Post by The Anarchist on Jan 26, 2017 8:25:10 GMT -5
It wasn’t meant to be.
Those five words played like a melancholy tune inside of Seromine’s chemically imbalanced brain. The first Trauma of the new year brought him a new foe in “Dollface” Kelli Starr. It was one he had targeted prior, but the first they danced one-on-one inside of the squared circle.
And it resulted in a loss.
It wasn’t meant to be.
There was absolutely no shame in defeat. He had known prior the type of competitor she was and was well aware of her championship resume, as well as her many non-title accomplishments in the past. Sure, he offered her a way. No, a road to new found happiness and the opportunity at being saved from herself.
“A fools errand” is the words that immediately followed upon being turned down. It wasn’t in direct reply to her response, but rather the knowledge of her troubles. Nathan Saniti could profess his love all he wanted. Be it honest and true or by control from those god awful hatpins he so liked to dispense.
Her heart was not at the crux of the invitation. Her mind and soul were. Kelli, like Effix, was a child trapped in a grown woman’s body. Unlike Ms. Starr, Phoebe Turner could switch between them with ease. For whatever others thought of Seromine and his followers, he was a man of his word. They were proof that his reach had merit, brainwashed or not (as many claim them to be).
Despite losing the contest, Seromine (better known as Jason Willard, the former Anarchist) convinced himself it was a victory. The explanation of such kept private with his wife. Besides, he was sure this wouldn’t be the last time he would see her, Nathan or their allies.
Only then they wouldn’t be coming in peace.
...but have they ever?
Seromine gave order for his followers to return to the property following his return backstage. Once the wind returned to his sails of course. The ten of them made a circle of candles on the cold, unforgiving concrete floor, deep inside of the arena’s basement. An eerie red light howled from the shape, illuminating everything in proximity before waning back into the soft, yellow-orange glow of flickering flame. A set of descending stairs partially appeared. One by one they left their leaders side, leaving him alone with Destiny. The portal remained open with only their candles left behind.
“Nathan is going to pay for his foolish mistake.” Seromine growled while favoring his pectorals. “I don’t know what I found more amusing. His blatant disregard for respect or the suggestion he and his harlot were married.”
Destiny smirked as she clutched the features of her Rattlesnake mask with a grip tight as a vice. Her brunette hair was pulled into braided pigtails with black ties to keep them fastened together. Her almond eyes scanned her husband’s features, the lone free hand extending with a caress across his rugged face. “In due time, my love” she whispered. “Good things come to those who wait.”
Her loving voice was the calm to his storm. It always had been. It was well known that she was the only one capable of controlling his pendulum emotions. Of course, she was not without some of her own, to which he calmed her fire. But that wasn’t of debate on this night. “A lost cause is how I shall mark her dossier once we return to the grove.” he replied “The very same stamp that I place on the unfaithful. I can’t save those who reject me as their Lord. God has no mercy for their souls. WE shall not waste another precious second on them.”
Seromine picked up his International Title off the pipe it wrapped around. Studying the face plate and inscriptions, it could be assumed he was reflecting on his journey since returning last year. Only…
“The world must burn to regrow in our likeness.” His eyes shifted up to hers as his tone sharpened. “So too must PCW.”
Destiny’s smile turns devilish at hearing those words. Packing their respective masks away in her bag, she puts her hand in his and leads them down the staircase towards home. With the last of the candles removed, the portal seals shut within seconds, leaving only a vapor of smoke and traces of wax in it’s wake.
In the days following, the colors of Labyrinth Grove deepened in shade. The oranges had specks of red on its peels. The chocolate brown of the tree bark went through a metamorphosis which turned it nearly black. The edges of the green leaves sharpened like knives, with dew slipping off at the pointed bottoms. The property was cyclical like that. As if it had a life of its own. The apple orchards dotted behind the structures remained relatively the same. Only the black skin under the right amount of sunlight gave a sort of midnight blue reflection.
Again, the followers were dismissed. This time by Mrs. Destiny Willard. Having requested their presence, she lead them in morning prayer before turning them to the direction of Absinthe. They would not be back until it was time for the sermon to be blessing by the moon. It would be at that time Seromine would reveal his next opponent. She retreated back into the farmhouse, ascending the wood stairs and down into the master bedroom. Joining her was Seromine, of course, and their children. Each of the girls were in drab, grey, ankle length dresses with white lace aprons, matching colored tights and black dress shoes. Their auburn hair was either tied in a french braid or the pig tail style of their mother. The twins, Nancy and Lydia, were seated behind big sisters, Autumn and eldest, Kristen.
The four sat attentively with traces of a ghostly appearance worked with make up.
“My beautiful daughters” Seromine beamed “Oh how your mother and I missed you. There is nothing in life that makes me happier than being a father. Being a husband. Without all of you, I don’t exist.”
“Mom? Dad? Are you guys having an early mid-life crisis?” says Autumn.
“An ear—heh” Destiny chuckled “What kind of question is that?”
“Well, you see, I was wondering when did religion suddenly become important?”
Kristen followed with her thoughts on the sudden changes they noticed, “Seriously. I thought you guys were atheists?”
Seromine and Destiny look at one another, mouthing the final word to one another with tongue-in-cheek humor. “I thought that was our little secret?” he interjects.
“Hey now, don’t blame me. After all, you dress like a preacher!”
“Daddy?” asked Nancy with all of her six year old curiosity. She was the more inquisitive of the twins. “What’s an atheist?”
Her parents sat there and pondered how best to answer that, while she smiled innocence at them, rocking back and forth in her seat. Lydia chimed in with the same question, deciding today was a the day to speak up. Kristen presented a look as if to say “let’s see you answer that!” while Autumn as well perked with interest in the response.
“I’ll tell you what. Your mother and I made all of you some punch downstairs. Why don’t you go have that and then we’ll talk about it later.”
“It’s someone that doesn’t believe in God. It’s ok to tell them, guys.” Kristen spoke.
Her parents did NOT look happy. “You shall never use that word in this house again young lady.” Destiny bristled. “I know the transition may seem awkward, believe me, it was for us as well. But over time you’ll see that...what we’re doing is best for all of us.”
“Your mother speaks the truth, children. Trust us on this. In fact, Kristen...”
Seromine gets off of the bed and crouches in front of her. “As the oldest, we expect you to help your sisters transition. There will be changes coming to help get you all up to speed. The clothing is but one. As a reward, your mother and I will grant you permission to make friends. All of you...can make friends.”
The discussion continued on for a period of time, but eventually things got settled and the children whisked away for the punch that had been made in their honors. In the room, Seromine and Destiny glared into their full length mirror.
“Sinisisters. That’s what we’ll refer to them as.”
Seromine focused on his wife’s reflection as her arms wrapped around his body like an anaconda. Her head found its favorite resting place on his shoulder.
“Consider it done.”
Their smiles hid something dark underneath.
A crisp, chilly night fell upon Labyrinth Grove. Luna nestled amongst the stars, cozying partially underneath the blanketing sky as she gifted a crescent shape. Inside the Church of New Beginnings, the sermon for the evening was about to get underway.
“As I stand here tonight brothers and sisters, I am reminded of the blessings God has provided us. All of us. His wrath is being felt across the earth realm as misguided souls casted their ballots for a megalomaniac with a forked tongue. Many suffer because of the clouded judgment of the wicked. It serves as yet ANOTHER reminder...that you were meant to be saved from harm, and that I was to be your savior.”
From the pews, the eight followers reach high to the heavens with their candles. Nothing spoken, but no words were needed.
“I stand before you with news that Richard Majors is the next name. A fragile choice, but one that like Ms. Starr before him, shall not be taken lightly. That does NOT mean he is exempt. No, I remember seeing him as one of the few interrupters during our greetings towards Eira and Whitey Ford. And what does the good book have to say about the matter? Our special guest of honor shall tell you.”
Seromine steps away from the pulpit, taking the hand of his wife as they drop to their knees and extend their arms out in tandem crucifix. The followers rise to their feet as Kristen leads her sisters single file down the aisle. Each is wearing an animal mask of their choosing. Hers is a Raccoon. Autumn’s a Fox. The twins a Cat and Mouse respectively. Each has a smaller version of the candles the adults carry, clutched in their right hand. In passing, the followers bow their heads. The younger three stand in front of the makeshift stage. Just as Kristen approaches the awaiting marked passage in her father’s bible, the sound of thunder can be heard overhead. Seromine and Destiny return to their feet.
“In the book of Deuteronomy, Chapter thirty-two, verse thirty-five. It reads: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay. In due time their foot will slip; their day of disaster is near and their doom rushes upon them.”
Kristen looks to her parents as they motion approval. A cue for her to stand beside her sisters, as Seromine returns to his spot. “Doom rushes upon them, it says. Nathan Saniti. Kelli Starr and every single person who decided to align, will meet their day of disaster, brothers and sisters! God has declared it so and through me! Through us! We SHALL be there when their feet slip, offering NO safe landing. I WILL strike down Richard Majors at Trauma! I fear not the banding together of common enemies. We are the shadows in the valley of death...and NO amount of light is going to drive us out!
No amount of light...is going to save them. Praise God.
Praise the Lord.”
Those five words played like a melancholy tune inside of Seromine’s chemically imbalanced brain. The first Trauma of the new year brought him a new foe in “Dollface” Kelli Starr. It was one he had targeted prior, but the first they danced one-on-one inside of the squared circle.
And it resulted in a loss.
It wasn’t meant to be.
There was absolutely no shame in defeat. He had known prior the type of competitor she was and was well aware of her championship resume, as well as her many non-title accomplishments in the past. Sure, he offered her a way. No, a road to new found happiness and the opportunity at being saved from herself.
“A fools errand” is the words that immediately followed upon being turned down. It wasn’t in direct reply to her response, but rather the knowledge of her troubles. Nathan Saniti could profess his love all he wanted. Be it honest and true or by control from those god awful hatpins he so liked to dispense.
Her heart was not at the crux of the invitation. Her mind and soul were. Kelli, like Effix, was a child trapped in a grown woman’s body. Unlike Ms. Starr, Phoebe Turner could switch between them with ease. For whatever others thought of Seromine and his followers, he was a man of his word. They were proof that his reach had merit, brainwashed or not (as many claim them to be).
Despite losing the contest, Seromine (better known as Jason Willard, the former Anarchist) convinced himself it was a victory. The explanation of such kept private with his wife. Besides, he was sure this wouldn’t be the last time he would see her, Nathan or their allies.
Only then they wouldn’t be coming in peace.
...but have they ever?
Seromine gave order for his followers to return to the property following his return backstage. Once the wind returned to his sails of course. The ten of them made a circle of candles on the cold, unforgiving concrete floor, deep inside of the arena’s basement. An eerie red light howled from the shape, illuminating everything in proximity before waning back into the soft, yellow-orange glow of flickering flame. A set of descending stairs partially appeared. One by one they left their leaders side, leaving him alone with Destiny. The portal remained open with only their candles left behind.
“Nathan is going to pay for his foolish mistake.” Seromine growled while favoring his pectorals. “I don’t know what I found more amusing. His blatant disregard for respect or the suggestion he and his harlot were married.”
Destiny smirked as she clutched the features of her Rattlesnake mask with a grip tight as a vice. Her brunette hair was pulled into braided pigtails with black ties to keep them fastened together. Her almond eyes scanned her husband’s features, the lone free hand extending with a caress across his rugged face. “In due time, my love” she whispered. “Good things come to those who wait.”
Her loving voice was the calm to his storm. It always had been. It was well known that she was the only one capable of controlling his pendulum emotions. Of course, she was not without some of her own, to which he calmed her fire. But that wasn’t of debate on this night. “A lost cause is how I shall mark her dossier once we return to the grove.” he replied “The very same stamp that I place on the unfaithful. I can’t save those who reject me as their Lord. God has no mercy for their souls. WE shall not waste another precious second on them.”
Seromine picked up his International Title off the pipe it wrapped around. Studying the face plate and inscriptions, it could be assumed he was reflecting on his journey since returning last year. Only…
“The world must burn to regrow in our likeness.” His eyes shifted up to hers as his tone sharpened. “So too must PCW.”
Destiny’s smile turns devilish at hearing those words. Packing their respective masks away in her bag, she puts her hand in his and leads them down the staircase towards home. With the last of the candles removed, the portal seals shut within seconds, leaving only a vapor of smoke and traces of wax in it’s wake.
In the days following, the colors of Labyrinth Grove deepened in shade. The oranges had specks of red on its peels. The chocolate brown of the tree bark went through a metamorphosis which turned it nearly black. The edges of the green leaves sharpened like knives, with dew slipping off at the pointed bottoms. The property was cyclical like that. As if it had a life of its own. The apple orchards dotted behind the structures remained relatively the same. Only the black skin under the right amount of sunlight gave a sort of midnight blue reflection.
Again, the followers were dismissed. This time by Mrs. Destiny Willard. Having requested their presence, she lead them in morning prayer before turning them to the direction of Absinthe. They would not be back until it was time for the sermon to be blessing by the moon. It would be at that time Seromine would reveal his next opponent. She retreated back into the farmhouse, ascending the wood stairs and down into the master bedroom. Joining her was Seromine, of course, and their children. Each of the girls were in drab, grey, ankle length dresses with white lace aprons, matching colored tights and black dress shoes. Their auburn hair was either tied in a french braid or the pig tail style of their mother. The twins, Nancy and Lydia, were seated behind big sisters, Autumn and eldest, Kristen.
The four sat attentively with traces of a ghostly appearance worked with make up.
“My beautiful daughters” Seromine beamed “Oh how your mother and I missed you. There is nothing in life that makes me happier than being a father. Being a husband. Without all of you, I don’t exist.”
“Mom? Dad? Are you guys having an early mid-life crisis?” says Autumn.
“An ear—heh” Destiny chuckled “What kind of question is that?”
“Well, you see, I was wondering when did religion suddenly become important?”
Kristen followed with her thoughts on the sudden changes they noticed, “Seriously. I thought you guys were atheists?”
Seromine and Destiny look at one another, mouthing the final word to one another with tongue-in-cheek humor. “I thought that was our little secret?” he interjects.
“Hey now, don’t blame me. After all, you dress like a preacher!”
“Daddy?” asked Nancy with all of her six year old curiosity. She was the more inquisitive of the twins. “What’s an atheist?”
Her parents sat there and pondered how best to answer that, while she smiled innocence at them, rocking back and forth in her seat. Lydia chimed in with the same question, deciding today was a the day to speak up. Kristen presented a look as if to say “let’s see you answer that!” while Autumn as well perked with interest in the response.
“I’ll tell you what. Your mother and I made all of you some punch downstairs. Why don’t you go have that and then we’ll talk about it later.”
“It’s someone that doesn’t believe in God. It’s ok to tell them, guys.” Kristen spoke.
Her parents did NOT look happy. “You shall never use that word in this house again young lady.” Destiny bristled. “I know the transition may seem awkward, believe me, it was for us as well. But over time you’ll see that...what we’re doing is best for all of us.”
“Your mother speaks the truth, children. Trust us on this. In fact, Kristen...”
Seromine gets off of the bed and crouches in front of her. “As the oldest, we expect you to help your sisters transition. There will be changes coming to help get you all up to speed. The clothing is but one. As a reward, your mother and I will grant you permission to make friends. All of you...can make friends.”
The discussion continued on for a period of time, but eventually things got settled and the children whisked away for the punch that had been made in their honors. In the room, Seromine and Destiny glared into their full length mirror.
“Sinisisters. That’s what we’ll refer to them as.”
Seromine focused on his wife’s reflection as her arms wrapped around his body like an anaconda. Her head found its favorite resting place on his shoulder.
“Consider it done.”
Their smiles hid something dark underneath.
A crisp, chilly night fell upon Labyrinth Grove. Luna nestled amongst the stars, cozying partially underneath the blanketing sky as she gifted a crescent shape. Inside the Church of New Beginnings, the sermon for the evening was about to get underway.
“As I stand here tonight brothers and sisters, I am reminded of the blessings God has provided us. All of us. His wrath is being felt across the earth realm as misguided souls casted their ballots for a megalomaniac with a forked tongue. Many suffer because of the clouded judgment of the wicked. It serves as yet ANOTHER reminder...that you were meant to be saved from harm, and that I was to be your savior.”
From the pews, the eight followers reach high to the heavens with their candles. Nothing spoken, but no words were needed.
“I stand before you with news that Richard Majors is the next name. A fragile choice, but one that like Ms. Starr before him, shall not be taken lightly. That does NOT mean he is exempt. No, I remember seeing him as one of the few interrupters during our greetings towards Eira and Whitey Ford. And what does the good book have to say about the matter? Our special guest of honor shall tell you.”
Seromine steps away from the pulpit, taking the hand of his wife as they drop to their knees and extend their arms out in tandem crucifix. The followers rise to their feet as Kristen leads her sisters single file down the aisle. Each is wearing an animal mask of their choosing. Hers is a Raccoon. Autumn’s a Fox. The twins a Cat and Mouse respectively. Each has a smaller version of the candles the adults carry, clutched in their right hand. In passing, the followers bow their heads. The younger three stand in front of the makeshift stage. Just as Kristen approaches the awaiting marked passage in her father’s bible, the sound of thunder can be heard overhead. Seromine and Destiny return to their feet.
“In the book of Deuteronomy, Chapter thirty-two, verse thirty-five. It reads: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay. In due time their foot will slip; their day of disaster is near and their doom rushes upon them.”
Kristen looks to her parents as they motion approval. A cue for her to stand beside her sisters, as Seromine returns to his spot. “Doom rushes upon them, it says. Nathan Saniti. Kelli Starr and every single person who decided to align, will meet their day of disaster, brothers and sisters! God has declared it so and through me! Through us! We SHALL be there when their feet slip, offering NO safe landing. I WILL strike down Richard Majors at Trauma! I fear not the banding together of common enemies. We are the shadows in the valley of death...and NO amount of light is going to drive us out!
No amount of light...is going to save them. Praise God.
Praise the Lord.”