Post by Nicholas Carson on Aug 5, 2013 21:24:26 GMT -4
Lizzie Morna stands at a backstage corridor door that has "The Nephilim" adorned on it in stained blood. The lady looks apprehensive about what lurks beyond, yet is determined to get the big scoop. She looks to knock but finds the door is already cracked open a little bit so she slips part of her body inside. What befalls her eyes is a sight she never wanted to see. Carson is sitting on a throne that appears to be made out of human bones and skulls, and knelt before him in naked servitude is Helena Ring, the former People's Princess. Lizzie's jaw gapes as she continues to watch Helena hob Nicky's knob. What she should have done is run. The Dark Court seemingly appear out of the shadows and grab her by the arms, pulling her in and slamming the door shut behind them. As anybody would do, Morna screams, and the Dark Court screams back at her with authority. For a few seconds the screaming match intensifies until Carson himself slings his sex slave away from him and stands up.
"SILENCE IN THE REALM!"
Everyone shuts up and stops. He sits back down and motions for the Dark Court to release her. They oblige but keep trained eyes on her as she trembles forward slowly.
"Come my darling. Do not be afraid. If I wanted to harm you I would have by now. You seek answers, yes?"
She reaches him and nods, not having the courage yet to muster a voice behind it. Nasty Nick flashes her a nice smile, one that for once isn't dominated with evil intentions, and motions for her to speak up.
"I.. um... I'm so so sorry for interrupting. I just needed a few words with you about this Nephilim stuff and your thoughts about the earth shattering defeat of Vladimir Strife last week at the hands of Rhaps. I know you have a past with both men."
Nicholas scoffs at her question, waving it off with a dismissive hand as the Dark Court laugh sinisterly.
"There's nothing earth shattering about beating a dead horse, Lizzie, but I'll send out a congrats to Rhaps anyway. Fuck you, Rhaps. There's your congrats. Lizzie, the north remembers and so do I. I remember the knife Rhaps plunged into my back so many years ago and there is a blood score that needs to be settled because of it. He and I will settle it at my leisure. Until then we will continue to reveal the glory that is the Nephilim. Apparently you did not do research aside from the wisdom we shared with the world last week, so allow time for further guidance."
The Dark Court closes in to her from opposing sides, scaring the shit out of her. Chris speaks first as his brother playfully runs a finger down her healthy looking jugular.
"The Nephilim roamed the earth and showed man how to make war, how to use tools, how to be better. They were here before the flood and after, meaning that not even God himself was able to wash them away. They were a lot like the men and woman you see here right now. We are here to show mankind a better way. The world is so hell bent on the false notion of heroes that it has gotten out of hand. You actually have citizens dressing up as their favorite heroes and going out to fight crime. In their warped minds they actually think they have super powers. They think they can make a difference. But guess what happens when someone pulls a knife on them and guts them or pulls a gun and blasts them away? They get hurt or die. Only then do they realize their folly but it's usually too late for them. It doesn't have to be that way, right brother?"
Lizzie flinches and whimpers some as Lee Pyro slides his tongue up and down her jugular for a second.
"That's right. We are going to exterminate all heroes in this promotion and beyond to prove what we say is true. There is no such thing as heroes. None of you will ever be as good as what truly lies beneath the phony facade you parade around in to fit the social norms. Even those that are looked down upon as rebels are lost, for even they are trying to fit in to a certain genre. We fit no genre because we are above all genre. We have unlocked true freedom, and it didn't come from the barrel of a gun or a piece of paper that a bunch of rebels wrote up 237 years ago. True freedom always has been and always will be within yourselves. We are animals by nature and it's about time we all acted like it."
Tears start to roll down Lizzie's cheeks.
"Okay, I understand. Thank you for your time. Can I go now? Will you please tell your...umm...umm...minions? To.."
Nicky grabs her by the throat and angrily lifts her into the air.
"They are not minions. You see Helena Ring there?"
He turns her toward the woman. As she had been since Lizzie started talking, Helena is bowing up and down in worship of the Lord of Lunacy and repeatedly speaking great things of him.
"That is a minion. You don't see the Dark Court bowing to me do you? You don't see them bathing me or feeding me grapes do you? The only reason I sit on a throne of bones is because it is befitting the Artist of Atrocities. Lee Pyro sleeps in a coffin; that's his thing. Chris does whatever the hell a Dark Jester does. They are equals."
Nicky releases her and Lee pats her on the head like a dog and takes a long look at her neck again.
"Can we keep her guys?"
Chris and Nick shake their heads no. Lizzie will come in handy later. Carson waves her away, not needing to verbalize the interview as being over. She wastes no time and rushing for the door, but as she gets to it and opens it a nail shot from Carson's infamous weapon slams into her right butt cheek. The lovely lady falls into the hallway screaming for help and begins to elbow crawl herself away.
EOT
"SILENCE IN THE REALM!"
Everyone shuts up and stops. He sits back down and motions for the Dark Court to release her. They oblige but keep trained eyes on her as she trembles forward slowly.
"Come my darling. Do not be afraid. If I wanted to harm you I would have by now. You seek answers, yes?"
She reaches him and nods, not having the courage yet to muster a voice behind it. Nasty Nick flashes her a nice smile, one that for once isn't dominated with evil intentions, and motions for her to speak up.
"I.. um... I'm so so sorry for interrupting. I just needed a few words with you about this Nephilim stuff and your thoughts about the earth shattering defeat of Vladimir Strife last week at the hands of Rhaps. I know you have a past with both men."
Nicholas scoffs at her question, waving it off with a dismissive hand as the Dark Court laugh sinisterly.
"There's nothing earth shattering about beating a dead horse, Lizzie, but I'll send out a congrats to Rhaps anyway. Fuck you, Rhaps. There's your congrats. Lizzie, the north remembers and so do I. I remember the knife Rhaps plunged into my back so many years ago and there is a blood score that needs to be settled because of it. He and I will settle it at my leisure. Until then we will continue to reveal the glory that is the Nephilim. Apparently you did not do research aside from the wisdom we shared with the world last week, so allow time for further guidance."
The Dark Court closes in to her from opposing sides, scaring the shit out of her. Chris speaks first as his brother playfully runs a finger down her healthy looking jugular.
"The Nephilim roamed the earth and showed man how to make war, how to use tools, how to be better. They were here before the flood and after, meaning that not even God himself was able to wash them away. They were a lot like the men and woman you see here right now. We are here to show mankind a better way. The world is so hell bent on the false notion of heroes that it has gotten out of hand. You actually have citizens dressing up as their favorite heroes and going out to fight crime. In their warped minds they actually think they have super powers. They think they can make a difference. But guess what happens when someone pulls a knife on them and guts them or pulls a gun and blasts them away? They get hurt or die. Only then do they realize their folly but it's usually too late for them. It doesn't have to be that way, right brother?"
Lizzie flinches and whimpers some as Lee Pyro slides his tongue up and down her jugular for a second.
"That's right. We are going to exterminate all heroes in this promotion and beyond to prove what we say is true. There is no such thing as heroes. None of you will ever be as good as what truly lies beneath the phony facade you parade around in to fit the social norms. Even those that are looked down upon as rebels are lost, for even they are trying to fit in to a certain genre. We fit no genre because we are above all genre. We have unlocked true freedom, and it didn't come from the barrel of a gun or a piece of paper that a bunch of rebels wrote up 237 years ago. True freedom always has been and always will be within yourselves. We are animals by nature and it's about time we all acted like it."
Tears start to roll down Lizzie's cheeks.
"Okay, I understand. Thank you for your time. Can I go now? Will you please tell your...umm...umm...minions? To.."
Nicky grabs her by the throat and angrily lifts her into the air.
"They are not minions. You see Helena Ring there?"
He turns her toward the woman. As she had been since Lizzie started talking, Helena is bowing up and down in worship of the Lord of Lunacy and repeatedly speaking great things of him.
"That is a minion. You don't see the Dark Court bowing to me do you? You don't see them bathing me or feeding me grapes do you? The only reason I sit on a throne of bones is because it is befitting the Artist of Atrocities. Lee Pyro sleeps in a coffin; that's his thing. Chris does whatever the hell a Dark Jester does. They are equals."
Nicky releases her and Lee pats her on the head like a dog and takes a long look at her neck again.
"Can we keep her guys?"
Chris and Nick shake their heads no. Lizzie will come in handy later. Carson waves her away, not needing to verbalize the interview as being over. She wastes no time and rushing for the door, but as she gets to it and opens it a nail shot from Carson's infamous weapon slams into her right butt cheek. The lovely lady falls into the hallway screaming for help and begins to elbow crawl herself away.
EOT
