Something Old Something New Part 4: The Fate of War
Dec 26, 2016 21:19:49 GMT -5
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Post by Alexa Black on Dec 26, 2016 21:19:49 GMT -5
Battered but triumphant Alexa Black limps backstage through the curtain the PCW North American Championship proudly draped across her shoulder. Her body however was not as shiny. Her hair was a mess her face was bruised and bloody and everything hurt.
The Harvesters had saved Nathan from a horrible fate. Had they not intervened he would have been destroyed. Alexa was not afraid to sacrifice everything to achieve her goal. Physically, pain was nothing and she could take anything those magical misfits threw at her.
She was Hell's highest ranked demon and a master of the dark arts.
Her veins were pure poison.
A war was waged tonight she knew but it was a war that was far from over. Tonight was the beginning o the end. This war that had dragged on for two years and left countless bodies broken. A war that PCW be damned was so personal and fierce that even those higher up took noticed and sat in shock.
Even though she hated him with every fibre of her being she had a very begrudging respect for Nathan for taking the fight to her like that. Most men would have backed right off or chickened out all together but he wasn't like most men in many ways. She could feel his will to win and beat her. But that alone wasn't enough. It would never be.
Some might say she too the cowards way out by getting DQ'd and retaining the title but that wasn't the case. She just wanted to hurt him so badly and if she had to break his neck she would do it with no hesitation.
It was the only way to end it. There was nothing else that would work. Only one of them could keep their job and she wasn't going to give it up to him. Showtime had made it crystal clear nothing would stop them this time. So her next recourse was to find a way to end it and find it she had.
She brought something from Nathan's past to haunt him. Something he thought was long buried and forgotten. It was an ancient book with magicks from the dawn of time. It was a tome so dangerous that it was deliberately taken away so as not to unleash it's evil again. It caused pestilence and famine, plague and war, Even in Hell it was feared.
She looks over from her chair to the nearby table and smiles a wicked grin. For millennia she had been collecting, but there was one book that had evaded her and now there it was, wrapped in a dark cloth. This was the jewel in her collection. Rising from sitting she walks over to her bookshelf and peruses the titles
The camera scans along and we see
The Voynich Manuscript,The Munich Manual of Demonic Magic,The Codex Seraphinianus The Picatrix/The Aim of the Sage and The Oera Linda Book among dozens of others that line the shelves of the tall mahogany bookcase.
Walking over to the table she picks up the book on the table and removes the cloth revealing grimoire inside. A tattered and faded book the cover of which contains a red circle with a triangle inside with various symbols on it.
"Hey camera man come over here I want you to send this to that arcane assclown. He needs to see this and know that he had failed before he has even begun.
Hello magician. I know you know what this is don't you?"
Her voice makes no attempt to hide the fact that she is gloating about what she has done and what she is going to do. She holds the book up to the camera so it can be seen.
"This is The Grand Grimoire also known as The Red Dragon.
The legend of the Red Dragon is that the manuscript was based on writings by the apocryphal Honorius of Thebes, who many claimed was possessed by Satan.
The book contains proof of demonic evocation and occult spells as well as the process whereby newly elected popes are slowly won over by Satan's greatness.
It really is a smashing read. And it has given me some wonderful ideas about what I can do to you. You thought you had hidden it away but I found it and now the black magic within this book will help me to crush you and your "harvesters" to dust."
She puts it down carefully wrapping it in the cloth once more. Returning to her chair she sits and picks up a glass of red wine. Swirling it she takes a gulp replacing the glass on the side table.
The Shaw's who had been up to this pint silent decide to join the conversation. Both Frederick and Alexander are sitting as well.
"Are you sure about this boss? From what I hear it's one if those things that you shouldn't fuck with. Even my former master knew of this book and he was a Lord Of Hell."
Frederick says this with some concern.
"I knew your former master and he was an arrogant fool. Just like Nathan. He was also not adept at using the old magic as I am. There is nothing and no one that will stop me from ending that conceited cunt.
He has to be destroyed. As long as he is around he will always be a pain in my ass. And you can bet your bottom dollar that there is no motherfucking way he's taking MY North American Championship.
Though there was no need to put it on the line as I've already defended it against him and he didn't win it. Our esteemed PCW President thought it would be a good idea.
This whole feud has never been and will never be about the title it's so much more than that. It's about hatred and animosity. It's about two people who want to kill each other out of sheer spite.
And like all things there has to be and ending and come the Iceys, there will be. Only one of us is going to survive.
The Harvesters had saved Nathan from a horrible fate. Had they not intervened he would have been destroyed. Alexa was not afraid to sacrifice everything to achieve her goal. Physically, pain was nothing and she could take anything those magical misfits threw at her.
She was Hell's highest ranked demon and a master of the dark arts.
Her veins were pure poison.
A war was waged tonight she knew but it was a war that was far from over. Tonight was the beginning o the end. This war that had dragged on for two years and left countless bodies broken. A war that PCW be damned was so personal and fierce that even those higher up took noticed and sat in shock.
Even though she hated him with every fibre of her being she had a very begrudging respect for Nathan for taking the fight to her like that. Most men would have backed right off or chickened out all together but he wasn't like most men in many ways. She could feel his will to win and beat her. But that alone wasn't enough. It would never be.
Some might say she too the cowards way out by getting DQ'd and retaining the title but that wasn't the case. She just wanted to hurt him so badly and if she had to break his neck she would do it with no hesitation.
It was the only way to end it. There was nothing else that would work. Only one of them could keep their job and she wasn't going to give it up to him. Showtime had made it crystal clear nothing would stop them this time. So her next recourse was to find a way to end it and find it she had.
She brought something from Nathan's past to haunt him. Something he thought was long buried and forgotten. It was an ancient book with magicks from the dawn of time. It was a tome so dangerous that it was deliberately taken away so as not to unleash it's evil again. It caused pestilence and famine, plague and war, Even in Hell it was feared.
She looks over from her chair to the nearby table and smiles a wicked grin. For millennia she had been collecting, but there was one book that had evaded her and now there it was, wrapped in a dark cloth. This was the jewel in her collection. Rising from sitting she walks over to her bookshelf and peruses the titles
The camera scans along and we see
The Voynich Manuscript,The Munich Manual of Demonic Magic,The Codex Seraphinianus The Picatrix/The Aim of the Sage and The Oera Linda Book among dozens of others that line the shelves of the tall mahogany bookcase.
Walking over to the table she picks up the book on the table and removes the cloth revealing grimoire inside. A tattered and faded book the cover of which contains a red circle with a triangle inside with various symbols on it.
"Hey camera man come over here I want you to send this to that arcane assclown. He needs to see this and know that he had failed before he has even begun.
Hello magician. I know you know what this is don't you?"
Her voice makes no attempt to hide the fact that she is gloating about what she has done and what she is going to do. She holds the book up to the camera so it can be seen.
"This is The Grand Grimoire also known as The Red Dragon.
The legend of the Red Dragon is that the manuscript was based on writings by the apocryphal Honorius of Thebes, who many claimed was possessed by Satan.
The book contains proof of demonic evocation and occult spells as well as the process whereby newly elected popes are slowly won over by Satan's greatness.
It really is a smashing read. And it has given me some wonderful ideas about what I can do to you. You thought you had hidden it away but I found it and now the black magic within this book will help me to crush you and your "harvesters" to dust."
She puts it down carefully wrapping it in the cloth once more. Returning to her chair she sits and picks up a glass of red wine. Swirling it she takes a gulp replacing the glass on the side table.
The Shaw's who had been up to this pint silent decide to join the conversation. Both Frederick and Alexander are sitting as well.
"Are you sure about this boss? From what I hear it's one if those things that you shouldn't fuck with. Even my former master knew of this book and he was a Lord Of Hell."
Frederick says this with some concern.
"I knew your former master and he was an arrogant fool. Just like Nathan. He was also not adept at using the old magic as I am. There is nothing and no one that will stop me from ending that conceited cunt.
He has to be destroyed. As long as he is around he will always be a pain in my ass. And you can bet your bottom dollar that there is no motherfucking way he's taking MY North American Championship.
Though there was no need to put it on the line as I've already defended it against him and he didn't win it. Our esteemed PCW President thought it would be a good idea.
This whole feud has never been and will never be about the title it's so much more than that. It's about hatred and animosity. It's about two people who want to kill each other out of sheer spite.
And like all things there has to be and ending and come the Iceys, there will be. Only one of us is going to survive.
