Past vs. Future... (EoD RP)
Oct 18, 2017 17:07:56 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Dave D-Flipz, and 2 more like this
Post by Hyperion on Oct 18, 2017 17:07:56 GMT -5
*The final days of End of Days is nearing us. People still reel and shout, shocked and excited about the results from last Sunday’s big night. For some, achievements have been broken, for others; dreams. Some went into that night prepared to put it all on the line, and every man and woman got more than they expected of their opponents- an absolute battle for supremacy. One man in particular walked in there, a God among men. Some might say they do not believe the hype (pun intended), but for many more, his word has become gospel. We enter the open hall of Hyperion’s make-shift throne room, now looking more and more like it has been taken from history- a glowing, golden monolith built to seat the one being referred to as a ‘God’. From prophecies to stories, from believers to naysayers, one thing is certain- the Church of Hyperion is growing.*
“....some wine, my Lord?”
“...........”
“Or perhaps, you might fancy a something to eat, something savory?”
“..........”
*In a daze, Hyperion is punching and slamming a boxing bag, hung by the far wall. Some have gathered to watch him, offering praise to his power. Others sit in awe, admiring their God. He does not notice his disciple, offering him a trayful of goods. He throws a heavy discuss punch into the bag, connecting with his follower and the tray of foods she is carrying, sending her sprawling to the floor.*
“What the-...why do you stand so close to me?”
“...........s-sorry, my Lord…..”
“Do you realize you might have been slaughtered just now? Do not approach me whilst in battle-meditation.”
“Y-yes….Lord Hyperion…..my apologies……”
*Another two followers scuttle forward to pick up the fallen foods, one immediately using their robes to soak up the spilled wine. Hyperion looks down on the small lady, being helped to her feet. She is terrified, narrowly avoiding a much more dangerous blow from her liege. He sighs softly, and grabs her forearm, hoisting her up in one effortless pull.*
“My disciple….forgive my frustration. I did not see you approaching...”
“N-no, Lord Hyperion, please. Forgive me! It was rude of me to come so near, to sneak up on you like that. I will clean this up right away, a-and….bring you more, if that is what you wish?”
“No, there is no need….”
*Hyperion cannot help but notice the girl's age- youthful in her looks, bashful in her voice, but timid. Afraid. Almost….terrified.*
“Tell me, what brings you here? When did you become a follower in the Church of Hyperion?”
“I-I…..I came by with my sister, my Lord. Maybe three or four days back. We are new, but….but we want to stay. We want to live under your rule, under your protection….”
“My protection? Hmm, I dare say you are no more than a child?”
“N-no Lord, I am almost twenty-one. My sister is closer to eighteen….please, my Lord...if you will have us….”
“You do not need to call me ‘Lord’, it is true I was a King in my first life, but with my empire far away in time, it is not fair to claim such a title….you may simply call me Hyperion. Now...tell me why two girls, so fresh in their youth, would stray from home to join our church?”
“..............”
“Do not be afraid child, you may speak with me.”
*The young woman looks around her, bashful and afraid to speak in case there may be eavesdropping. Hyperion waves his hands to dismiss those around him, his followers happily dispersing at his command. She leans forward, and whispers something so quietly to him, that only he hears it. His expression grows from concern, to anger, to sorrow.*
“My child….I do not have words that will comfort you, nor words that will change the past. I cannot make empty promises to you now, nor can I swear to uphold what you wish from me. However, you and your sibling are welcome to join us here, for as long as you need. In the meantime, I will be having a word with your father…”
“No, please! He will take us back if you do! He won’t let us stay!”
*Hyperion raises a hand to silence the girl.*
“If you are granted permission to stay, then accept it. Do not bear fear and worry in this house, for this house is built as a shrine to those seeking comfort, solace, strength. If you are to stay here, you must show me true strength, true bravery. For you, and your younger sibling too.”
“But…..yes, Lord Hyperion.”
*He shoots her a stern look.*
“Sorry, yes….Hyperion.”
*Hyperion gives her a small smile, and ushers her along t the other disciples. He takes a moment to think, his hands on his hips. He bows his head, in anger, in frustration. One of his followers approaches him from behind, careful not to get too close this time.*
“Lord Hyperion…..pardon my interruption. Ms. Bodhi is here to see you…”
“Then why are you here speaking with me and not her!”
*Hyperion spins around to see Bodhi standing with the follower, only for Bodhi is on her cellphone. She spots the look on Hyperion's face, and the reaction from his frightened disciple.*
“.....hey dude, I’ll have to call you back...."
*She hangs up.*
“Hype, what the hell!”
“I…..my mind is full of…..anger, right now…..”
*His follower quickly gathers himself, and walks away from the two.*
“Yo, what’s going on buddy? Having a little temper tantrum are ya?”
“Hrmph.”
“Sorry dude, I would have been here sooner, but I was a little busy.”
“Busy? With what? What could occupy your time more than being here with your people?”
“First, these are YOUR people. Second, I was working out contract arrangements for YOU, and this Sunday's big night. What, you think the money just rolls in each time you fight, nobody handling it?”
“I…...forgive me Bodhi…..”
“What’s gotten you in a grumpy mood? You bummed out from Sunday still?”
“What is ‘bummed out’?”
“Bummed. Depressed. Sad. Unhappy that you lost.”
“I lost?”
“Yeah dude, how bad a concussion did you get?”
“I do not seem to recall that. I remember beating down a man more gargantuan that Colossus, and then entering the ring to do the same against twelve more men. I do not recall where you saw me ‘lose’.”
“Uh, when you decided to go toe to toe with that giant freak Beanz.”
*Hyperion laughs loudly.*
“Ah yes, Beanz. What an enjoyable adversary. A good fighter, and perhaps a little simple. But I enjoyed my bout. He showed me true spirit.”
“Dude, you lost your briefcase. Lost your chance to get a title shot. Why didn’t you get back into the ring, nothing was stopping you, you had every chance.”
“Bodhi, what lays in a briefcase does not prove anything. I have fought the best of what the AWF have to offer now, and countless others from the XHF. No person has held me down to defeat me by pin fall. I have broken foes in half, carved a path through this company, in no more time that it takes other men to become slightly recognizable. My goal in that battle was not to open some briefcase containing unknown loot, but to show the entire industry what I am capable of…..I am a God, undefeatable by all. They opposed me with their two largest performers, back to back, and I destroyed both. The opposed me with eleven other competitors, and none could hold me down. Bodhi….I am unbeatable.”
“Let’s hope so, this Sunday will be different. You go up against one of the true legends of this place…..Shogun-Tron. He hasn’t been around here for a long time, but his name is in the history books of this place.”
“And where might these history books be stored? In the popcorn stall? Perhaps by the beer-boy, handing out beverages? Maybe, perhaps they store the records of such legends in this village’s only pizza place. His name raised high on the wall, a symbol of praise for those that remember who he used to be.”
“Sarcasm from a God…..what are you getting at?”
“Bodhi, you stand across from a true legend. Not for my shiny armor, or my sharpened trident. But from what those represent. My name is not stored in history books, but it is etched across the stars….the universe. I am Immortal, I am timeless. And I am unstoppable. I believe the paying crowds will enjoy the spectacle of their shiny plastic man, performing flips and jumps. But unfortunately for them, he will have to remain where he is…..as a piece of history, his days of triumph a pleasant memory in their minds.”
“So you think you can beat him?”
*Hyperion shoots her a sideways smirk, and turns to punch the bag some more.”
“Well just don’t go into this match too arrogant, too cocky. This guy is good, and he’s done just as good as you in this tournament. So….y’know, just be careful.”
“Hrmp. Careful….you mean to say be prepared. As I always am.”
“Well good. Make sure of it. You are my money earner now so I don’t want you going around all big-headed, throwing this away for us. What's the deal with Ezriel by the way?”
“Ezriel....the messenger of the night.....he showed that he is capable of standing his ground, and his attempts to intimidate me, or impress me, did not lay well. The AWF placed us side by side for the battle, but for Ezriel to gain a place in my Church, he will need to rely on more than just luck.”
“Will you team with him again soon? Do you want me to set that up?”
“Side by side, or toe to toe, Hyperion will meet Ezriel in the ring once more.”
“Sweet…..oh, by the way, I might not be here for Sunday. I need to handle business in Japan, I have my own match coming up soon.”
“No apologies needed, you may handle your errands.”
“Not apologizing, and not asking….but you’ll be fine here, especially with all these helpers running around now.”
“The help…..I never asked for this, never asked to lead these people, to guide them, to protect them….”
“Protect them? Who needs protection…”
“These people have come to me in search of refuge, seeking help and guidance, looking to find themselves here. The come to me with problems, with fears and worries, asking for me to save them. To remove their darkness and shine light into their lives.”
“Yeah, that's kinda because you have been telling people you are a God, made of pure heavenly light….”
“Do you not see, I have fought countless battles and won wars of heaven and hell. I have done so with soldiers by my side, warriors. Gladiators fearless in the eyes of death. Yet these disciples….these mortals….their lives are toiled with stresses unlike anything I have ever experienced.”
“Well it is 2017 dude, we don’t all worry about whether it’ll be a good harvest this year, or if the foreigners are coming to ruin our country…...actually, I think that's just the south of American…..”
“Bodhi, in order for me to help these people, they need to follow my word, believe in my sayings. Follow the example I set forth for them, and take control of their lives.”
“Yeah, that's what they all want too. You show them how brave you are, show them how courageous and mighty you are, and that inspires them. They don’t want to come here and put their money into a collection plate, or paint your walls. They want you to inspire them and fill them with brimstone! Get them pumped up and go wreck shit!”
“....and that is what I wish for them too…..”
“To be strong and courageous?”
“No…..to ‘wreck shit’, as you put so eloquently.”
“....I don’t follow.”
“I lead by example, I lead by force. These mortals, they are afraid to follow. They are afraid to be overthrown, that they will not be able to achieve their purpose, they they will be engulfed in the flames of defeat. I need them to rise up, and strike down upon those that make them cower!”
“OK, I getcha….not all these people are here to become wrestlers y’know….”
“No, all these people are here to follow me. All these people are here in the Church of Hyperion, to listen to my words. I will only lead these people, if they enact my justice, and take control of their own destiny.”
“OK you are starting to sound cult-y again…”
“I achieved what I desired in life by enacting my own will. I will pass this credence to my people, and show them how to unlock their true paths. One mentioned their have issues with their neighbor…so we will destroy this objectifier. Another has told me he drinks himself almost to death….so I will shake him up in my ring, or he will die from his weakness. And this last story…..this innocent child…..and her sibling……”
“Hype, you’ve got that crazy look in your eye again….just, don't do anything stupid OK? These people are not fighting-machines like you, don’t force them into something they can’t handle. I will be gone for a few days only, and I will be back right after your big match-up. Just…..stay out of trouble.”
“But trouble is my hobby, Bodhi.”
*Hyperion shoots her a playful smirk, unusual for him.*
“OK, officially creeped out. I’m gonna go grab some things, put together a bag….I will catch up with you later before I jet off.”
*Bodhi walks away, leaving Hyperion to go back to his bag once more. He punches and strafes a bit, focusing his attacks. He is interrupted by a whimpering noise, a sound of a small person crying. He looks around but cannot see where the source is….and finds it. By the edge of the ring, a small disciple is kneeled, head lowered to their hands…..and visibly shaking as they cry. Hyperion walks over, unnoticed.*
“You there…..what is the meaning of this audible depression?”
“I….oh no, Mr. Hyperion…..I am sorry, I didn’t mean to annoy you…..I am sorry!”
“Who are you, and why do you come here to whimper?”
“S-sorry…..I came here with my s-sister…...she said we would be safe…..”
“Ugh...enough babbling. Point me to your sister.”
*The small child looks around the room, finally locating her sister on the other side, passing hors d'oeuvres. Hyperion pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.*
“That is your sister…..and from what she tells me, you two have fled your home to join the Church?”
“Y-yes….we like it better here….”
“Or more accurately, you like it better when you're angry alcohol-fuelled father is not around to hurt you?”
*The girl looks up to Hyperion, tears rolling down her face. She is no older that a teen, but her eyes have seen years of misery. Hyperion gains anger and fury in his face the longer he looks upon her.*
“Child, you will work for me today. Stand strong, and go find Bodhi. She is in her quarters. You will help her with her bags, and anything she requires. Keep her occupied for me, until I return.”
“Y-yes…..yes, Lord Hyperion.”
“I am not a Lord anymore. Call me….call me Hyperion.”
*The younger sister runs off to follow Hyperion's orders, while Hyperion crosses the room to the older sister.*
“You….do you fear motorcycles?”
“M-me? No Sir, not at all….”
“Good. Fetch my jacket from the garage, and meet me by my bike outside. I think it is time I paid your father a visit….”
“No! You can’t, you'll kill him!”
“There will be no murders today, only bloodshed. It is time for you to learn the true way of Hyperion’s will.”
*Hyperion walks off towards the exit, as the girl stands solid as stone, watching him. Without turning, he shouts out “NOW!” and she immediately bolsters to the garage. The air has changed in the Church of Hyperion, the man once thought to be nothing more than a criminal, has transpired to a higher plain, to lead his people by example. Many have come forth to honor his words, praise his actions, and fantasize about his life. But few are willing to change their ways to truly become as one with the Mad Titan. Hyperion is not memorized in the stories of old for being a complacent, friendly soul, but a brutish, forceful leader. His body then and his mind now are one and the same, and they will not stand by idly whilst a war is to be fought. These people….mortals….they come forth to see the man described as being ‘immortal’ and imbued with heavenly strength. But they failed to allow themselves to transpire to that same plain. The Church of Hyperion is going to change, the direction of its minds are going to be shifted….for to truly be a part of Hyperion’s world, one must be willing to stand up to adversity and bravely conquer it. From demons to addictions, you stand up and fight….or die trying. That is the way, of Hyperion!*
“....some wine, my Lord?”
“...........”
“Or perhaps, you might fancy a something to eat, something savory?”
“..........”
*In a daze, Hyperion is punching and slamming a boxing bag, hung by the far wall. Some have gathered to watch him, offering praise to his power. Others sit in awe, admiring their God. He does not notice his disciple, offering him a trayful of goods. He throws a heavy discuss punch into the bag, connecting with his follower and the tray of foods she is carrying, sending her sprawling to the floor.*
“What the-...why do you stand so close to me?”
“...........s-sorry, my Lord…..”
“Do you realize you might have been slaughtered just now? Do not approach me whilst in battle-meditation.”
“Y-yes….Lord Hyperion…..my apologies……”
*Another two followers scuttle forward to pick up the fallen foods, one immediately using their robes to soak up the spilled wine. Hyperion looks down on the small lady, being helped to her feet. She is terrified, narrowly avoiding a much more dangerous blow from her liege. He sighs softly, and grabs her forearm, hoisting her up in one effortless pull.*
“My disciple….forgive my frustration. I did not see you approaching...”
“N-no, Lord Hyperion, please. Forgive me! It was rude of me to come so near, to sneak up on you like that. I will clean this up right away, a-and….bring you more, if that is what you wish?”
“No, there is no need….”
*Hyperion cannot help but notice the girl's age- youthful in her looks, bashful in her voice, but timid. Afraid. Almost….terrified.*
“Tell me, what brings you here? When did you become a follower in the Church of Hyperion?”
“I-I…..I came by with my sister, my Lord. Maybe three or four days back. We are new, but….but we want to stay. We want to live under your rule, under your protection….”
“My protection? Hmm, I dare say you are no more than a child?”
“N-no Lord, I am almost twenty-one. My sister is closer to eighteen….please, my Lord...if you will have us….”
“You do not need to call me ‘Lord’, it is true I was a King in my first life, but with my empire far away in time, it is not fair to claim such a title….you may simply call me Hyperion. Now...tell me why two girls, so fresh in their youth, would stray from home to join our church?”
“..............”
“Do not be afraid child, you may speak with me.”
*The young woman looks around her, bashful and afraid to speak in case there may be eavesdropping. Hyperion waves his hands to dismiss those around him, his followers happily dispersing at his command. She leans forward, and whispers something so quietly to him, that only he hears it. His expression grows from concern, to anger, to sorrow.*
“My child….I do not have words that will comfort you, nor words that will change the past. I cannot make empty promises to you now, nor can I swear to uphold what you wish from me. However, you and your sibling are welcome to join us here, for as long as you need. In the meantime, I will be having a word with your father…”
“No, please! He will take us back if you do! He won’t let us stay!”
*Hyperion raises a hand to silence the girl.*
“If you are granted permission to stay, then accept it. Do not bear fear and worry in this house, for this house is built as a shrine to those seeking comfort, solace, strength. If you are to stay here, you must show me true strength, true bravery. For you, and your younger sibling too.”
“But…..yes, Lord Hyperion.”
*He shoots her a stern look.*
“Sorry, yes….Hyperion.”
*Hyperion gives her a small smile, and ushers her along t the other disciples. He takes a moment to think, his hands on his hips. He bows his head, in anger, in frustration. One of his followers approaches him from behind, careful not to get too close this time.*
“Lord Hyperion…..pardon my interruption. Ms. Bodhi is here to see you…”
“Then why are you here speaking with me and not her!”
*Hyperion spins around to see Bodhi standing with the follower, only for Bodhi is on her cellphone. She spots the look on Hyperion's face, and the reaction from his frightened disciple.*
“.....hey dude, I’ll have to call you back...."
*She hangs up.*
“Hype, what the hell!”
“I…..my mind is full of…..anger, right now…..”
*His follower quickly gathers himself, and walks away from the two.*
“Yo, what’s going on buddy? Having a little temper tantrum are ya?”
“Hrmph.”
“Sorry dude, I would have been here sooner, but I was a little busy.”
“Busy? With what? What could occupy your time more than being here with your people?”
“First, these are YOUR people. Second, I was working out contract arrangements for YOU, and this Sunday's big night. What, you think the money just rolls in each time you fight, nobody handling it?”
“I…...forgive me Bodhi…..”
“What’s gotten you in a grumpy mood? You bummed out from Sunday still?”
“What is ‘bummed out’?”
“Bummed. Depressed. Sad. Unhappy that you lost.”
“I lost?”
“Yeah dude, how bad a concussion did you get?”
“I do not seem to recall that. I remember beating down a man more gargantuan that Colossus, and then entering the ring to do the same against twelve more men. I do not recall where you saw me ‘lose’.”
“Uh, when you decided to go toe to toe with that giant freak Beanz.”
*Hyperion laughs loudly.*
“Ah yes, Beanz. What an enjoyable adversary. A good fighter, and perhaps a little simple. But I enjoyed my bout. He showed me true spirit.”
“Dude, you lost your briefcase. Lost your chance to get a title shot. Why didn’t you get back into the ring, nothing was stopping you, you had every chance.”
“Bodhi, what lays in a briefcase does not prove anything. I have fought the best of what the AWF have to offer now, and countless others from the XHF. No person has held me down to defeat me by pin fall. I have broken foes in half, carved a path through this company, in no more time that it takes other men to become slightly recognizable. My goal in that battle was not to open some briefcase containing unknown loot, but to show the entire industry what I am capable of…..I am a God, undefeatable by all. They opposed me with their two largest performers, back to back, and I destroyed both. The opposed me with eleven other competitors, and none could hold me down. Bodhi….I am unbeatable.”
“Let’s hope so, this Sunday will be different. You go up against one of the true legends of this place…..Shogun-Tron. He hasn’t been around here for a long time, but his name is in the history books of this place.”
“And where might these history books be stored? In the popcorn stall? Perhaps by the beer-boy, handing out beverages? Maybe, perhaps they store the records of such legends in this village’s only pizza place. His name raised high on the wall, a symbol of praise for those that remember who he used to be.”
“Sarcasm from a God…..what are you getting at?”
“Bodhi, you stand across from a true legend. Not for my shiny armor, or my sharpened trident. But from what those represent. My name is not stored in history books, but it is etched across the stars….the universe. I am Immortal, I am timeless. And I am unstoppable. I believe the paying crowds will enjoy the spectacle of their shiny plastic man, performing flips and jumps. But unfortunately for them, he will have to remain where he is…..as a piece of history, his days of triumph a pleasant memory in their minds.”
“So you think you can beat him?”
*Hyperion shoots her a sideways smirk, and turns to punch the bag some more.”
“Well just don’t go into this match too arrogant, too cocky. This guy is good, and he’s done just as good as you in this tournament. So….y’know, just be careful.”
“Hrmp. Careful….you mean to say be prepared. As I always am.”
“Well good. Make sure of it. You are my money earner now so I don’t want you going around all big-headed, throwing this away for us. What's the deal with Ezriel by the way?”
“Ezriel....the messenger of the night.....he showed that he is capable of standing his ground, and his attempts to intimidate me, or impress me, did not lay well. The AWF placed us side by side for the battle, but for Ezriel to gain a place in my Church, he will need to rely on more than just luck.”
“Will you team with him again soon? Do you want me to set that up?”
“Side by side, or toe to toe, Hyperion will meet Ezriel in the ring once more.”
“Sweet…..oh, by the way, I might not be here for Sunday. I need to handle business in Japan, I have my own match coming up soon.”
“No apologies needed, you may handle your errands.”
“Not apologizing, and not asking….but you’ll be fine here, especially with all these helpers running around now.”
“The help…..I never asked for this, never asked to lead these people, to guide them, to protect them….”
“Protect them? Who needs protection…”
“These people have come to me in search of refuge, seeking help and guidance, looking to find themselves here. The come to me with problems, with fears and worries, asking for me to save them. To remove their darkness and shine light into their lives.”
“Yeah, that's kinda because you have been telling people you are a God, made of pure heavenly light….”
“Do you not see, I have fought countless battles and won wars of heaven and hell. I have done so with soldiers by my side, warriors. Gladiators fearless in the eyes of death. Yet these disciples….these mortals….their lives are toiled with stresses unlike anything I have ever experienced.”
“Well it is 2017 dude, we don’t all worry about whether it’ll be a good harvest this year, or if the foreigners are coming to ruin our country…...actually, I think that's just the south of American…..”
“Bodhi, in order for me to help these people, they need to follow my word, believe in my sayings. Follow the example I set forth for them, and take control of their lives.”
“Yeah, that's what they all want too. You show them how brave you are, show them how courageous and mighty you are, and that inspires them. They don’t want to come here and put their money into a collection plate, or paint your walls. They want you to inspire them and fill them with brimstone! Get them pumped up and go wreck shit!”
“....and that is what I wish for them too…..”
“To be strong and courageous?”
“No…..to ‘wreck shit’, as you put so eloquently.”
“....I don’t follow.”
“I lead by example, I lead by force. These mortals, they are afraid to follow. They are afraid to be overthrown, that they will not be able to achieve their purpose, they they will be engulfed in the flames of defeat. I need them to rise up, and strike down upon those that make them cower!”
“OK, I getcha….not all these people are here to become wrestlers y’know….”
“No, all these people are here to follow me. All these people are here in the Church of Hyperion, to listen to my words. I will only lead these people, if they enact my justice, and take control of their own destiny.”
“OK you are starting to sound cult-y again…”
“I achieved what I desired in life by enacting my own will. I will pass this credence to my people, and show them how to unlock their true paths. One mentioned their have issues with their neighbor…so we will destroy this objectifier. Another has told me he drinks himself almost to death….so I will shake him up in my ring, or he will die from his weakness. And this last story…..this innocent child…..and her sibling……”
“Hype, you’ve got that crazy look in your eye again….just, don't do anything stupid OK? These people are not fighting-machines like you, don’t force them into something they can’t handle. I will be gone for a few days only, and I will be back right after your big match-up. Just…..stay out of trouble.”
“But trouble is my hobby, Bodhi.”
*Hyperion shoots her a playful smirk, unusual for him.*
“OK, officially creeped out. I’m gonna go grab some things, put together a bag….I will catch up with you later before I jet off.”
*Bodhi walks away, leaving Hyperion to go back to his bag once more. He punches and strafes a bit, focusing his attacks. He is interrupted by a whimpering noise, a sound of a small person crying. He looks around but cannot see where the source is….and finds it. By the edge of the ring, a small disciple is kneeled, head lowered to their hands…..and visibly shaking as they cry. Hyperion walks over, unnoticed.*
“You there…..what is the meaning of this audible depression?”
“I….oh no, Mr. Hyperion…..I am sorry, I didn’t mean to annoy you…..I am sorry!”
“Who are you, and why do you come here to whimper?”
“S-sorry…..I came here with my s-sister…...she said we would be safe…..”
“Ugh...enough babbling. Point me to your sister.”
*The small child looks around the room, finally locating her sister on the other side, passing hors d'oeuvres. Hyperion pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.*
“That is your sister…..and from what she tells me, you two have fled your home to join the Church?”
“Y-yes….we like it better here….”
“Or more accurately, you like it better when you're angry alcohol-fuelled father is not around to hurt you?”
*The girl looks up to Hyperion, tears rolling down her face. She is no older that a teen, but her eyes have seen years of misery. Hyperion gains anger and fury in his face the longer he looks upon her.*
“Child, you will work for me today. Stand strong, and go find Bodhi. She is in her quarters. You will help her with her bags, and anything she requires. Keep her occupied for me, until I return.”
“Y-yes…..yes, Lord Hyperion.”
“I am not a Lord anymore. Call me….call me Hyperion.”
*The younger sister runs off to follow Hyperion's orders, while Hyperion crosses the room to the older sister.*
“You….do you fear motorcycles?”
“M-me? No Sir, not at all….”
“Good. Fetch my jacket from the garage, and meet me by my bike outside. I think it is time I paid your father a visit….”
“No! You can’t, you'll kill him!”
“There will be no murders today, only bloodshed. It is time for you to learn the true way of Hyperion’s will.”
*Hyperion walks off towards the exit, as the girl stands solid as stone, watching him. Without turning, he shouts out “NOW!” and she immediately bolsters to the garage. The air has changed in the Church of Hyperion, the man once thought to be nothing more than a criminal, has transpired to a higher plain, to lead his people by example. Many have come forth to honor his words, praise his actions, and fantasize about his life. But few are willing to change their ways to truly become as one with the Mad Titan. Hyperion is not memorized in the stories of old for being a complacent, friendly soul, but a brutish, forceful leader. His body then and his mind now are one and the same, and they will not stand by idly whilst a war is to be fought. These people….mortals….they come forth to see the man described as being ‘immortal’ and imbued with heavenly strength. But they failed to allow themselves to transpire to that same plain. The Church of Hyperion is going to change, the direction of its minds are going to be shifted….for to truly be a part of Hyperion’s world, one must be willing to stand up to adversity and bravely conquer it. From demons to addictions, you stand up and fight….or die trying. That is the way, of Hyperion!*
