Post by Donzig on Jun 17, 2024 18:07:53 GMT -5
‘Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster... for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you.’
The calm smooth voice of the Baroness of Donzig-gun purred from the darkness, and then a match was struck. It was tossed downward, and then flames erupted from an empty barrel in a shower of sparks. The flames leapt high, swirling and billowing as they lit a crumbling cement room. The walls were covered in graffiti, and wild designs that were clearly gang tags.
On either side of the the smirking Godfrey were the hulking figures of the Oblivion Death Squad. They stared into the flames, the red light gleaming across their black skull masks. They were silent before they drew back a step as a figure stepped between the flames and the camera.
It paced back and forth, the long leather coat snapping and swirling. It circled around the barrel, and eyes glittered beneath the hood.
‘Arvand! Filipi i Zi! Dhelpra e përgjakur! Kur të hyni në Dallas, do të hyni në një ekzekutim!
Ju do të ecni në fatin tuaj në duart tona!’
Mormo snarled, and his brother nodded. Then Moloch stepped closer, finger jabbing angrily as he snarled and spat beneath his mask. He rolled his shoulders, shaking his head as he snarled.
‘Mendoni se mund të na mposhtni në lojën tonë? Mendoni se rrugët e Dallasit do t'ju favorizojnë?
Ne jemi Donzig-gun! Ku ecim, ne zotërojmë! Dhe ne do t'ju copëtojmë të gjithëve! Ne do të ecim në Kupën e Amerikës së Veriut të veshur me skalpin e Racës së Natës!’
The pair fell silent, and Godfrey looked up.
‘Arvand! Black Phillip! Bloodied Fox! When you walk into Dallas, you will be walking into an execution! You will be walking into your fate at our hands!
You think you can defeat us at our own game? You think the streets of Dallas will favor you?
We are Donzig-gun! Where we walk, we own! And we will tear you all apart! We will walk into the North American Cup wearing the scalps of the Night Breed!’
Donzig lifted a hand, and the three fell silent as Donzig stepped towards the swirling flames. The hellish light gleamed across the metal of his mask, and then a hand lifted to splay across it before his fingers twisted. He pulled the mask free, and his eyes narrowed before he handed the mask to the Baroness.
‘It’s never you is it, Fox? We all know what you did! We all saw what the fuck you did! You walked into my house, and you stole from me! And worse, worse than that, you let the miserable fucking Slams survive! And now you sit there and you speak of death?
No one can kill me, Fox. I am the Great Dark, as cold and endless as the Void itself. And so you and your tame monsters can destroy me? Can destroy us? And you speak about how you defeated me last time?’
Donzig’s eyes narrowed, and his hand absently drifted across the top of the flames. His fingers moving slowly, and he stared at them before he shrugged.
‘And what did that victory cost you, old friend? More than the loss cost me.’
His hand tightened into a fist.
‘Look at you, pretending to be one of them. Pretending to be fine, to be normal, like none of this affects you. You say the Death Squad are brainwashed brutes? Maybe they are. You see my children have been made in my image, I have forged them to be my weapons, and soon? I will turn those weapons against you.
They are empty vessels into which I poured my will, my hatred, and my malice. And you can claim your Cryptid had their number? But facts are? This is about wins or losses is it, Fox? I hurt them, I stole from them, and I stole from you.’
That face twisted into a cold smile, but the eyes were empty of anything human let alone amusement.
‘And I want to go on hurting you, stealing from you. You want this to end? You and I will fight as this place dies around us, as the world turns to ash you and I will fight over the ruins. I have foreseen this.
I leave you with this, Fox.’
Donzig extended his hand, and Godfrey handed him the mask. His eyes stared down at the empty holes, and his fingers slid across the metal as he nodded slowly. He hissed, and he shrugged before he murmured.
‘I told you so long ago that to defeat me, to destroy me, you would have to become like me. I warned you that if you gazed into the Abyss? The Abyss would look into you. That if you fought monsters?
Well, look at you now. A collection of monsters of your own.’
Donzig shrugged, looking up slowly. He slid the mask back across his face, and his breath rasped from behind it as the fire gleamed in those dark eyes.
‘But Fox, I am the thing that preys on monsters. And in Dallas? You and your pets will not be facing the Oblivion Death Squad, you will not be facing Donzig-gun! No, no, no! You will be facing me, you will be facing the Scourge! You will stand in that arena before Death in High Places!
And I will show you which one of us is the better monster.’
Donzig shoved his hand into the flames. Fire swirled and billowed, smoke and sparks flying in the air as the it licked across his leather sleeve. It leapt and curled, and then he dragged something from the fire. The bat was blackened, and covered in char before he lifted it high. Black barbed wire crackled and burned, and fire danced around it as he spun it in a slow circle.
Lightbringer.
‘See you soon.’
The calm smooth voice of the Baroness of Donzig-gun purred from the darkness, and then a match was struck. It was tossed downward, and then flames erupted from an empty barrel in a shower of sparks. The flames leapt high, swirling and billowing as they lit a crumbling cement room. The walls were covered in graffiti, and wild designs that were clearly gang tags.
On either side of the the smirking Godfrey were the hulking figures of the Oblivion Death Squad. They stared into the flames, the red light gleaming across their black skull masks. They were silent before they drew back a step as a figure stepped between the flames and the camera.
It paced back and forth, the long leather coat snapping and swirling. It circled around the barrel, and eyes glittered beneath the hood.
‘Arvand! Filipi i Zi! Dhelpra e përgjakur! Kur të hyni në Dallas, do të hyni në një ekzekutim!
Ju do të ecni në fatin tuaj në duart tona!’
Mormo snarled, and his brother nodded. Then Moloch stepped closer, finger jabbing angrily as he snarled and spat beneath his mask. He rolled his shoulders, shaking his head as he snarled.
‘Mendoni se mund të na mposhtni në lojën tonë? Mendoni se rrugët e Dallasit do t'ju favorizojnë?
Ne jemi Donzig-gun! Ku ecim, ne zotërojmë! Dhe ne do t'ju copëtojmë të gjithëve! Ne do të ecim në Kupën e Amerikës së Veriut të veshur me skalpin e Racës së Natës!’
The pair fell silent, and Godfrey looked up.
‘Arvand! Black Phillip! Bloodied Fox! When you walk into Dallas, you will be walking into an execution! You will be walking into your fate at our hands!
You think you can defeat us at our own game? You think the streets of Dallas will favor you?
We are Donzig-gun! Where we walk, we own! And we will tear you all apart! We will walk into the North American Cup wearing the scalps of the Night Breed!’
Donzig lifted a hand, and the three fell silent as Donzig stepped towards the swirling flames. The hellish light gleamed across the metal of his mask, and then a hand lifted to splay across it before his fingers twisted. He pulled the mask free, and his eyes narrowed before he handed the mask to the Baroness.
‘It’s never you is it, Fox? We all know what you did! We all saw what the fuck you did! You walked into my house, and you stole from me! And worse, worse than that, you let the miserable fucking Slams survive! And now you sit there and you speak of death?
No one can kill me, Fox. I am the Great Dark, as cold and endless as the Void itself. And so you and your tame monsters can destroy me? Can destroy us? And you speak about how you defeated me last time?’
Donzig’s eyes narrowed, and his hand absently drifted across the top of the flames. His fingers moving slowly, and he stared at them before he shrugged.
‘And what did that victory cost you, old friend? More than the loss cost me.’
His hand tightened into a fist.
‘Look at you, pretending to be one of them. Pretending to be fine, to be normal, like none of this affects you. You say the Death Squad are brainwashed brutes? Maybe they are. You see my children have been made in my image, I have forged them to be my weapons, and soon? I will turn those weapons against you.
They are empty vessels into which I poured my will, my hatred, and my malice. And you can claim your Cryptid had their number? But facts are? This is about wins or losses is it, Fox? I hurt them, I stole from them, and I stole from you.’
That face twisted into a cold smile, but the eyes were empty of anything human let alone amusement.
‘And I want to go on hurting you, stealing from you. You want this to end? You and I will fight as this place dies around us, as the world turns to ash you and I will fight over the ruins. I have foreseen this.
I leave you with this, Fox.’
Donzig extended his hand, and Godfrey handed him the mask. His eyes stared down at the empty holes, and his fingers slid across the metal as he nodded slowly. He hissed, and he shrugged before he murmured.
‘I told you so long ago that to defeat me, to destroy me, you would have to become like me. I warned you that if you gazed into the Abyss? The Abyss would look into you. That if you fought monsters?
Well, look at you now. A collection of monsters of your own.’
Donzig shrugged, looking up slowly. He slid the mask back across his face, and his breath rasped from behind it as the fire gleamed in those dark eyes.
‘But Fox, I am the thing that preys on monsters. And in Dallas? You and your pets will not be facing the Oblivion Death Squad, you will not be facing Donzig-gun! No, no, no! You will be facing me, you will be facing the Scourge! You will stand in that arena before Death in High Places!
And I will show you which one of us is the better monster.’
Donzig shoved his hand into the flames. Fire swirled and billowed, smoke and sparks flying in the air as the it licked across his leather sleeve. It leapt and curled, and then he dragged something from the fire. The bat was blackened, and covered in char before he lifted it high. Black barbed wire crackled and burned, and fire danced around it as he spun it in a slow circle.
Lightbringer.
‘See you soon.’
