Post by Jimmy Pagan on Mar 24, 2018 15:13:15 GMT -5
A fire burns in the pitch black that surrounds. It is the only source of light, and as the flames dance, the shadows of what hide in that obsidian cloak dance with it. Great beast and monsters lurk, as the flame continues to burn brighter. Their growls and calls a=can be heard in the distance, as the monsters grow more ravenous, waiting for the fire to go out. As the shroud of blackness battles back, against the light, their is a most heinous noise made. It is neither the cry of a beast, nor the growl of a monster.
It is the cackle of the Nite Stalker.
The beasts scurry away from the sound, as the shadows freeze. The fire seems to slow its burn, as to not be snuffed by the demonic presence closing in on it. The sound of cloven hooves hitting the ground are heard, as his feet enter the light, then his torso, and finally, his devilish face. The Nite Stalker stands in the light, with his godless sneer painted upon his face. He begins to chuckle ominously.
"There was once a great hunter.
It is the cackle of the Nite Stalker.
The beasts scurry away from the sound, as the shadows freeze. The fire seems to slow its burn, as to not be snuffed by the demonic presence closing in on it. The sound of cloven hooves hitting the ground are heard, as his feet enter the light, then his torso, and finally, his devilish face. The Nite Stalker stands in the light, with his godless sneer painted upon his face. He begins to chuckle ominously.
"There was once a great hunter.
He was a giant among the men of his times, and he immense strength gave him his skill.
The great hunter would hunt with deities from all religions
For even they knew he was the greatest hunter in the world
From animals to monsters, no game was too big for the great hunter.
He made claim that he would kill at least one of every creature on earth
merely to prove that he was the best among all of the sentient beings of the world
He challenged every man, every god, and every anthropomorphic being that could slay prey
Asking them to join him, if they thought they were good enough.
But even the moon rejected his call for the hunt.
For they knew that the task was too large for even the gods to complete.
So the great hunter set out, killing the most ferocious beasts he could find
Unknowingly upsetting the Earth itself
He killed of of the Earth's lovely creatures
Which angered her deeply.
So she sent out the most deadly of her children to take down the hunter.
To the Earth's dismay, each of her assassins failed to end the Great Hunter.
So she asked upon the power of something much darker than her. She asked upon the Abyss itself
The child of Earth and Oblivion appeared in the form of a giant scorpion.
The hunter and the scorpion did battle, as both were of great strengths.
However, the toxins from the scorpion's sting proved to be too strong for the hunter.
The great hunter died, and the Earth rejoiced.
The deities looked down upon the dead hunter, and wept.
The Earth claimed her prize, and mounted his body in the stars
So that she can forever look into the sky and marvel that she was truly the greatest hunter
And that the Abyss was her greatest weapon."
His eyes widened, as his sneer grows to an eerily toothy grin. He walks closer to the fire, his darkness making a pathway for the beasts in the shadows to get nearer, but they are still to afraid of the being that stands before them. Slowly they creep in, as Nite Stalker grabs up the fire, and coddles it like an infant.
"Jason Hunter, you are a man of a generation long forgotten.
"Jason Hunter, you are a man of a generation long forgotten.
You sit, and you wait for predators to come around
Because for you, they are all still prey.
But what happens, dear boy, when you become the hunted.
What happens when your allegiances with gods and heroes falter
And your traps prove to be inadequate.
You've been so close before.
So close to catching that ultimate prize.
You've claimed that one day, you will be among the greats
Just like the destroyers you ideolize
However, just like your idols, who have fallen from their graces
You too will find yourself in the trap of a much mightier hunter.
Do you not hear the hounds howling as they grow closer to you.
Do you not see the spikes coming ever closer as you fall
Deeper an deeper into the pit of your own demise?
Deeper an deeper into the pit of your own demise?
You blindly follow the gold you hunt, but are unable to see it is all bate.
I am the great scorpion.
I am the hounds of Zoroff
I am the hounds of Zoroff
And you will meet your final comeuppance."
He takes his long black claws, and strokes the fire as the beast grow ever towards it. He takes his hand over the infant flame, and places his hand over it.
"I will snuff out your fire, Jason Hunter
He takes his long black claws, and strokes the fire as the beast grow ever towards it. He takes his hand over the infant flame, and places his hand over it.
"I will snuff out your fire, Jason Hunter
And I will plays you in my trophy case
Just like how the Earth place the great hunter in the sky.
I will you out, just like the game you are
And I will devour you, as I have done to scores before you.
You think you are the huntsman
You think you are the destroyer of West Coast Genesis
You think you are the destroyer of West Coast Genesis
You are merely a rat
stuck in my trap
and tonight
The trap will spring
And you will be mine."
The fire is suffocated, and as the last dying ember goes out, the beasts in the shadows jump, leaping at the flame, devouring it whole. We can hear the cackle of Nite Stalker one last time, as the darkness consumes everything, and everything goes to black.
