Post by Oblivion Death Squad on May 25, 2024 19:55:47 GMT -5
In the depths of the Mexican jungles stood an ancient temple dedicated to long forgotten dark gods. In its courtyards and hallways, games of life and death were once played. The victors lived, and the defeated were sacrificed to appease the hunger of the bloody gods. In time the temple had been claimed by the Order.
And then the Order had been destroyed and replaced by the minions of the Scourge.
In the bowels of that slowly crumbling temple knelt the beings known as Mormo and Moloch. They were the Chosen of the Scourge, the unyielding soldiers of his dark vision. They lived and fought at his command. They were his strong hands, his shadows, and the most beloved of his children.
Their master stood at the edge of a pit. The abyss. It was long wide crevasse into nothing, it extended forever into the heart of the earth. Donzig would sometimes stand for hours, staring into its black depths. A chill wind rose from it, and yet he would stand in those flickering shadows looking into the mouth of Oblivion.
He would sometimes whisper to it, he would croon the old songs, or even argue with shadows of his fractured minds.
Mormo and Moloch said nothing.
They just knelt on the broken stone, watching their master as he stared into blackness. Sinclair Godfrey walked into the low room, a torch guttering in her hand. She said nothing, just stared at Donzig before glancing at Mormo.
She started to speak, and then Donzig’s voice rose.
‘Seems so long I've been waiting
Still don't know what for
There's no point in escaping
I don't worry anymore
I can't come out to find you
I don't like to go outside
They can turn off my feelings
Like they're turning off the light….’
He turned slowly, and he stared at Sinclair from behind his mask. His head tilting as he stepped away from the edge, and she bowed her head.
‘Why do they oppose us? Why can’t they see the truth? I am the future! I am the rebirth! We are falling into eternal darkness, and yet people like Fox and his Cryptids will not let me do what must be done!’
His hand clenched in rage, and he stalked back towards the abyss. He shook his head, staring into the darkness before he folded his arms before him. Sinclair said nothing, what could she say?
‘They act like you are my slaves! They don’t see the truth, it is not my will that binds the Death Squad! It is faith! Faith is believing in something greater than yourself, and what is greater than the weight of an uncaring universe bearing down on us!
And Fox? Fox has seen the truth, he has seen it! But he still fights against me, he still refuses to admit what he knows is true! Well, no, no, no I will deal with him and his lackeys soon enough! My children will show them the power of faith!’
The men who bore the names of devils bowed their heads, and Donzig turned to stare at them. His arms still folded over his chest, and he hissed from behind his mask. He lifted a hand absently, wiping it across the mouth of the mask.
‘For too long I have let Bloodied Fox run amok, denying what we both know! That this world is doomed, that it is a prison! We are in a world of ash, yet he still fights against the inevitable! And so the war begins once more, and WUK will be our battlefield! His Cryptid against my soldiers!’
He stalked forward across the ancient stones, the smoke blackened and age worn faces of long forgotten deities staring down at him. His hand snapped outward, fingers hooking in the black fatigues of the monster of Donzig-gun. Mormo was dragged upwards, and Donzog pressed his masked face closer to Mormo’s as he growled.
‘I want them to suffer! I want them broken! I want them to see the price of following Fox in his lies! I want them to see that I am the truth!’
He pushed Mormo back, and waved a hand as he turned.
‘Leave me.’
The soldiers of the Apocalypse rose, bowing their heads as they backed from the room. Donzig said nothing as he paced back towards the Abyss. And Sinclair hovered a few steps behind him, and then he growled.
‘I am fine.’
The Baroness bowed her head once more, and followed after the Death Squad. Leaving Donzig alone with the Pit.
And then the Order had been destroyed and replaced by the minions of the Scourge.
In the bowels of that slowly crumbling temple knelt the beings known as Mormo and Moloch. They were the Chosen of the Scourge, the unyielding soldiers of his dark vision. They lived and fought at his command. They were his strong hands, his shadows, and the most beloved of his children.
Their master stood at the edge of a pit. The abyss. It was long wide crevasse into nothing, it extended forever into the heart of the earth. Donzig would sometimes stand for hours, staring into its black depths. A chill wind rose from it, and yet he would stand in those flickering shadows looking into the mouth of Oblivion.
He would sometimes whisper to it, he would croon the old songs, or even argue with shadows of his fractured minds.
Mormo and Moloch said nothing.
They just knelt on the broken stone, watching their master as he stared into blackness. Sinclair Godfrey walked into the low room, a torch guttering in her hand. She said nothing, just stared at Donzig before glancing at Mormo.
She started to speak, and then Donzig’s voice rose.
‘Seems so long I've been waiting
Still don't know what for
There's no point in escaping
I don't worry anymore
I can't come out to find you
I don't like to go outside
They can turn off my feelings
Like they're turning off the light….’
He turned slowly, and he stared at Sinclair from behind his mask. His head tilting as he stepped away from the edge, and she bowed her head.
‘Why do they oppose us? Why can’t they see the truth? I am the future! I am the rebirth! We are falling into eternal darkness, and yet people like Fox and his Cryptids will not let me do what must be done!’
His hand clenched in rage, and he stalked back towards the abyss. He shook his head, staring into the darkness before he folded his arms before him. Sinclair said nothing, what could she say?
‘They act like you are my slaves! They don’t see the truth, it is not my will that binds the Death Squad! It is faith! Faith is believing in something greater than yourself, and what is greater than the weight of an uncaring universe bearing down on us!
And Fox? Fox has seen the truth, he has seen it! But he still fights against me, he still refuses to admit what he knows is true! Well, no, no, no I will deal with him and his lackeys soon enough! My children will show them the power of faith!’
The men who bore the names of devils bowed their heads, and Donzig turned to stare at them. His arms still folded over his chest, and he hissed from behind his mask. He lifted a hand absently, wiping it across the mouth of the mask.
‘For too long I have let Bloodied Fox run amok, denying what we both know! That this world is doomed, that it is a prison! We are in a world of ash, yet he still fights against the inevitable! And so the war begins once more, and WUK will be our battlefield! His Cryptid against my soldiers!’
He stalked forward across the ancient stones, the smoke blackened and age worn faces of long forgotten deities staring down at him. His hand snapped outward, fingers hooking in the black fatigues of the monster of Donzig-gun. Mormo was dragged upwards, and Donzog pressed his masked face closer to Mormo’s as he growled.
‘I want them to suffer! I want them broken! I want them to see the price of following Fox in his lies! I want them to see that I am the truth!’
He pushed Mormo back, and waved a hand as he turned.
‘Leave me.’
The soldiers of the Apocalypse rose, bowing their heads as they backed from the room. Donzig said nothing as he paced back towards the Abyss. And Sinclair hovered a few steps behind him, and then he growled.
‘I am fine.’
The Baroness bowed her head once more, and followed after the Death Squad. Leaving Donzig alone with the Pit.
