Post by Famine of the Vile on Dec 4, 2020 10:39:26 GMT -5
Flashbacks. Visions of his former beloved and of his son. Images that have remained in his head ever since he lost them and lost himself. He made a deal with the devil but part of his soul, the good part, still remains. Not enough of it remains to change him back to his old ways but there is enough to remind him he is still human and that no matter how dark you become, there is still some good inside. But that won’t be enough to overcome the absolutely pure darkness that consumes him night in and night out.
His thirst and hunger for death and destruction is too strong. It calls to him. Beckons him to partake. To drown in the blood of the fallen and sacrificed. For over a decade, many have stood tall and tried. Some have taken him to the limit. Some have beaten him. But none have ever put him away. They have all paid the price for what they have done. And after a long hiatus, he has awakened from his slumber. The moment needed to be right. The time needed to be perfect. And what better way to return than during a pandemic?! Oh brother pestilence how grateful I am to thee for this opportunity. The moment has come for me to unleash my own brand of death and destruction. They don’t see it! They don’t know or understand. Their minds are too feeble to comprehend the chaos that is about to be unleashed. But they will. Yes….They will!
The Vile One
The camera fades in from black to a room completely dark except for a single candle over on the left in the corner. It sits on top of an old wooden table that has seen better days. Cobwebs, dust and a few bugs crawling around. A scene that resembles your typical horror movie cabin where the killer is about to make his entrance with a dead body in tow.
The door opens now as the camera pans over to see a shadow on the floor. The only light other than the candle is the moon. It shines brightly this night and is high enough that with the door open, it now brings more light into the room as we see it is in fact a cabin. Old, dusty, blood on the walls and a wolf’s head mounted but looking like it can fall over at any moment. The shadowy figure walks in, leaving the door open and stops in front of the camera. We do not see his face but he begins to speak.
They all talk a good game. Some don’t bother talking at all. The ones that don’t talk are too afraid to tell you that. The ones that do talk, want you to believe that they’ve got what it takes. That they will be the one standing tall at the end of the night when the truth is, they are saying this so THEY can believe it. So THEY can make themselves feel better because they know they don’t stand a chance. But that, is the nature of this business. To intimidate. To talk trash. To try to get into the mind of their opponent in order to gain a mental advantage.
You are wasting your time if you think that will work with me. Nothing you can say or do will affect me in any way, shape or form. You think you know Chaos? You think you can dish it back a hundred fold? Do you have any idea who I am?! I am the beast that has ascended out of that bottomless pit called hell. I will wreak havoc and overcome you and anyone else that gets in my way. All of you will lay before me, motionless, beaten, broken and bruised. You think you know what fear is? You think you know what true pain is? You will. When you look into my eyes you will see darkness. Pitch black darkness that will be seared into your mind forever.
Do not take me lightly Leon Roberts. I know a fraud when I see one. As for Lexi. Where are you Lexi? Did you see what you’re up against and decide to run away? Did you have a flashback to when you were just a child and saw me in your closet or under your bed? Yes. I am the demon that waits for you to go to sleep at night before I take your soul. I am the darkness that creeps in every corner just waiting to strike. Every fear, every nightmare, every time you feel that cold breeze that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. That’s me!
Monday night, your screams and pain will be like poetry that feeds my soul. Your blood will flow and I will drink from the chalice of death in delight as I watch your carcasses get hauled off while I stand in the ring victorious. Your words mean nothing to me. What I want is to see your actions. Are you what you say you are? Or what you think you are?
He now turns to the camera and we see that it’s none other than Famine of the Vile (if you didn’t already know). His eyes white as sheets, blood dripping from his head and an evil smirk on his face.
Don’t question my name. Don’t doubt the truth behind who I am. The great Sun Tzu said “who wishes to fight must first count the cost.” So tell me Leon. Since Lexi is irrelevant at this point, do you know the cost of wanting to get into a fight with me? Do you understand what’s going to happen to you when all is said and done? I hope you do. If you’re smart you’ll walk away. If you’re not, you will live to regret that.
The Demon King is here. Darkness has returned. The devil awakened. The clock is ticking!
Famine then walks away from the camera and out the door. The scene fades to black as he closes the door behind him.
His thirst and hunger for death and destruction is too strong. It calls to him. Beckons him to partake. To drown in the blood of the fallen and sacrificed. For over a decade, many have stood tall and tried. Some have taken him to the limit. Some have beaten him. But none have ever put him away. They have all paid the price for what they have done. And after a long hiatus, he has awakened from his slumber. The moment needed to be right. The time needed to be perfect. And what better way to return than during a pandemic?! Oh brother pestilence how grateful I am to thee for this opportunity. The moment has come for me to unleash my own brand of death and destruction. They don’t see it! They don’t know or understand. Their minds are too feeble to comprehend the chaos that is about to be unleashed. But they will. Yes….They will!
The Vile One
The camera fades in from black to a room completely dark except for a single candle over on the left in the corner. It sits on top of an old wooden table that has seen better days. Cobwebs, dust and a few bugs crawling around. A scene that resembles your typical horror movie cabin where the killer is about to make his entrance with a dead body in tow.
The door opens now as the camera pans over to see a shadow on the floor. The only light other than the candle is the moon. It shines brightly this night and is high enough that with the door open, it now brings more light into the room as we see it is in fact a cabin. Old, dusty, blood on the walls and a wolf’s head mounted but looking like it can fall over at any moment. The shadowy figure walks in, leaving the door open and stops in front of the camera. We do not see his face but he begins to speak.
They all talk a good game. Some don’t bother talking at all. The ones that don’t talk are too afraid to tell you that. The ones that do talk, want you to believe that they’ve got what it takes. That they will be the one standing tall at the end of the night when the truth is, they are saying this so THEY can believe it. So THEY can make themselves feel better because they know they don’t stand a chance. But that, is the nature of this business. To intimidate. To talk trash. To try to get into the mind of their opponent in order to gain a mental advantage.
You are wasting your time if you think that will work with me. Nothing you can say or do will affect me in any way, shape or form. You think you know Chaos? You think you can dish it back a hundred fold? Do you have any idea who I am?! I am the beast that has ascended out of that bottomless pit called hell. I will wreak havoc and overcome you and anyone else that gets in my way. All of you will lay before me, motionless, beaten, broken and bruised. You think you know what fear is? You think you know what true pain is? You will. When you look into my eyes you will see darkness. Pitch black darkness that will be seared into your mind forever.
Do not take me lightly Leon Roberts. I know a fraud when I see one. As for Lexi. Where are you Lexi? Did you see what you’re up against and decide to run away? Did you have a flashback to when you were just a child and saw me in your closet or under your bed? Yes. I am the demon that waits for you to go to sleep at night before I take your soul. I am the darkness that creeps in every corner just waiting to strike. Every fear, every nightmare, every time you feel that cold breeze that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. That’s me!
Monday night, your screams and pain will be like poetry that feeds my soul. Your blood will flow and I will drink from the chalice of death in delight as I watch your carcasses get hauled off while I stand in the ring victorious. Your words mean nothing to me. What I want is to see your actions. Are you what you say you are? Or what you think you are?
He now turns to the camera and we see that it’s none other than Famine of the Vile (if you didn’t already know). His eyes white as sheets, blood dripping from his head and an evil smirk on his face.
Don’t question my name. Don’t doubt the truth behind who I am. The great Sun Tzu said “who wishes to fight must first count the cost.” So tell me Leon. Since Lexi is irrelevant at this point, do you know the cost of wanting to get into a fight with me? Do you understand what’s going to happen to you when all is said and done? I hope you do. If you’re smart you’ll walk away. If you’re not, you will live to regret that.
The Demon King is here. Darkness has returned. The devil awakened. The clock is ticking!
Famine then walks away from the camera and out the door. The scene fades to black as he closes the door behind him.
