Post by Jimmy Pagan on Apr 19, 2018 8:55:27 GMT -5
That familiar place appears. The place place your parents have always told you not to go. It’s the place where all your anger and hatred lurk, and all of your insecurities dwell. This place, dark and damp, is where he lives. This place, cruel and uncertain, is where he thrives.
Through the darkness, there is a light. It tempts you to come closer. It is the only source of warmth and vibrance in this eternal night, but sadly it is a trap. It’s a gateway to something far more devious and dark. It is the bridge between just pure darkness, and the obsidian black of the abyss. This light leads you to a gateway of his kingdom, and directs you to the throne of the most heinous one. This is where he sits, watching all of those he has deceived, and led astray. His disgusting face is revealed to us all.
The Nite Stalker.
He snears, as he begins.
“Congratulations are in order, Austen and James
His long boney fingers spread out, as he begins to tap his fingers to the arms of his ghostly throne. The beat sounds like a heartbeat, as he continues on with his speech.
“You see boys, long ago, there were two brothers.
His blood red eyes flicker with a sense of excitement. He silently begins to snicker, the way a snake does when it finds a sleeping mouse. The laughter grows, as it seems to come from the walls, the floor, and the ceiling, rather than his devilish mouth. This head begins to twitch as he continues.
“Before they even knew what had happened
I took his soul, and imprisoned it in the moon
Then I took his skin, and blanketed the moon with it
So my children could praise the trophy as it is rises.
Practically floating in air, he stands, that demonic, soul stealing grin upon his face. His body seems to twitch, as if something darker inside of him tries to break free, but he is able to hold it back. All of his veins pop, and his eyes go from red to soulless black, as this stronger energy surges through him. Nite Stalker’s voice, the voice of Legion, seems to have multiplied, and deepened now.
He takes his first step away from his throne, as everything around begins to melt in a distorted way. The walls of his castle seem to bleed, and the floors seem to burn around his feet.
“Tell me, great heroes
And usher in a new era in West Coast Genesis
The castle is already half dissolved by now. The roof begins to cave in on Nite Stalker, but he is completely unphased by the destruction ensuing behind him. He licks his lips with his grotesque, reptilian like, tongue, and it leaves a black fluid all over his face.
“It all starts, just as it always has,
He steps out of his castle door, and drops to his knees. He cackles maniacally, as he stands before hell and all that is forsaken. His Castle continues to deteriorate, as his laugh becomes laugh, and more distorted. His jaw seems to unhinge, as the monstrosity inside of him begins to reveal it self. As his skin and bones begin to slowly sag, his body consumes itself and he as well as all of the surrounding area vanishes.
We are left in that dark place again. Where there is no light, no hope, and no salvation.
Through the darkness, there is a light. It tempts you to come closer. It is the only source of warmth and vibrance in this eternal night, but sadly it is a trap. It’s a gateway to something far more devious and dark. It is the bridge between just pure darkness, and the obsidian black of the abyss. This light leads you to a gateway of his kingdom, and directs you to the throne of the most heinous one. This is where he sits, watching all of those he has deceived, and led astray. His disgusting face is revealed to us all.
The Nite Stalker.
He snears, as he begins.
“Congratulations are in order, Austen and James
For you to have decided that you will walk into my world
United by a common bond
In order to defeat me
Because you two still think that you are fighting something material
You still think that I am merely something you can beat, and I will leave forever
Like some humble folklore of ancient timesYou still think that I am merely something you can beat, and I will leave forever
However, I transcend those times
I have survived for eons, with heroes greater than yourselves attempting similar feats.
Yet here I am
And where are they?
Where are your heroes and saviors now?
Now that their myths have proven to be false
And their triumphs to be nothing more than fool’s goldWhere are your heroes, Austen?
Where are your heroes, James?”
His long boney fingers spread out, as he begins to tap his fingers to the arms of his ghostly throne. The beat sounds like a heartbeat, as he continues on with his speech.
“You see boys, long ago, there were two brothers.
Their village had be scorned by my people
And their families were sacrificed to me.
They filled their hearts with false courage and redemption
While deep inside, their hate and thirst for vengeance grew.
They trained their entire lives, hoping to become great warriors
So that they may walk into my domainAnd avenge their loved ones.
They fought monsterKilled demons
making it all the way to my door steps.
They demanded to face me and battle.
They too took me as something human
And just like you two are now
The two heroes were horribly
Wrong.
I answered their call to battle.
I stood before them, ready to give them a chance.”
His blood red eyes flicker with a sense of excitement. He silently begins to snicker, the way a snake does when it finds a sleeping mouse. The laughter grows, as it seems to come from the walls, the floor, and the ceiling, rather than his devilish mouth. This head begins to twitch as he continues.
“Before they even knew what had happened
I was already victorious.
I decapitated one brother
and tore holes in the skin of the other.I took the headless one, and I through his soul into the sun,
so that his failures can be cast upon man for eternity
Then I took the leper, and tore his flesh from his bones.I took his soul, and imprisoned it in the moon
Then I took his skin, and blanketed the moon with it
So my children could praise the trophy as it is rises.
These brothers failed, just like you two will fail.
Yet you are still so sure that this
Inevitable destruction by the one thing
You have yet to conquerIs what you want your legacy to be recognized as?”
Practically floating in air, he stands, that demonic, soul stealing grin upon his face. His body seems to twitch, as if something darker inside of him tries to break free, but he is able to hold it back. All of his veins pop, and his eyes go from red to soulless black, as this stronger energy surges through him. Nite Stalker’s voice, the voice of Legion, seems to have multiplied, and deepened now.
He takes his first step away from his throne, as everything around begins to melt in a distorted way. The walls of his castle seem to bleed, and the floors seem to burn around his feet.
“Tell me, great heroes
Tell me the future you two think beholds you
Tell me that everything you’ve dealt with will be finished with after Crossroads
Tell me all of the lies that you tell everyone else
So that you two can feel like heroes again.
We all know that feeling won’t last very long.
You see the instruments of demise on the walls
You know you wander towards to my altar
And that every step you take is a step closerTo being the lambs slain at my feet
So that I may rise to my truest formAnd usher in a new era in West Coast Genesis
An era, where heroes are no longer celebrated
And the one true reality is lived by all.
At Crossroads: EscalationThe darkest days will come upon you
James Pridmore and Austen BlackwellAs well as anyone that think that the facade you two represent
Is anything more than a fable made by liars and snakes.”
The castle is already half dissolved by now. The roof begins to cave in on Nite Stalker, but he is completely unphased by the destruction ensuing behind him. He licks his lips with his grotesque, reptilian like, tongue, and it leaves a black fluid all over his face.
“It all starts, just as it always has,
And ends just as it always has.
With two foolish boys, who claim they are saviors
Trying to challenge the fates
Only to find out the one solemn truth
GodsDon’t
Bleed.
HeroesDo!”
He steps out of his castle door, and drops to his knees. He cackles maniacally, as he stands before hell and all that is forsaken. His Castle continues to deteriorate, as his laugh becomes laugh, and more distorted. His jaw seems to unhinge, as the monstrosity inside of him begins to reveal it self. As his skin and bones begin to slowly sag, his body consumes itself and he as well as all of the surrounding area vanishes.
We are left in that dark place again. Where there is no light, no hope, and no salvation.