Post by Murdoc on Oct 3, 2016 12:39:54 GMT -5
Last night was last night ...
... and today is a brand new day.
Amber hues herald the arrival of morning. The wind whispers outside his window, telling secrets that no one will ever hear. A picturesque landscape, natural and serene ... the decided lack of human involvement only serves to accentuate its’ purity. Newborn wrapped gently in a small blanket, a titan stands above it all. A measured step out onto the balcony and Murdoc is Lord and Master of all he surveys.
The cool breeze lashing at his bare chest, he tucks her even closer ... offering his own body heat as protection against the cool October air. She thanks him wordlessly, shifting inwards towards his core.
This ... is heaven.
A tranquil smile plastered on his features, Murdoc lets a sigh of pure bliss escape from deep within. The pressures of upcoming obligations distant and unimportant, the only joy he takes is to bring home a sacrifice ... a trophy for the Princess. Her first. Not even a week old and her Tribe will control the highest prize in the land. Champions of the World. The plate will simply say ‘Murdoc’. The Tribe of Murdoc. Not Marcus nor Eira. Simply ... Murdoc. A fitting tribute, in any sense.
There is no anger.
Anathema to the past few years.
The anger. The rage. The ball of hate that had comforted him for so long had been dissolved and destroyed, replaced by the ball of radiance at his ribcage. He is lighter. The weight of the world seemingly lifted from his shoulders, Murdoc can once again walk tall. Proud and regal ... no longer twisted by the venom that had long ago replaced his life’s blood.
Grimm will have to accept this.
One last time, he will don the metal grimace. Not out of desire, not for any intrinsic need ... but for duty. To finally complete the task laid out before him so long ago. A shining star in the night sky that led him to where he stands today. But instead of the rage-filled, diesel-powered monstrosity that has run through everyone ... all Grimm is getting is a MAN.
A man that cannot be ended.
At 6:48 p.m, on September 27th 2016 ... Ivy Lynn Murdoc killed the Unclean Beast.
Sorry Grimm, you don’t get that honor either.
Come Deadly Intentions, that child will lay in all her innocence and purity upon what you thought was yours. The World Championship belt. She will sleep peacefully on your biggest honor and you will know ... in that moment ... that you were bested and outplayed by a child. And on that night, the Hangtown Horror won’t be so horrible anymore. Do auras show weaknesses like armor? Everyone will find out one way or another.
A fitting tribute to the Heiress of the Throne.
She murmurs from the safety of his arms, his hands instinctively tightening ... reassuring her that he had gone absolutely nowhere. Awash in waves on contentment, all his hard work has paid off. All the struggle, the toil ... the absolute inhuman demands. ALL of it, and his final reward lay softly in his arms. And in this moment, he knows that it was all worth it.
A hand slithers up his spine, tender and caring.
A different cool touch than the breeze, he would know that touch ANYwhere. Head bowing slightly to acknowledge his Queen’s arrival, he turns halfway to face her. Clothed in a simple robe, tufts of hair here and there ... she smiles upon him and lays a kiss onto his broad chest. “Good morning you two. Thank you for letting me sleep in.” She casts her gaze downwards towards the child, instinctive mother henning at its’ finest. “Has she had a --”
“About thirty minutes ago.” Nodding, she turns to re-enter the comfort of the home. Raynaud’s Syndrome is a bitch. “Would you like your usual?” He smiles and nods, staring down all the while. “A glass of orange juice and a bowl of Fruity Pebbles.” Shaking her head, she disappears into the house ... a casual reply of “The more things change ... “
... the more they stay the same.
So many things on the horizon. So many milestones and so many beautiful days. The Dark Days are at an end, he can feel it in his bones. In his very soul. His ... soul. An abstract ideal that he once thought lost to the sands of time, now put on display for all to see. Turn that over in your head a time or two. Murdoc’s Soul. He chuckles, his words having rang true so long ago.
Murdoc escapes with a piece of his soul intact.
That’s how the story ends.