Post by Jimmy Pagan on Jan 27, 2018 13:28:19 GMT -5
A dungeon, cold and damp
That’s where he lurks.
Rats scurry across the floor, seeking shelter in the bones of the lost souls left in this tomb. The sounds of something dripping in the distance. The walls begin to move. A million voices begin to laugh. Black smoke comes from the floor, and the walls begin to bleed. The laughing continues, as the Dark One slowly materializes. He stands there, a blood red smile plastered on his face.
“Iphigenia Medrapedes, your time has come.
And your Ignorance will be your downfall.
A single solitary light floats above the Demonic Messiah. It catches his eye, as that demonic black ooze fals from his mouth. He salivates at the thought of snuffing out another light in this world.
His breathing gross heavy, his body materializes, we see the shadow of Nite Stalker’s true form for merely a second.
A beast…
With multiple heads, and horns.
But the shadows protect it from full visibility. The monstrous shape devours the solitary light… and for a moment all hope is again lost.
Laughing he returns to his earthly form, his dastardly smirk shimmers with the decaying light still in side of him. That wolf licks his chop as he continues.
“No, Iphigenia.
That’s why they don’t tell the lamb
He sees the cleavers, and the instruments of your demise on the wall
He gnashes his fangs at the camera. Nite Stalker begins to sway, dancing back and forth. As he does, his maniacal laughter fills the room. It engulfs everything. It even seems like the rats and the skeletons behind him are laughing. Images start to appear. Dark images.
We see Nite Stalker sharpening his cleavers. His instruments of destruction flashing back and forth. The grindstone sparking, as the mad look in his eyes speaks every word that he could not. Again, he begins to laugh more.
The scene transitions back and forth from him grinding his knife, to him dancing in the dungeon.
Back and forth the images go
He rises from the wheel.
Again they move back and forth faster now.
Back and forth again, as he gets closer to a table.
Back and forth
He raises his cleaver.
Everything stops, and it engulfs in darkness. We hear the cleaver cut something. A little piece of paper floats down to the ground. It hits the ground.
We see the picture of Iphigenia Medrapedes, with a red cross on her face. The scene fades to black.
That’s where he lurks.
Rats scurry across the floor, seeking shelter in the bones of the lost souls left in this tomb. The sounds of something dripping in the distance. The walls begin to move. A million voices begin to laugh. Black smoke comes from the floor, and the walls begin to bleed. The laughing continues, as the Dark One slowly materializes. He stands there, a blood red smile plastered on his face.
“Iphigenia Medrapedes, your time has come.
Your time has come little lamb
To meet the Butcher in the Slaughterhouse.
Still so young. So full of innocence and purity.
Still hobbling around, trying to understand the world.
You dance along the pastors with the herd.
Unaware of your predicament
But your innocence is merely ignoranceAnd your Ignorance will be your downfall.
Yes, little one.
Your fleece is still so white
Still so clean
But does that stop the butcher, little lamb?
Does his cleaver stop yearningMerely because the lamb doesn’t understand
That her day of reckoning is upon her?”
A single solitary light floats above the Demonic Messiah. It catches his eye, as that demonic black ooze fals from his mouth. He salivates at the thought of snuffing out another light in this world.
His breathing gross heavy, his body materializes, we see the shadow of Nite Stalker’s true form for merely a second.
A beast…
With multiple heads, and horns.
But the shadows protect it from full visibility. The monstrous shape devours the solitary light… and for a moment all hope is again lost.
Laughing he returns to his earthly form, his dastardly smirk shimmers with the decaying light still in side of him. That wolf licks his chop as he continues.
“No, Iphigenia.
The innocence and the purity of the lamb does not save it
From the slaughter.
In fact it only makes the meat sweeter.
The elder sheep know this.That’s why they don’t tell the lamb
They tell they little lamb that the butcher is but a man
A farmer who protects his flock
A Savior of sorts.
But they already know their truth.
They know what happens in his house.
They know what happens when the smoke is coming out of the chimney
They know that they are about to meet the end of their road
And whether they are ready for the blade or not
They know that the butcher has sharpened his blade
And that nothing will stay his hand.
The elder sheep in the flock know thereAs does your guide.
He knows that on this day, you don’t face “just a man”
He knows that everything he says is to comfort you
As you enter the smokehouse.He sees the cleavers, and the instruments of your demise on the wall
And the only thing he can do is try to protect your innocence
Your ignorance.Your so called friend thinks he can protect you from reality
Because he himself can’t quite comprehend just what I am.
Am I a zombie?
A monster?
A Man?A Maniac?
A Demon?The Devil?
The only thing Jason Bishop does know
Is that I am the man at the Chopping block
I am the wielder of the knife that yearns for your bodyI am the maestro of your malicious end
And the only thing your loved ones can doIs tell you not to worry.
For it will be over soon.”
He gnashes his fangs at the camera. Nite Stalker begins to sway, dancing back and forth. As he does, his maniacal laughter fills the room. It engulfs everything. It even seems like the rats and the skeletons behind him are laughing. Images start to appear. Dark images.
We see Nite Stalker sharpening his cleavers. His instruments of destruction flashing back and forth. The grindstone sparking, as the mad look in his eyes speaks every word that he could not. Again, he begins to laugh more.
The scene transitions back and forth from him grinding his knife, to him dancing in the dungeon.
Back and forth the images go
He rises from the wheel.
Again they move back and forth faster now.
Back and forth again, as he gets closer to a table.
Back and forth
He raises his cleaver.
Everything stops, and it engulfs in darkness. We hear the cleaver cut something. A little piece of paper floats down to the ground. It hits the ground.
We see the picture of Iphigenia Medrapedes, with a red cross on her face. The scene fades to black.
