Post by The Anarchist on Oct 25, 2016 0:08:13 GMT -5
PROLOGUE
All Hallows’ Eve is soon approaching.
Children will dress up in their favorite costumes and roam the streets in search of candy. The parallel to that? I’ll be in search of the same thing. Only I HATE candy. Especially the kind that are laced with hatpin poison.
PCW has themselves a pair of frauds. For all of the vigorous slander leveled at me and my followers, Nathan “N.” Saniti and Kelli Starr resorted to the tactics of those who couldn’t get the job done. Let’s be honest here, Dollface. You had to resort to methods found in clubs, making sure I was good and drugged like we were at a rave. That’s alright. I’ll be the karma knocking on your door and then knocking you out of your Rainbow Brite’s.
Tick. Tock. Little jezebel. We see through your sin and those beats in your heart, those breaths you take, will be dubstepped right out of your body. You don’t have to enter confessional to tell of your darkest secrets, child. We already know them. That cross will be your burden to bear. We are merely those that will nail you to it.
Right, Nathan?
–------
AFTERMATH
Storm clouds gathered in the sky. The dark, deep blues and blacks hugged each other. Luna would be veiled on this night with her twinkling offspring. Seromine stood and studied the trio in front of him. To his back were his color drained children. The followers huddle around their leader, candle flame evaporating one by one as a chilling breeze of decease rushes by. The Owl Masked leader stretches his arms out and gestures. Salvation was kneeling to The Elder Mothers.
“Give me the power, I beg of you!”
“Ah! Not so fast, prophet. The seed has yet to sprout its reward. Patience...Seromine...It has been done...” cackled the wearer of the Zebra mask. “It has been done.”
Another gesture lead the ten back up. Seromine slowly turns his head around, staring and studying the outcome of his order. With a slight nod of satisfaction, he returns his focus to the human malevolence, “Until we meet again.” The Anti-Humanity Prophet of Evil is handed four small vials with swirling green life force in each. The mysterious trio then reverse the resurrection process that brought them and return to the earth. Seromine studied the gifts, its translucent light giving a hypnotizing aura. After returning to reality, Seromine snaps his fingers to relight the candles on the spot.
“Is that what I think it is?” Destiny asks curiously.
Seromine gives no verbal confirmation, instead relying on body language to confirm what she suspected. Her head dropped. “Once Sol awakens, we will make the proper contact to the schools. Give the reason of sickness for an absence. We’ll go from there.”
Seromine pulls his wife’s hand to him, palm up. The vials are gently placed and then her hand closed as if to incubate. Walking by he crouches down in front of the deceased. His fingertips caress their cold facial features as their eyelids are lovingly closed. “Blessed are my sweet angels.”
Seromine stands and orders a circle to be formed. Gazing to the heavens above and the hell below, he lifts his head and slowly paces.
“The littlest of souls sacrificed themselves for the cause. I gave unto them benediction, purified their hearts and brought peace to their troubles.”
"PRAISE SEROMINE!"
“Obedience! Brothers and Sisters, is demanded. I AM the lord and savior you need!” he was beginning to become more animated. “I AM the lord and savior you follow in the flesh. I stand before you as your omnipotent leader.
THEIR earth realm knew me in prior sin as Jason Willard. Let me confess to you, my faithful, that man is DEAD. Like he should still be. I AM Seromine! Rejoice in thy name! Confess your sins! Trust in the light, the way, the truth! I stand with you as you stand with me, united in bringing a harsh deliverance to the enemy! The outsiders of Absinthe seek to destroy our way of life. They speak in perverse tongues that of which they don’t know!”
The followers themselves were beginning to come to life in the orchard. Seromine made a point to place his hand on the foreheads of them in passing while continuing his sermon. “THEY ARE THOSE WHO SPIT ON YOU AND ME!! My brothers! My sisters! They follow the way of Balance! The corruption of a false magician and his harlot! For the wicked who populate there is two choices: Follow us. Or we’ll finish you.”
"PRAISE SEROMINE!"
“In the name of Salvation, Absinthe’s blood most certainly will be on OUR hands. The nightmare is coming. Glory O Hallelujah!!”
The followers begin to wildly dance while bellowing the words “Death to Absinthe,” but in a way that you would think they were singing a hymn. Seromine seemed pleased by this, motioning for them to get louder and louder while he walks Destiny away to privacy.
HOUSE OF THE DEVIL
The children’s bodies had been removed and relocated to their own beds at morning’s light. The damaged animal masks that had been brought to such in their encounter were now stitched back together and would be waiting. Seromine and Destiny spent a few moments with each one, reciting incantation before puling the sheets over their faces as if a coroner had finished their report. The windows were sealed off of the natural light which would point through. Instead, a single white candle was placed near. After the last was put to rest, Seromine and Destiny exit their home and into their place of worship inside the barn.
“I changed my mind.” Seromine solemnly muttered. “It’s not the business of the school to know where the girls are. They don’t dictate what we do. What we say. They’ll learn soon eno--”
“They’ll call.”
“Let them. We don’t answer to anyone. They answer to us.”
“No. Not yet they don’t. We have to be smart about this. They have to be told.”
Destiny shoots a look to her husband to let him know she’s serious. There was a slight wink to the whole matter, but she meant what she said. Seromine paused to contemplate her words. He stands and walks down the rows of makeshift pews and towards wicker versions of the PCW roster. His mint green eyes pooled in a fiery maelstrom of unbridled hate, forcing his body to tremor. Seromine struggled to find his way back to a middle ground, repeating “they all must pay” through gritted teeth. Not only did he hate them and had plans for the adjoining town, he was embarrassed in the elimination war. As a reminder to himself, he hadn’t bothered to wash the Kool-Aid out of his hair that Dan Fierce had ceremoniously dumped.
“How DARE they come into MY temple and talk to MY faithful?” Seromine seethed. He was talking about the opposition and the fans who attended. “Sinners! All of them. Heathens! Who in the hell do they think they are? Stepping into MY holy ring and disrespecting our cause!”
Seromine rips the wicker representations from their darkened corners and hurdles them across the barn. With fury he began to flip over the strewn together particles of wood and rope which served as seating, separating the crude seats. Destiny rose to her feet, but was gestured to stay in place. “I am not an advocate for violence. We, as Salvation, are agents of peace. But if PCW falsely believes I’ll stand by and allow THEM to channel society and DISRESPECT US again and again...”
Destiny again steps forward as to approach her angered husband, but stops herself short of actually going to him. Instead she leaves the barn and returns minutes later with the followers. Seromine by this time was praying in the debris, centered in a pile which was made to look like a makeshift pentagram. Once he noticed the presences, a sinister smirk creeps across his face.
“Brothers and Sisters, I fear that their attacks on our cause, their ignorance towards our message is persecution. So they shall pay for their sins. Their transgressions. Both our neighbors and Pure Class Wrestling. Michael Wryght may be an unknown in that we have never faced one another, but his reputation is not lost. Nor is it appreciated. I have NO SYMPATHY for the pseudo-President. I haven’t forgot the error he committed in fining me months ago. Hell is coming to Greenville for him and we WILL strike down the corrupt!!”
"THE END OF SHOWTIME"
“As the book of Revelation says in chapter twenty-two, verses three and four, ‘And there shall be no more curse: but the throne of Seromine and of the Lamb shall be in it; and his servants shall serve him: And they shall see his face; and his name shall be in their foreheads.’”
All Hallows’ Eve is soon approaching.
Children will dress up in their favorite costumes and roam the streets in search of candy. The parallel to that? I’ll be in search of the same thing. Only I HATE candy. Especially the kind that are laced with hatpin poison.
PCW has themselves a pair of frauds. For all of the vigorous slander leveled at me and my followers, Nathan “N.” Saniti and Kelli Starr resorted to the tactics of those who couldn’t get the job done. Let’s be honest here, Dollface. You had to resort to methods found in clubs, making sure I was good and drugged like we were at a rave. That’s alright. I’ll be the karma knocking on your door and then knocking you out of your Rainbow Brite’s.
Tick. Tock. Little jezebel. We see through your sin and those beats in your heart, those breaths you take, will be dubstepped right out of your body. You don’t have to enter confessional to tell of your darkest secrets, child. We already know them. That cross will be your burden to bear. We are merely those that will nail you to it.
Right, Nathan?
–------
AFTERMATH
Storm clouds gathered in the sky. The dark, deep blues and blacks hugged each other. Luna would be veiled on this night with her twinkling offspring. Seromine stood and studied the trio in front of him. To his back were his color drained children. The followers huddle around their leader, candle flame evaporating one by one as a chilling breeze of decease rushes by. The Owl Masked leader stretches his arms out and gestures. Salvation was kneeling to The Elder Mothers.
“Give me the power, I beg of you!”
“Ah! Not so fast, prophet. The seed has yet to sprout its reward. Patience...Seromine...It has been done...” cackled the wearer of the Zebra mask. “It has been done.”
Another gesture lead the ten back up. Seromine slowly turns his head around, staring and studying the outcome of his order. With a slight nod of satisfaction, he returns his focus to the human malevolence, “Until we meet again.” The Anti-Humanity Prophet of Evil is handed four small vials with swirling green life force in each. The mysterious trio then reverse the resurrection process that brought them and return to the earth. Seromine studied the gifts, its translucent light giving a hypnotizing aura. After returning to reality, Seromine snaps his fingers to relight the candles on the spot.
“Is that what I think it is?” Destiny asks curiously.
Seromine gives no verbal confirmation, instead relying on body language to confirm what she suspected. Her head dropped. “Once Sol awakens, we will make the proper contact to the schools. Give the reason of sickness for an absence. We’ll go from there.”
Seromine pulls his wife’s hand to him, palm up. The vials are gently placed and then her hand closed as if to incubate. Walking by he crouches down in front of the deceased. His fingertips caress their cold facial features as their eyelids are lovingly closed. “Blessed are my sweet angels.”
Seromine stands and orders a circle to be formed. Gazing to the heavens above and the hell below, he lifts his head and slowly paces.
“The littlest of souls sacrificed themselves for the cause. I gave unto them benediction, purified their hearts and brought peace to their troubles.”
"PRAISE SEROMINE!"
“Obedience! Brothers and Sisters, is demanded. I AM the lord and savior you need!” he was beginning to become more animated. “I AM the lord and savior you follow in the flesh. I stand before you as your omnipotent leader.
THEIR earth realm knew me in prior sin as Jason Willard. Let me confess to you, my faithful, that man is DEAD. Like he should still be. I AM Seromine! Rejoice in thy name! Confess your sins! Trust in the light, the way, the truth! I stand with you as you stand with me, united in bringing a harsh deliverance to the enemy! The outsiders of Absinthe seek to destroy our way of life. They speak in perverse tongues that of which they don’t know!”
The followers themselves were beginning to come to life in the orchard. Seromine made a point to place his hand on the foreheads of them in passing while continuing his sermon. “THEY ARE THOSE WHO SPIT ON YOU AND ME!! My brothers! My sisters! They follow the way of Balance! The corruption of a false magician and his harlot! For the wicked who populate there is two choices: Follow us. Or we’ll finish you.”
"PRAISE SEROMINE!"
“In the name of Salvation, Absinthe’s blood most certainly will be on OUR hands. The nightmare is coming. Glory O Hallelujah!!”
The followers begin to wildly dance while bellowing the words “Death to Absinthe,” but in a way that you would think they were singing a hymn. Seromine seemed pleased by this, motioning for them to get louder and louder while he walks Destiny away to privacy.
HOUSE OF THE DEVIL
The children’s bodies had been removed and relocated to their own beds at morning’s light. The damaged animal masks that had been brought to such in their encounter were now stitched back together and would be waiting. Seromine and Destiny spent a few moments with each one, reciting incantation before puling the sheets over their faces as if a coroner had finished their report. The windows were sealed off of the natural light which would point through. Instead, a single white candle was placed near. After the last was put to rest, Seromine and Destiny exit their home and into their place of worship inside the barn.
“I changed my mind.” Seromine solemnly muttered. “It’s not the business of the school to know where the girls are. They don’t dictate what we do. What we say. They’ll learn soon eno--”
“They’ll call.”
“Let them. We don’t answer to anyone. They answer to us.”
“No. Not yet they don’t. We have to be smart about this. They have to be told.”
Destiny shoots a look to her husband to let him know she’s serious. There was a slight wink to the whole matter, but she meant what she said. Seromine paused to contemplate her words. He stands and walks down the rows of makeshift pews and towards wicker versions of the PCW roster. His mint green eyes pooled in a fiery maelstrom of unbridled hate, forcing his body to tremor. Seromine struggled to find his way back to a middle ground, repeating “they all must pay” through gritted teeth. Not only did he hate them and had plans for the adjoining town, he was embarrassed in the elimination war. As a reminder to himself, he hadn’t bothered to wash the Kool-Aid out of his hair that Dan Fierce had ceremoniously dumped.
“How DARE they come into MY temple and talk to MY faithful?” Seromine seethed. He was talking about the opposition and the fans who attended. “Sinners! All of them. Heathens! Who in the hell do they think they are? Stepping into MY holy ring and disrespecting our cause!”
Seromine rips the wicker representations from their darkened corners and hurdles them across the barn. With fury he began to flip over the strewn together particles of wood and rope which served as seating, separating the crude seats. Destiny rose to her feet, but was gestured to stay in place. “I am not an advocate for violence. We, as Salvation, are agents of peace. But if PCW falsely believes I’ll stand by and allow THEM to channel society and DISRESPECT US again and again...”
Destiny again steps forward as to approach her angered husband, but stops herself short of actually going to him. Instead she leaves the barn and returns minutes later with the followers. Seromine by this time was praying in the debris, centered in a pile which was made to look like a makeshift pentagram. Once he noticed the presences, a sinister smirk creeps across his face.
“Brothers and Sisters, I fear that their attacks on our cause, their ignorance towards our message is persecution. So they shall pay for their sins. Their transgressions. Both our neighbors and Pure Class Wrestling. Michael Wryght may be an unknown in that we have never faced one another, but his reputation is not lost. Nor is it appreciated. I have NO SYMPATHY for the pseudo-President. I haven’t forgot the error he committed in fining me months ago. Hell is coming to Greenville for him and we WILL strike down the corrupt!!”
"THE END OF SHOWTIME"
“As the book of Revelation says in chapter twenty-two, verses three and four, ‘And there shall be no more curse: but the throne of Seromine and of the Lamb shall be in it; and his servants shall serve him: And they shall see his face; and his name shall be in their foreheads.’”