Post by Gerard Angelo on Feb 11, 2020 23:58:44 GMT -5
For most of the time Ba’lal had been summoned back to this plain of existence, he has slumbered. Below McLaurin’s manor, the cult leader/software mogul had built a lair for the Black One as he regained his energy. Now that hasn’t stopped the omnipotent being from carrying on his work to become sole ruler of the planet. The fact that he could use astral projection and enter peoples minds helped. But when his physical body was awake, all he did was feed. It started with small animals, such as rodents, but the more life force he drained from living creatures, the less his hunger has sated. It has grown to livestock and even that had become seemingly a pallet cleanser for the Dark God. Ba’lal knew why he couldn’t reform his body completely and gain his full power back. Something had gone wrong in the ritual. Those third rate mages and magicians at the Department of Magical Defense had placed a ward on the planet. Though, it wasn’t strong enough to keep Ba’lal from coming back, it was enough keep him weak.
These thoughts ran through Ba’lal’s head as he laid on the cold stone floor of his lair, his black scaled body curled up like a great dragon of lore. Though he was much weaker. Almost sickly. In fact, if Ba’lal wasn’t fueled by a desire of revenge and hate, he would’ve asked McLaurin to banish him. Soft echoes of footsteps echoed above him, sounding like banging to his sensitive ears. One red eye opened lazily, glancing around the cavern. The Black One soon heard the clanking of the freight elevator as it lowered down in the cavern lair. McLaurin and Brother Theodore stepped off the elevator as soon as the gate opened, the cult leader walking ahead of his disciple. Theodore was roughly walking somebody, with their arms bound and head covered in a bag. Theodore pushes the person ahead, despite muffled protest from under the sack. McLaurin smiles broadly as he steps forward toward Ba’lal and drops to his knee, bowing before his dark lord.
“Oh Great One,” He says, his forehead nearly touching the stone floor, “your loyal servants bring you this gift!”
McLAurin raises his head and motions to Theodore, who pushes the bound person forward hard, causing them to fall to their knees with a cry of pain. McLaurin stands and grabs the sack, pulling it off, revealing a homeless person. He looks around, eyes wide in fear. Ba’lal picks his head up, glowing, red, eyes staring down at the bound vagrant. The homeless man looks up, finally noticing Ba’lal and he lets out a loud scream, trying to struggle to his feet. Theodore comes behind him and pushes him back down to his knees.
The Dark God rises up, his clawed feet leaving scratches in the rock floor. He stands up straight, his scaled skin sagging from his bones as his ugly, lizard-like head rears up on a long neck. The bum screams again and tries to struggle in Theodore’s grasp. The Black One cans his neck down, bringing his big head closer to the vagrant, and opens his fang littered maw. The man opens his mouth behind his filthy beard, as if to scream, but instead his eyes roll back in his head. His body seems to age rapidly, his dirty, dark hair turning gray as his skin turn gaunt and leathery. This keeps up until the vagrants body falls over onto the ground, a lifeless husk. A smirk seems to appear on the demon god’s face.
“Thank you McLaurin. A human life always does wonders.”
“It is my pleasure, Dark Lord!” McLAurin says with a bow.
“Though due to the meddling DMP, there is not enough human life-force on the planet to fully revive my powers. I bet that is what those fools were banking on in case I ever returned. How could I rule over a planet with no subjects? A catch twenty-two as you humans would say.”
“What can we do to remedy that, oh Dark One?” McLaurin asks.
“I need a human body. That will have to due until I grow powerful enough to break their ward. But I need a proper host.”
McLaurin smiles up at the black serpent and smiles.
“I will be your host body, my lord! It would be my honor.”
Ba’lal looks down at him and lets out an evil chuckle.
“No offense, McLaurin, but you are far too old. Your body would crumble under my power and we would be back to square one.”
McLaurin looks taken aback before grimacing and nodding.
“Besides,” Ba’lal continues, “I need you to keep running the day to day affairs of our group. I would trust no one else.”
This seems to put McLaurin back in a jovial mood. This is when Theodore steps forward.
“How about me, my lord?”
“You would be perfect, Brother Theo. But I already have my eye on another.”
“Who, oh Great One?” asks McLaurin, confused as he wasn’t in the loop.
“Ba’lal gives another evil grin.
“Why the Electi, of course. But he still is far too pure to let me fully control him. We are going to have to push him over the edge.”
Theo and McLaurin look at each other.
“That is why I have a special mission for you, Brother Theo…” The Black One says, letting out an evil cackle that echoes throughout the cavern.
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Gerard Angelo is sitting in a chair across from Kassandra Black. He is dressed to the nines in a navy blue suit, his signature shade reflecting the harsh light of the set as he hold a microphone in his hand, his rolex also glinting in the light. They get a cue from the camera man who counts down. Cassandra perks up from her notes like the professional she is.
“And welcome back to PCW All-Access. Streaming to you live on PCW.com! We are still here with “The Hollywood Hero” Gerard Angelo.” Cassandra says with a smile. “Now Gerard, we’ve already covered your short, but seemingly great career in PCW, which includes back to back Deadly Rumble victories, and a PCW World Championship. But this brings me to the the Tag match this Friday on Trauma. You have to team with the man your facing at Mass Destruction, Justin “Stormm” Michaels against two other men who will face off there as well in Dominator and Cory Steel.”
“Yeah that’s right Kass. PCW going back to its tried and true booking. I’ve been in quite a few of these.”
“Indeed you have Gerard. But this comes with the added stipulation that if you don’t work together, you’ll get fined one hundred thousand dollars. Does that make you want to get not he same page with Stormm?”
Gerry lets out a laugh.
“Let me tell you a secret, Kassandra. A hundred thousand is chump change to me. That’s ashtray money. So we’ll let that sink in if Stormm thinks I’m going to let a handful of change keep him safe from me. Hell, I might just go sit on commentary with Jerry and Ace, and watch Dominator beat Stormm’s old ass from pillar to post!”
“But don’t you want to go into Mass Destruction with some momentum?”
Gerard goes to answer but his phone starts ringing in his pocket. He holds up a finger to Kassandra, and looks at it. It’s Jonathan.
“Sorry I need to take this. One sec.”
Gerry answers the phone and his face goes white. He hangs up.
“Sorry. I…I need to go.”
Gerard stands up and hurries off the set, leaving Kassandra and the crew dumbfounded.