Post by cronus on Feb 20, 2015 7:54:00 GMT -4
The room in truth was little more than a rundown shack. The wooden panels that combined to form the walls were rotting. There was no flash carpet or marble flooring, as he padded across the ground his bare feet were entrenched in mud. Mud is the essence of the Earth, the true flooring of any Hounfour.
The sands of time wait for no man, nor does man stand still waiting for the dark abyss to swallow him whole. The Cajun witch doctor stood over the bloody carcass, his hands deep inside looking for the beast’s heart. The heart is a magical thing among his kind, while it gives life to those who walk the earth, it can also take it away in an instant.
This heart was sacred; the creature he was now rummaging around in had served him well throughout the years, accompanying him in all his travels. Lafayette knew it was time to move on; he needed a new servant, a soul to bend to his will. He had crossed paths with Cronus a few months back when he was traveling across the snow covered mountains in the heart of Scandinavia.
In truth it was a weird place for a witch doctor from Louisiana to find himself and yet there he was beast in tow. The blood had shown him a great power located in these mountains, one that would help him conquer all that stood before him. Just as he was about to give up, he came across the behemoth trapped under a boulder. It was that day that Lafayette saved Cronus from the path of the fallen and showed him the way of the blood.
-Lafayette De Bourg-
“Fear not the night, for in darkness child there is knowledge. Know that in strength there is weakness for you cannot defend against the arrogance of man. “
It was time for Cronus to embrace the way of the blood, up until now he had followed Lafayette’s teachings now he would receive the final sacrament that would bond the two of them for life. The scent of lavender flirted with the stench of death that filled the room. Only a few sporadic candles provided light around the dark altar where Lafayette was working. Finally he retrieved the organ, pulling his hands free from the chest cavity and turned towards the Scandinavian giant. Cronus was kneeling but at the side of the altar with his head lowered awaiting further instructions.
-Lafayette De Bourg-
“You have escaped your past child, leaving behind all that you once knew. That which made you weak is behind you, you are free from frivolous relationships. No longer shall you walk this plane using the name that those mortals gave you, from now and until the day you transcend to the realm of blood you shall be known as Cronus. For you are the titan of which Greeks once told stories.”
Lafayette holds the heart above the barbarian’s head for a moment allowing the blood to trickle over his forehead. His fingers slip deep into the flesh of the organ ripping it asunder causing the access blood to spill forth from the wound. Cronus opens his mouth and drinks the crimson liquid as it finds its way into his mouth. This was the culmination of his life’s journey, while once he had walked the path of man working 9-5 praying to God’s that never existed.
Those God’s were merely the rambling tales of opium addled false prophets attempting to lure men in by using their insecurities against them. In truth it was a simple task, for years men and women had been using confidence tricks against one another for profit. Lafayette dragged the heart across Cronus’ muscular chest; this was to symbolize the union of the newly christened Viking and the fallen follower of the blood.
-Lafayette De Bourg-
-Lafayette De Bourg-
“Where there was once two, let there be one. Arise Cronus and embrace the shadows of your heart for you are now complete. Bondye shall be your council, while Loa will guide your hand in your earthly journey.”
Lafayette took a few steps back, placing the remains of the heart into a bowl; no doubt he would have further use for the organ. Cronus rose from his standing position and gazed at the witch doctor; his eyes finally open to the truth of the world. No longer would the rules of society guide his actions, instead he would follow De Bourg’s teachings. His hulking form stood still, unmoving as Lafayette turned his attentions to the canvas that lay beside the animal’s carcass. In truth it was the stretched skin of a previous offering that had been tanned as part of the ritual.
His eyes rolled back in his head as he connected with the spirits that converse with him from the other side. Once he had reached a trance like state his right hand began painting the canvas, a few moments passed before Lafayette found himself free from his possession. He looked down at the masterpiece in front of him and immediately threw a black dust over the canvas, once it had settled he held the tanned surface over an open flame. The fire danced and kissed the blood stained canvas for a moment without igniting.
-Lafayette De Bourg-
“You are one with the bull that was slain here, yet it is the Eagle that stands in your path. Together we must face the followers of this bird and show them the error of their ways. Let us leave at once, we shall dance with this new found devil.”
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