Post by Donzig on Nov 27, 2024 23:39:55 GMT -5
‘Did you ever wonder what happened to them?’
Donzig’s voice asked softly, an absent purr as he watched the Oblivion Death Squad leave the room. He turned, and absently tore a chunk of the finest fresh baked bread to pieces as he stared at his guest.
The man in the mask. The Prisoner.
He had never seen Donzig eat, his understanding was that no one in Donzig-gun had. The Scourge tossed down the bread, and he looked at the painted portraits that covered the fine wooden paneling. The faces of Godfrey’s ancestors that stared down from the ages, and Donzig continued.
‘I am sure you have. How all of my servants seem to be two or more people, how their minds are not quite like yours or your husband’s. How Sinclair can be so sweet one minute, and a sociopath the next? How Drake can seem so normal, and then be frothing at the mouth? Carbrey is so calm, so collected, so mellow!’
His fingers snapped, and he smiled a ghastly smile as he leaned back.
‘And so vicious when the bell rings? The Death Squad are my masterpieces, I have trained them for years, since they were young, I have been with them every day! But as I am sure you have noticed I have rather started to wear away their personalities, yeah?’
The man shivered. He had seen many members of the Death Squad, and the foot soldiers of Donzig-gun did seem to be lacking in personality. They were just violence and cold indifferent malice, and he looked back to Donzig.
‘I made them like this. I have broken their minds, reshaped them in my image, partitioned parts away from the whole. I did to them what has been done to me, old friend. But it is a flawed process that is why they are like they are.’
He shuddered, Donzig or the Scourge had just admitted to doing something inhuman to his closest friends and allies. And he tapped his fingers against the gleaming wood, and he rose slowly to pace along the stone tile floor.
‘I am alone in the darkness. Probably because my mind was already splintering. I spent years, decades trapped in his mind! Fighting to break free. And before you shed any tears for that Donzig?’
A hand waved.
‘The hands of my former self are as covered in blood as my own. He is a self-righteous prick, convinced of his rightness. You want to know what that Donzig was like? Go ask Anthony. Go ask the Slams how much grief Donzig caused them before he ever wore the mask! Go ask Timothy Draven why he heads on that mountain, and avoids his brother like the fucking plague!
Donzig likes to tell you all he was an angel! Well, even the angels dipped their wings in fucking blood!’
He paused, and he lifted a hand as he stared into the fie burning on the carved marble mantle. His voice a quiet purr as the prisoner looked on, staring at his back.
‘I am going to remake you in my image. You will be my message to him. I want him to look in your eyes and see me looking back at him. His heart will break, and I will not be alone anymore! I have seen his real face, and I will have him back! We will reign over this world of broken dreams and ash as gods.
You will hate him as much as you love him.
And I will have my vengeance.’
The prisoner shook his head, straining against the bonds as Donzig looked back at him over his shoulder.
‘Don’t worry, you will see him soon.’
Donzig’s voice asked softly, an absent purr as he watched the Oblivion Death Squad leave the room. He turned, and absently tore a chunk of the finest fresh baked bread to pieces as he stared at his guest.
The man in the mask. The Prisoner.
He had never seen Donzig eat, his understanding was that no one in Donzig-gun had. The Scourge tossed down the bread, and he looked at the painted portraits that covered the fine wooden paneling. The faces of Godfrey’s ancestors that stared down from the ages, and Donzig continued.
‘I am sure you have. How all of my servants seem to be two or more people, how their minds are not quite like yours or your husband’s. How Sinclair can be so sweet one minute, and a sociopath the next? How Drake can seem so normal, and then be frothing at the mouth? Carbrey is so calm, so collected, so mellow!’
His fingers snapped, and he smiled a ghastly smile as he leaned back.
‘And so vicious when the bell rings? The Death Squad are my masterpieces, I have trained them for years, since they were young, I have been with them every day! But as I am sure you have noticed I have rather started to wear away their personalities, yeah?’
The man shivered. He had seen many members of the Death Squad, and the foot soldiers of Donzig-gun did seem to be lacking in personality. They were just violence and cold indifferent malice, and he looked back to Donzig.
‘I made them like this. I have broken their minds, reshaped them in my image, partitioned parts away from the whole. I did to them what has been done to me, old friend. But it is a flawed process that is why they are like they are.’
He shuddered, Donzig or the Scourge had just admitted to doing something inhuman to his closest friends and allies. And he tapped his fingers against the gleaming wood, and he rose slowly to pace along the stone tile floor.
‘I am alone in the darkness. Probably because my mind was already splintering. I spent years, decades trapped in his mind! Fighting to break free. And before you shed any tears for that Donzig?’
A hand waved.
‘The hands of my former self are as covered in blood as my own. He is a self-righteous prick, convinced of his rightness. You want to know what that Donzig was like? Go ask Anthony. Go ask the Slams how much grief Donzig caused them before he ever wore the mask! Go ask Timothy Draven why he heads on that mountain, and avoids his brother like the fucking plague!
Donzig likes to tell you all he was an angel! Well, even the angels dipped their wings in fucking blood!’
He paused, and he lifted a hand as he stared into the fie burning on the carved marble mantle. His voice a quiet purr as the prisoner looked on, staring at his back.
‘I am going to remake you in my image. You will be my message to him. I want him to look in your eyes and see me looking back at him. His heart will break, and I will not be alone anymore! I have seen his real face, and I will have him back! We will reign over this world of broken dreams and ash as gods.
You will hate him as much as you love him.
And I will have my vengeance.’
The prisoner shook his head, straining against the bonds as Donzig looked back at him over his shoulder.
‘Don’t worry, you will see him soon.’
