Post by Gerard Angelo on Feb 23, 2021 23:57:04 GMT -5
Gerard struggled against his chains, gritting his teeth in frustration. It felt as if the more he moved, the tighter they wrapped around his body.
A voice laughed at him as he struggled
Bal’al sat in the office of the house that was now his kick up the feet of his borrowed body on the desk. He looked around at the various championships and accomplishments that adorned the walls. This body had lived a fulfilling life, but it’s greatest purpose was going to be for completing Bal’al’s destiny. But first he would take care of the man and the demon this body despised so much. Bal’al would take the man and tear him limb from limb and step over his broken body to banish this red demon into another dimension once and for all.
Bal’al did not fear Stormm, as great as his wrestling prowess was. He was only a man after all, and Bal’al was so much more than that. He would break the Stormm and take his championship. Not because he wanted it. No, simply because he could.
Grimm may be more than a man, but Bal’al was a god. He feared no entity in this plain or any other. He would rip this so-called reaper from his human host. He would watch as the horror split the man’s face as he took what made him special and simply discarded it.
Bal’al’s power was at an all time high. He was the strongest he’s ever been, feeding on the Electi’s power. He would give him much joy to do what Gerard Angelo couldn’t do, and finally defeat the two men that had tormented him since the beginning. HE saw the memories. HE saw what they said about his host. And he would take great joy as he broke both of these men with Gerard’s own hands.
Soon, Bal’al would take that title.
Soon, Bal’al would take the world.
Gerard had stopped struggling. His head was hanging low.
There was no way out.
It was over.
Bal’al had won.
He was going to end everything, everyone Gerard ever knew.
There was no hope.
No way out.
No light.
Wait, was that light?
A voice laughed at him as he struggled
Bal’al sat in the office of the house that was now his kick up the feet of his borrowed body on the desk. He looked around at the various championships and accomplishments that adorned the walls. This body had lived a fulfilling life, but it’s greatest purpose was going to be for completing Bal’al’s destiny. But first he would take care of the man and the demon this body despised so much. Bal’al would take the man and tear him limb from limb and step over his broken body to banish this red demon into another dimension once and for all.
Bal’al did not fear Stormm, as great as his wrestling prowess was. He was only a man after all, and Bal’al was so much more than that. He would break the Stormm and take his championship. Not because he wanted it. No, simply because he could.
Grimm may be more than a man, but Bal’al was a god. He feared no entity in this plain or any other. He would rip this so-called reaper from his human host. He would watch as the horror split the man’s face as he took what made him special and simply discarded it.
Bal’al’s power was at an all time high. He was the strongest he’s ever been, feeding on the Electi’s power. He would give him much joy to do what Gerard Angelo couldn’t do, and finally defeat the two men that had tormented him since the beginning. HE saw the memories. HE saw what they said about his host. And he would take great joy as he broke both of these men with Gerard’s own hands.
Soon, Bal’al would take that title.
Soon, Bal’al would take the world.
Gerard had stopped struggling. His head was hanging low.
There was no way out.
It was over.
Bal’al had won.
He was going to end everything, everyone Gerard ever knew.
There was no hope.
No way out.
No light.
Wait, was that light?