Post by Donzig on Apr 2, 2024 17:57:21 GMT -5
‘The Slams.’
The voice purred from the darkness, rasping and cold. It sounded vaguely amused as if it heard a joke that no one else could understand. And something rustled in the shadows, and then Donzig loomed from the darkness his mask gleaming in the faint moonlight. He tsked, pacing back and forth in what appeared to be an abandoned building. Sweeping across the rubble before he lifted a hand turning.
‘The fucking Slams. Let me tell you all something. I have left people, I have left entire companies, entire fucking rosters in the dirt! I have laid entire fucking families and brotherhoods to ruin! I have burned them to ash with nothing but the force of my fucking will!’
The hand lifted, sweeping across the mask before it fell as Donzig shook his head. He paced back and forth, the coat snapping and swirling before he continued.
‘But time and time again, one group of people have refused to fucking go into the darkness. I have literally stood here and watched them fucking die! And yet they always somehow, some way presume to defy me! And they come back!’
Donzig hissed, fingers balling into a fist as he turned to glare at the camera from beneath the mask. His eyes were wild in the darkness, and he stared at his hand before he released it with a deep breath.
‘Because they are fucking cockroaches. When the XHF lays dead and buried there will be nothing beneath the bloated sky except ashes and fucking Slams! But it’s okay, that’s okay because you see as David II can tell you? I am a patient man. I am a very patient man, I have nothing but time.
So let me tell you something, David.’
Donzig’s hand lifted, and it splayed across the cold metal of his mask. His fingers twitched and twisted, and he yanked it off. He stared down at it, his reflection warped in the face of the Scourge. Then he shrugged, and he slid it inside of his coat before fingers clawed through his beard.
He spat, and those eyes narrowed.
‘You should have stayed gone. You were off my radar, you were forgotten. You were fucking safe. But that was not good enough for you was it? As soon as Spike threw me in a grave, like some kind of buffoon you came crawling back into the light.
And then because that was not enough of a fucking insult! As if I would let that defiance stand! You came crawling out of the fucking mire and you dared–’
His voice rose to a shriek.
‘YOU DARED! YOU FUCKING DARED!’
A pause, and a hand lifted before his fingers steepled before his mouth. He took a deep breath, shaking his head before he looked up. He paced back and forth, and then his hands fell before they spread.
‘You joined my enemies, you went over there and stood with Spike Kane. And by the way, David? Where is Spike? Let me tell you where Spike is! Not fucking here, because he walked into Dublin and got a reminder of exactly who he is dealing with! You see Spike is pretty good, he’s pretty fucking good!
And he may have snatched up a lesser version of me and threw him into a grave! But you see as soon as St. Patrick’s Massacre rolled around? He came face to face with the Scourge, and brother?
He left Dublin on a fucking stretcher! But you, you think you and that misbegotten bastard of yours are going to finish what he started?’
Donzig hissed, and then it started. Like a grinding of gears, the low rattle of ancient engine coming to laugh. A cackling, a rasping, and the cold air of the Australian night echoed with the inhuman mechanical laughter of the Demon of WUK. It echoed and howled, and then Donzig stopped.
It just stopped, and he looked up with a sneer.
‘Please.’
Donzig leaned closer, a cold smile on his lips.
‘What are you David? Like Abraham? God told you to sacrifice Isaac to prove your loyalty so you take your son down here to Melbourne to cut his throat? Is that it? Well, let me tell you something?
God is not coming out of the fire to tell you to stop, he is not going to throw a goat to save your boy. The only god you and the Empire will hear?’
His face twictched, and those eyes flared with terrible life as Donzig shrieked.
‘IS THE NEW FUCKING GOD OF EXTREME!
Do you all understand? Do you get it in your thick fucking heads? How many times do I need to explain it to you people! Let me say it again, let me say it again, until all of you from JROK to HKW from the Sands to Cheap Seats in Florida!
There is no one like me! There is just me! Nothing like Donzig has come among you before, and nothing will ever fucking again! I am the Hand of Doom, I am the Scourge! I am the Wonder and Terror of this Age!
And nothing, nothing and no one, not you! Not your fucking son! Not that traitor Drake! Not the ghost of Spike Kane! Not the fucking two pissed off Germans trained by Berlin! Not some fucking man child in a little hat, not even the younger version of Bloodied Fox who came back from the past to stop himself from being a double agent of Kang who we will all forget about as soon as Heroes Reborn starts!
None of that! None of that is going to stop me! And you should know that you fucking mealy mouthed cockroach fuck!’
Donzig glared, and his fingers raked through his beard before he shook his head. Then he spat, and his head tilted.
‘And after I destroy the wad of your seed in Melbourne? Well, David, it’s a rumble season. And frankly?’
A smile.
‘See you soon.’
The voice purred from the darkness, rasping and cold. It sounded vaguely amused as if it heard a joke that no one else could understand. And something rustled in the shadows, and then Donzig loomed from the darkness his mask gleaming in the faint moonlight. He tsked, pacing back and forth in what appeared to be an abandoned building. Sweeping across the rubble before he lifted a hand turning.
‘The fucking Slams. Let me tell you all something. I have left people, I have left entire companies, entire fucking rosters in the dirt! I have laid entire fucking families and brotherhoods to ruin! I have burned them to ash with nothing but the force of my fucking will!’
The hand lifted, sweeping across the mask before it fell as Donzig shook his head. He paced back and forth, the coat snapping and swirling before he continued.
‘But time and time again, one group of people have refused to fucking go into the darkness. I have literally stood here and watched them fucking die! And yet they always somehow, some way presume to defy me! And they come back!’
Donzig hissed, fingers balling into a fist as he turned to glare at the camera from beneath the mask. His eyes were wild in the darkness, and he stared at his hand before he released it with a deep breath.
‘Because they are fucking cockroaches. When the XHF lays dead and buried there will be nothing beneath the bloated sky except ashes and fucking Slams! But it’s okay, that’s okay because you see as David II can tell you? I am a patient man. I am a very patient man, I have nothing but time.
So let me tell you something, David.’
Donzig’s hand lifted, and it splayed across the cold metal of his mask. His fingers twitched and twisted, and he yanked it off. He stared down at it, his reflection warped in the face of the Scourge. Then he shrugged, and he slid it inside of his coat before fingers clawed through his beard.
He spat, and those eyes narrowed.
‘You should have stayed gone. You were off my radar, you were forgotten. You were fucking safe. But that was not good enough for you was it? As soon as Spike threw me in a grave, like some kind of buffoon you came crawling back into the light.
And then because that was not enough of a fucking insult! As if I would let that defiance stand! You came crawling out of the fucking mire and you dared–’
His voice rose to a shriek.
‘YOU DARED! YOU FUCKING DARED!’
A pause, and a hand lifted before his fingers steepled before his mouth. He took a deep breath, shaking his head before he looked up. He paced back and forth, and then his hands fell before they spread.
‘You joined my enemies, you went over there and stood with Spike Kane. And by the way, David? Where is Spike? Let me tell you where Spike is! Not fucking here, because he walked into Dublin and got a reminder of exactly who he is dealing with! You see Spike is pretty good, he’s pretty fucking good!
And he may have snatched up a lesser version of me and threw him into a grave! But you see as soon as St. Patrick’s Massacre rolled around? He came face to face with the Scourge, and brother?
He left Dublin on a fucking stretcher! But you, you think you and that misbegotten bastard of yours are going to finish what he started?’
Donzig hissed, and then it started. Like a grinding of gears, the low rattle of ancient engine coming to laugh. A cackling, a rasping, and the cold air of the Australian night echoed with the inhuman mechanical laughter of the Demon of WUK. It echoed and howled, and then Donzig stopped.
It just stopped, and he looked up with a sneer.
‘Please.’
Donzig leaned closer, a cold smile on his lips.
‘What are you David? Like Abraham? God told you to sacrifice Isaac to prove your loyalty so you take your son down here to Melbourne to cut his throat? Is that it? Well, let me tell you something?
God is not coming out of the fire to tell you to stop, he is not going to throw a goat to save your boy. The only god you and the Empire will hear?’
His face twictched, and those eyes flared with terrible life as Donzig shrieked.
‘IS THE NEW FUCKING GOD OF EXTREME!
Do you all understand? Do you get it in your thick fucking heads? How many times do I need to explain it to you people! Let me say it again, let me say it again, until all of you from JROK to HKW from the Sands to Cheap Seats in Florida!
There is no one like me! There is just me! Nothing like Donzig has come among you before, and nothing will ever fucking again! I am the Hand of Doom, I am the Scourge! I am the Wonder and Terror of this Age!
And nothing, nothing and no one, not you! Not your fucking son! Not that traitor Drake! Not the ghost of Spike Kane! Not the fucking two pissed off Germans trained by Berlin! Not some fucking man child in a little hat, not even the younger version of Bloodied Fox who came back from the past to stop himself from being a double agent of Kang who we will all forget about as soon as Heroes Reborn starts!
None of that! None of that is going to stop me! And you should know that you fucking mealy mouthed cockroach fuck!’
Donzig glared, and his fingers raked through his beard before he shook his head. Then he spat, and his head tilted.
‘And after I destroy the wad of your seed in Melbourne? Well, David, it’s a rumble season. And frankly?’
A smile.
‘See you soon.’
