
Një gjë e hirit.
Në Saskatoon, unë do t'ju tregoj të vërtetën! Ju do të luteni për fundin!’
Sinclair hissed, looking up as her eyes reflected the flame.
‘Gavin Drake! You were our brother! We stood beside you! You were the Empty Hand! The Son of the Conqueror!
Now you will be just another victim! Another person claimed by the void! Too weak, too flawed to survive in the New Order!
Slam the Third! I name you enemy! I name you tainted and accursed! Your family was found wanting long ago!
The Mark of the Scourge is upon you so all may know what you are.
Weak. Soft. Unfit to serve.
A thing of Ash.
In Saskatoon, I will show you the truth! You will beg for the end!’
She rose slowly, her long coat swirling the leaves and dust as she flickered her fingers across the candle. Ignoring the flames as they danced around her fingers, and she tilted her head with a lazy smile.
‘Spike. It’s easy to claim you have an empire, it’s easy to say this is an empire. But you see? Empires fall. In the darkness of the Void, in the pits of Oblivion, here in Hell? There are no empires, just us. And in Saskatoon? We will finish what he started.’
The candle was snuffed out.
‘Shihemi se shpejti.’
She looks up slowly, and pushes back her hood before she shrug.
‘He always knew there was weakness in you, Gavin. Always. You were, you are flawed. It’s you. But Donzig loved you in his own way. Even if you were a disappointment. He got you a contract for Fireside, and you rejected him! And he brought you into the fold, and you failed him!’
Sinclair frowned slightly, and she leaned closer.
‘Time and time again. Too much drinking, too much anger, too much pride. But still he gave you chance after chance, time and time again he waited for you to be the man he wanted you to be! And time after time, what did you do? You failed.’
A shrug.
‘I don’t blame you. Our path is not easy, it is not for the faint of heart, or the weak in spirit. And every pack needs wolves, even if they are not alphas. But I do blame you for your betrayal! You see when we cast off the false leadership of that person we have forgotten! Instead of helping me, instead of standing at my side! You tried to wrest control from me! From me!’
Her eyes narrowed, and she looked away.
‘But of course, you failed. And I would have forgiven you even that, because he would have. He would have respected it. But what I can’t forgive?’
Sinclair’s eyes flashed, and her hand snapped down on the marble sarcophagus. Her nails scraped over it, and she scowled before she drew her hand back with a slight look of surprise. And she flicked her hair back.
‘You spat on his memory, you spat in his face! Everything he ever gave you? You cast it aside! To what? To what? Stand beside a creature like Spike Kane? To side with the Slams! Over us! Over your family? Anthony Jordan stood beside you for your entire career, and you were going to attack him when he was beaten for Spike?’
Sinclair fumed, and she looked away. Her hand balled into a fist, and she jerked it back before she continued.
‘You’re a disgrace, Gavin. We’re a cancer? A sickness? You’re the cure? There’s no cure for what we are, Gavin. There is no escape from what we represent. And you know that! You’re lying to yourself! And now? You’re jus another failure in a group dedicated to failure! The Slams? Bah! The Slams are weak, they have always been weak! Spike? Donzig already put him down once!’
Moloch growled suddenly, stepping forward as he laid a hand on the shoulder of Godfrey. The Baroness nodded, motioning for the big man to speak. His voice snarled from under the mask sounding hollow.
‘Gavin Drake! Ti ishe vëllai ynë! Ne qëndruam pranë jush! Ti ishe dora e zbrazët! Biri i Pushtuesit!
Tani do të jeni vetëm një viktimë tjetër! Një tjetër person i pretenduar nga boshllëku! Shumë i dobët, shumë me të meta për të mbijetuar në Rendin e Ri!’
Mormo stepped forward, his hand lifting to ball into a fist as he glowered from behind the mask he wore.
‘Përplasni të tretën! Unë të quaj armik! Unë ju quaj të ndotur dhe të mallkuar! Familja juaj u gjet e dëshpëruar shumë kohë më parë!
Shenja e Murgut është mbi ju, kështu që të gjithë mund ta dinë se çfarë jeni.
I dobët. E butë. I papërshtatshëm për të shërbyer.
Një gjë e hirit.
Në Saskatoon, unë do t'ju tregoj të vërtetën! Ju do të luteni për fundin!’
Sinclair hissed, looking up as her eyes reflected the flame.
‘Gavin Drake! You were our brother! We stood beside you! You were the Empty Hand! The Son of the Conqueror!
Now you will be just another victim! Another person claimed by the void! Too weak, too flawed to survive in the New Order!
Slam the Third! I name you enemy! I name you tainted and accursed! Your family was found wanting long ago!
The Mark of the Scourge is upon you so all may know what you are.
Weak. Soft. Unfit to serve.
A thing of Ash.
In Saskatoon, I will show you the truth! You will beg for the end!’
She rose slowly, her long coat swirling the leaves and dust as she flickered her fingers across the candle. Ignoring the flames as they danced around her fingers, and she tilted her head with a lazy smile.
‘Spike. It’s easy to claim you have an empire, it’s easy to say this is an empire. But you see? Empires fall. In the darkness of the Void, in the pits of Oblivion, here in Hell? There are no empires, just us. And in Saskatoon? We will finish what he started.’
The candle was snuffed out.
‘Shihemi se shpejti.’
