Post by The Scorpion on Dec 8, 2010 22:05:48 GMT -5
“Let your heart therefore be loyal to the LORD our God, to walk in His statutes and keep His commandments, as at this day.” 1 Kings 8:61
A feeling or attitude of devoted attachment and affection. The act of binding yourself intellectually or emotionally to a course of action. Faith to a person, ideal, custom, cause, or duty. All definitions to describe the same feeling that all who populate this world fail to maintain. Within the confines of this prison-like reality, none of the sheep possess that which symbolizes eternal prosperity. All of the mindless drones abhor it and fear it. They fear the responsibility that comes with unconditional devotion to cause. They fear the reality of failure that could possibly occur when misfortune falls upon that which they strive to maintain. Because of this, they are denied the trait that could possible make them bearable in the eyes of god once again. Loyalty, a trait that is foreign to those that desire loyalty only to themselves.
The worthless ones that cannot see beyond the smokescreen to the true meaning of all things, the sheep that exist only to give their blood, the cancer that even now seeps away the energy of the planet. Parasites sucking away the life energy of an innocent world, base and ignorant creatures incapable of simple logical comprehension, domesticated monsters at the mercy of their basic instincts. All used to describe the current population of the human race. The ones who live blindly day to day, without reason for existence or justification for their actions. The blind, godless pagans that exist only to demean the very existence of the one that can alleviate the damnation that is inevitable for all residents of a world poisoned by sin. The ones who if allowed to continue on will bring about nothing less than the annihilation of the planet itself.
Yet as the cloud of poison descends over the starlit valley to eradicate all, from deep within shines a bright ray of light. The clouds part and pure air is returned, somehow the crisis has been averted. That same crisis befalls this world now in the form of the coming of Armageddon. That bright ray of light is there as well however, as the light is representative of the holy light of heaven that shines from the heavenly aura of the lord beyond the stars. Faith is that light that shall save the souls of all who are destined to perish as an afterthought in a cloud of poison known to us all as sin. The seraphic radiance shall light the way for the faithful to flee to safety as the world around them becomes purified once again through pillars of fire. While the others burn and die in agony, those close to the lord shall be shielded by the angelic wings due to the sacrifices they have made previously.
However, within the confines of this world as it currently is, that ray of light is unseen. The worthless infidels, the pitiful pawns of the world that are so blissfully ignorant of their own worthlessness. These human beings exist only for themselves without faith or loyalty. They shun the light, instead choosing to embrace their non-existent greatness and power. The ignorant ones choose to embrace the imminent destruction of their souls rather than free themselves from the chains of their harsh master reality by immolating their humanity and embracing the mere opportunity to walk among the gods. Instead of the lord they choose human leaders to embrace. They embrace those that can exhibit dominance over his fellow godless peers. They embrace those who would stand against the only soul that truly represents the will of god.
As the raging fires rise ever so slowly, feeding off the impure blood that flows from the mangled corpses, a select few are spared. Lifted above the flames and held in the loving arms of god, they are spared the wretched and torturous burning of their very flesh. Sinners shall never rest in the care of an angry god and thus only those with loyalty in their sprits shall be spared the damnation that befalls all. The merciful being will shield them from the pain; suffer the slings and arrows of destruction. Yet it all matters not to the savior, for he can feel no pain thanks to his eternal benevolence. Those who have understood his will and sacrificed shall witness this firsthand, all others shall simply perish with the final passing thought of how they could have been spared had they simply disregarded the ignorant concept known as humanity.
As of now, only one such man shall be lifted above the fires and spared due to his unyielding loyalty to god. As sacrifices are performed and prayers spoken, the Holy Father gradually warms to his spirit and begins to allow him the process of purifying his spirit so that he may walk on the ground that is the literal embodiment of purity. As the fires burn away the sin, Mother Earth returns to her former state, the euphoric paradise known as Eden. As Eden rises anew, so forth does a new race of mankind; one that is free of sin and loyal to the one true god. A blissful paradise, free of the pain and suffering associated with earthly life thanks to the complete eradication of sin from within its boundaries. What the infidels would call heaven is the ultimate result of the task I have undertaken in the name of my beloved father.
I am the ultimate killer, the bringer of damnation to the pagans that would dare demean my god. As I walk among the contorted mounds of flesh that comprise my victims, I feel a sense of serenity in knowing that all I do is not for nothing. I enjoy watching the bones break, the screams of agony, the crying of the children. I am steadfast in my endeavor, none shall be spared. As the archangel Gabriel allegedly will sound the horn when the false deity known as Jesus descends upon the realm, I shall herald the arrival of purity in the wake of the lord’s shadow. I stand as the archangel of destruction, preparing for the divine descent. I am purity embodied, I am loyalty supreme. I am the annihilator of damned and the destroyer of life. I am the death scythe that will decapitate all! I am the eternal messenger of the one true god! I am the one that shall sacrifice all souls to the pits of damnation![/i]
Suddenly, the young one's eyes snap open and he leans forward to take several deep breaths. So deeply involved in his meditation and prayer, the young one seems to have momentarily lost his senses. His eyes are wide with shock and his fists are clenched, a clear indication of the intensity with which he prepares to the bidding of god. He quickly regains these lost senses however and casually moves his head from side to side, viewing his surroundings. He glances slowly as the soft wind blows, his eyes viewing nothing but desolation. He sighs and almost smiles, in tune with his self-imposed isolation. He hears the elegy of emptiness within his mind, for here he is one with god in body as well as soul. Devoid of human life momentarily, he may catch a brief glimpse of the paradise that awaits him once his tasks are complete.
He rises and walks slowly, gazing at the mountain peaks that surround him. He walks over slowly to the edge and looks over, gazing down into the valley from high above. It becomes obvious now that the young one has not yet departed for the destination of his upcoming battle, as resides in an area of extreme cold where his breath can clearly been seen escaping from his mouth, a far cry from the urban environment where his next battle lies. Situated on a relatively high mountaintop, the young one here knows that none my disturb him and he shall be one with the greatness of god. Others would find this chosen setting confusing and perhaps even ignorant, yet the young one will gladly battle nature’s elements in order to free himself from the harsh reality of human interaction. In this place the dark soul can be at peace, resting on pure soil untainted by the presence of human feet.
The dark soul sits down near the edge and gazes over the side, allowing the cool wind to hit his face, an action which triggers a recurrence of the memories he seeks to thrust into darkness forever. Gone are the thoughts of his meditation, instead replaced with the calming effects of a past lost to him. He gazes into his right palm, analyzing it, almost trying to read the subliminal message it recites to him. He recalls the only ones that shall be spared thus far. He recalls his followers, the ones who shall be allowed to enter the pearly gates. He thinks now of the damned souls that would dare impede Eden's revival. He thinks of the worthless ones that seek to demean his god and stop the inevitable. He thinks primarily of the evil ones that he must vanquish in his upcoming battlefield laid before him. He continues these same thoughts as he opens his mouth to speak aloud with god…
"It continues on without fail father, the pagan ones continually seek to deny the clear and omnipotent truth. They would say my message is one of repetition, however do not the most powerful of messages exist with consistency? It is my duty to speak the will of god, regardless of human desire to listen. No matter the instinctive desire, the message of the lord will be heard. Even now it continues dear messiah; even now they continue to find ever more creative brands of denial. This one named Jack Bull in particular attacks your son’s eternal credibility, trying vainly to somehow downplay the imperativeness of the divine will. However what can one expect of those who hold loyalty not to the messiah or society, but instead only to themselves? Is it not natural for the inherently selfish to act in selfish ways? Though let it be said that the true reasons for this particular disillusionment is not one of arrogance but of fear. Fear that his time is drawing to a close. Fear of falling in defeat at the hands of golden angel. Fear of losing this encounter and opening the way for my obtaining of the beloved symbol of power known as the EUW Pure Title. I can see it Holy Father, I can see that change that my enemies are undergoing. I see the fiery passion fading from the eyes, the arrogant aura that permeates the environment slowly dissipating into nothingness. The change has started and there is no way to stop it. This one called Jack Bull might continue to preach of a lack of fear and supposed greatness; however the divine eyes see all. I find it ironic my lord, for as one who would denounce the holy will as hollow or repetitive, why does he see fit to constantly announce their own power? Actually, the more pertinent question is whether he is trying to convince your messenger or his peers. Dear lord, your eternal vision sees the truth; you know the reality of these actions. It is only natural after all. Human beings are base and instinctive; they often act without conscious effort. Therefore, we can only come to expect such hesitation and denial before such a magnanimous battle. When one is faced with the reality of losing all that he believes in, it is the basic reaction to immediately deny reality and valiantly, but also vainly, attempt to find some means of damaging the credibility of the truth. It is the most basic of all animal instincts; however it is also a clear representation of human weakness. For the divine does not rely on instinct, as his way is made clear by the golden light. Through this I shall triumph, for I am guided whereas the ones battling me such as the one called Jack Bull are not. Watch closely now as I demonstrate the true power of a saved soul.”
With his message completed, the black soul known as The Scorpion closes his eyes and once again enters into beloved prayer to his father. His face a still frame, he remains a statue of human flesh, devoid of emotion or feeling, existing only for his dear faith. He knows in his mind that he is protected by the holy spirit of god. He understands that he must be absolutely emotionless if he is to perform his tasks perfectly. With this understanding the young one ceases to be a human and instead become a machine. A soulless, compassionless machine that exists only to eradicate the damned souls of the infidels which refuse to accept the saving grace of the lord. Humanity is merely a synonym for weakness; therefore the strong must not hold humanity, as it is impossible for one to be both strong and weak. Clearly, one must thusly be inhumane to be strong.
The eyes reopen with an invigorated sense of psychosis that is fueled only by the deepest recesses of hatred that a living soul can bear. The seething rage that exists inside of a soul that has been shunned by the very society that created him. The eternal anger at the world so cold that it saw it as necessary to destroy any semblance of happiness that the young one tried to possess. The disgust that he bears towards a race of beings that abuse the gifts of god, mindlessly abusing and killing the planet for their own selfish desires, without the slightest hint of remorse or gratitude. The eyes tell the story, for they are the window to a man's very soul. The eyes tell the true intentions of the man in black who heralds the arrival of a new tomorrow. The eyes tell all that the very demon society created shall now be the one to bring forth its destruction.
The Scorpion slowly rises to his feet and slides out of the trademark black trench coat, allowing the cool wind to be felt on his upper body, which is covered only by a common black muscle shirt. As the glassy eyes scour the surroundings once more, they find their way once more to the surrounding cliffs. The eyes squint slightly at the sight of the monuments of nature, a testament to the power that Mother Nature possesses to create such grand, natural obelisks. The same eyes that delve into the core of tortured memories and psychotic rage now yield way to a scene of serene beauty. A scene of worldly paradise, free from the pain associated with human interaction. The eyes tell all to the world, and it has become clear that the eyes lit by the light of heaven are capable of seeing more than a mere human being could ever envision in hopes or dreams.
Hopes and dreams? Mere fuels for the smokescreens of modern society. A truly righteous mind does not know where hopes and dreams come from, as there are offset from the strength of the individual spirit. A being that lives without unabridged loyalty to the faith is destined to have an impure and weak spirit, which shall ultimately be the catalyst that triggers their destruction. The worthless ones, they actually believe they can challenge the will of our lord and savior. Why do they not simply see the glory and greatness of his will? Why are they so blinded by their ignorant and selfish system of beliefs? Why do they refuse to save this world and instead know the glory of paradise in the afterlife? Why must they decide their own fates by being so foolhardy and unable to comprehend greatness?
The messenger of god continues to think these thoughts in his holy mind as he breaks his gazes off from the mountain peaks and returns to the center of the cliff upon which he resides. He walks at a brisk pace, obviously intent on arriving at his destination as quickly as possible so that he might once again understand the subliminal messages places before him by his father in the heavens. Once there he kneels to the ground and manages to scoop up a handful of dirt. With this done, they young one drops to one knee and simply analyzes the soil resting in his hand, as if trying to comprehend the wonderful gift nature grants the planet in the form of such a seemingly bland and unappealing substance. He now continues to stare at the dirt and feels with his fingers before opening his mouth to speak once more…
"Look at it. The blessings of the lord upon this undeserving planet. The very essence of a pure and untarnished world, for from the soil shall grow plants, which shall produce oxygen, which in turn shall promote the development of human life, who proceed to develop into society, which then proceeds to turn on its creator and destroy it with their wretched impurities. All of those resisting me were produced via this formula; even the one called Jack Bull, no matter how greatly he might wish to believe that he is different from any of the others. Nay, everyone on this miserable world was made this way with no exceptions. Even I came to fruition via this formula, however I am different. I am different from the worthless masses that seek to destroy without reason or justification. I am different from those who are not guided by the holy light of god. I am different. All of the converted are different. The difference lies within the very core of our spirits. Since we have acknowledged our natural weaknesses and given our souls over to the protection of the one true god, we have transcended normal humanity and embraced the eternal legacy of immortality. We have sacrificed our humanity, but in return have gained the blessings and powers of the gods. Through this blessing we are granted the power of the angels, the divine fury that is perpetrated by our actions. The gods’ anger shall be manifested in action, not the least of which being when I slaughter all those before and then eventually lay claim to the symbol known as the EUW Pure Title. These simple facts shall be the source of the eternal destruction of any who would not attempt to save Mother Earth. Some have understood and embraced the faith, denying the shallow nature of humanity and instead embracing the eternal life granted through loyalty to the savior. However, the ones standing against me such as Jack Bull did not understand and thus must be made to suffer for it. The wretched ones standing before me as enemies chose to disregard sanctity and instead become the leaders of a campaign to spread heresy against the word of god. I fight solely in the name of god; therefore I will not allow defeat to befall me. I am one with the messiah himself and hold his powers within me. I am the archangel of destruction that shall sound the horn to signal the arrival of the flames that will purify a sinful world. I am the alpha and omega of existence for all. I am the monster that all people fear in their nightmares. As I invoke the nightmares my sphere of influence grows. There is no stopping it; soon we shall own all…"
The black heart then throws the dirt back to the ground now and spreads his arms in prayer to the lord. His eyes snap shut and he remains absolutely still in a position of utmost reverence and praise. He nods his head slightly only once or twice the entire time, making sure to acknowledge the instructions being given to him by his lord. Amazingly he maintains a position of absolute stillness, despite the natural strain that his body weight must be placing upon his knees. Yet this is simply common practice for one in tune with the grace of god, another small sacrifice made for the purpose of emphasizing his eternal devotion. No matter what pain or inconvenience, it shall be done to praise the legitimacy of the divine law. He finally breaks the trance over him and immediately falls backwards, sprawling out onto the ground.
The young man closes his eyes and immediately sees the visions being created in his mind. Visions of his past victims and of his future converts. He sees the ruthlessness he has shown in the past and his reason for existence in the future. He envisions the sadistic smile that will come over his faith once he eliminates all who stand before him, all those who have done so much to mentally scar him, in spite of the fact that all of these attacks have failed. Within his visions he sees the victims that are lining up for him to destroy, starting with the most arrogant of souls that will finally be forced to confront reality, the man known as Jack Bull. The supreme being orders him to achieve success the same way as the infidels do for the purpose of stronger messages, so he now begins to see images of the opponents facing him in battle, all in the name of ultimately laying claim to the object known as the EUW Pure Title.
The Scorpion then nips up to his feet in an impressive display of athleticism and begins to walk away from his place of rest. He walks further along the top of the mountain until he comes to a small wooden building, an obvious shelter for climbers in case of bad weather or emergency. Seemingly amused, The Scorpion snickers to himself and quickly kicks the door open as he enters, noticing a candle seated on a small shelf nearby. He quickly produces a match out of his pants pocket and lights the candle to illuminate the shelter. Barren and empty, with a cement floor and two small wooden chairs, the place is obviously unfit for living and only there to provide shelter from the elements. An appropriate level of shallowness, for a shallow structure shall house shallow souls. It is natural that a human spirit would be cowardly and seek to escape nature’s elements while the divine soul would instead embrace the pain due to protection from the holy light of heaven.
In spite of the reality of the barren shelter, The Scorpion seems to be content with its emptiness and sits down on the hard concrete floor. He rests his back against the cold and smooth wall and then leans his head back in a reclined position. He slowly closes his eyes and takes several deep breaths, obviously at peace. He is at peace with his environment and his spirit, for the solitude merely allows more focus. He is shunned as a troglodyte, yet he openly accepts this label, for he would much rather enjoy the loneliness than unwanted human companionship that would serve only to deter his focus from the will of his protector. He is unlike his foes that must be eliminated in the upcoming battle, as he does not need constant praise and admiration, the fact that he is allowed to serve the divine law is all the praise he desires, just as the devoted son only seeks the acceptance of his idolized father.
With his mind at ease, The Scorpion rises to his feet and slowly exits the shelter, slowly blowing out the candle and giving a brief glance back as he walks through the door. He walks back out into the confines of Mother Nature and takes one last look at his surroundings. He breathes deeply as he gazes, obviously contemplating the task placed in front of him by his messiah. He looks to have finally completed his purpose and turns to leave, but not before stopping near the edge of the cliff. Here he takes one last longing gaze at his surroundings, for soon he must depart back to the urban environment where his next battle in the name of righteousness shall commence. However, he knows that shall also return to this wondrous location, for his return shall be a reward granted by god himself upon his successful elimination of the pagan slime. With this comforting thought, he gazes slowly into the sky once more before opening his mouth one last time…
"The time is now for the action to take place. It is here that my endeavor finally is finished and I may please my Holy Father. All those whom I face shall suffer the fate of all the heretics who defy the great word. I am here only for you my father; I am the living embodiment of your holy light. I raise my sword to signal the charge of the light brigade my lord; we shall crush the infidels with the holy power of heaven as our guide! The light consumes everything my father, illuminating the path that this world will walk upon to fulfill destiny and become paradise restored. As the light shines down upon the sea of worthlessness, so shall that same light seek out and destroy all which do not possess the faith. I give them all a chance father, just like you ask. All infidels have one chance at entering purgatory to become pure, yet they refuse due to foolish and ignorant human pride. I gave this chance to all those that have stood against me, however like all the others, they refused. Therefore, they are mine to destroy as I see fit. Jack Bull had the opportunity like all the rest, the gracious chance to abandon his quest to hold on to the symbol known as the EUW Pure Title and accept the condition for sanctity. Yet like always, the tyrant refuses to acknowledge himself on the same level as those he tyrannizes. Therefore, as history tells us, revolution must occur to save the world from a single man’s madness. However, revolution besets revolution, therefore it is here that I must step in and assure that no revolutions form with the intentions of disturbing the natural order and doing even greater harm to Mother Earth. I shall quell the revolt against you my lord and make the world proper for you to work your blessed magic once more. Eden is within our grasps father, I will never let my task die! I live only for you my master, without you I am nothing. All of torment and toil I go through I do in your name. Pain is a temporary feeling that will ultimately go away, however the reward for restoring Eden anew shall last until the end of time. With this knowledge I can fight without restraint, unchained by the normal emotions of a human being cursed with feelings. I shall stand triumphant my lord, on that I swear in the name of the holy faith itself. Blessed is your archangel my father, I shall soon sound the horn to herald your descent! All against me shall fail; henceforth I vow to make the destruction of Jack Bull just another message to be delivered unto the sheep. Witness his pain and repent so that you might not join him in eternal hell. With that said, I must now return and do battle in your name. I hold your blessings over me father, I shall not fail!"
With that said, The Scorpion turns and begins slowly climbing down the mountain, not saying another word until he is completely out of sight…
A feeling or attitude of devoted attachment and affection. The act of binding yourself intellectually or emotionally to a course of action. Faith to a person, ideal, custom, cause, or duty. All definitions to describe the same feeling that all who populate this world fail to maintain. Within the confines of this prison-like reality, none of the sheep possess that which symbolizes eternal prosperity. All of the mindless drones abhor it and fear it. They fear the responsibility that comes with unconditional devotion to cause. They fear the reality of failure that could possibly occur when misfortune falls upon that which they strive to maintain. Because of this, they are denied the trait that could possible make them bearable in the eyes of god once again. Loyalty, a trait that is foreign to those that desire loyalty only to themselves.
The worthless ones that cannot see beyond the smokescreen to the true meaning of all things, the sheep that exist only to give their blood, the cancer that even now seeps away the energy of the planet. Parasites sucking away the life energy of an innocent world, base and ignorant creatures incapable of simple logical comprehension, domesticated monsters at the mercy of their basic instincts. All used to describe the current population of the human race. The ones who live blindly day to day, without reason for existence or justification for their actions. The blind, godless pagans that exist only to demean the very existence of the one that can alleviate the damnation that is inevitable for all residents of a world poisoned by sin. The ones who if allowed to continue on will bring about nothing less than the annihilation of the planet itself.
Yet as the cloud of poison descends over the starlit valley to eradicate all, from deep within shines a bright ray of light. The clouds part and pure air is returned, somehow the crisis has been averted. That same crisis befalls this world now in the form of the coming of Armageddon. That bright ray of light is there as well however, as the light is representative of the holy light of heaven that shines from the heavenly aura of the lord beyond the stars. Faith is that light that shall save the souls of all who are destined to perish as an afterthought in a cloud of poison known to us all as sin. The seraphic radiance shall light the way for the faithful to flee to safety as the world around them becomes purified once again through pillars of fire. While the others burn and die in agony, those close to the lord shall be shielded by the angelic wings due to the sacrifices they have made previously.
However, within the confines of this world as it currently is, that ray of light is unseen. The worthless infidels, the pitiful pawns of the world that are so blissfully ignorant of their own worthlessness. These human beings exist only for themselves without faith or loyalty. They shun the light, instead choosing to embrace their non-existent greatness and power. The ignorant ones choose to embrace the imminent destruction of their souls rather than free themselves from the chains of their harsh master reality by immolating their humanity and embracing the mere opportunity to walk among the gods. Instead of the lord they choose human leaders to embrace. They embrace those that can exhibit dominance over his fellow godless peers. They embrace those who would stand against the only soul that truly represents the will of god.
As the raging fires rise ever so slowly, feeding off the impure blood that flows from the mangled corpses, a select few are spared. Lifted above the flames and held in the loving arms of god, they are spared the wretched and torturous burning of their very flesh. Sinners shall never rest in the care of an angry god and thus only those with loyalty in their sprits shall be spared the damnation that befalls all. The merciful being will shield them from the pain; suffer the slings and arrows of destruction. Yet it all matters not to the savior, for he can feel no pain thanks to his eternal benevolence. Those who have understood his will and sacrificed shall witness this firsthand, all others shall simply perish with the final passing thought of how they could have been spared had they simply disregarded the ignorant concept known as humanity.
As of now, only one such man shall be lifted above the fires and spared due to his unyielding loyalty to god. As sacrifices are performed and prayers spoken, the Holy Father gradually warms to his spirit and begins to allow him the process of purifying his spirit so that he may walk on the ground that is the literal embodiment of purity. As the fires burn away the sin, Mother Earth returns to her former state, the euphoric paradise known as Eden. As Eden rises anew, so forth does a new race of mankind; one that is free of sin and loyal to the one true god. A blissful paradise, free of the pain and suffering associated with earthly life thanks to the complete eradication of sin from within its boundaries. What the infidels would call heaven is the ultimate result of the task I have undertaken in the name of my beloved father.
I am the ultimate killer, the bringer of damnation to the pagans that would dare demean my god. As I walk among the contorted mounds of flesh that comprise my victims, I feel a sense of serenity in knowing that all I do is not for nothing. I enjoy watching the bones break, the screams of agony, the crying of the children. I am steadfast in my endeavor, none shall be spared. As the archangel Gabriel allegedly will sound the horn when the false deity known as Jesus descends upon the realm, I shall herald the arrival of purity in the wake of the lord’s shadow. I stand as the archangel of destruction, preparing for the divine descent. I am purity embodied, I am loyalty supreme. I am the annihilator of damned and the destroyer of life. I am the death scythe that will decapitate all! I am the eternal messenger of the one true god! I am the one that shall sacrifice all souls to the pits of damnation![/i]
Suddenly, the young one's eyes snap open and he leans forward to take several deep breaths. So deeply involved in his meditation and prayer, the young one seems to have momentarily lost his senses. His eyes are wide with shock and his fists are clenched, a clear indication of the intensity with which he prepares to the bidding of god. He quickly regains these lost senses however and casually moves his head from side to side, viewing his surroundings. He glances slowly as the soft wind blows, his eyes viewing nothing but desolation. He sighs and almost smiles, in tune with his self-imposed isolation. He hears the elegy of emptiness within his mind, for here he is one with god in body as well as soul. Devoid of human life momentarily, he may catch a brief glimpse of the paradise that awaits him once his tasks are complete.
He rises and walks slowly, gazing at the mountain peaks that surround him. He walks over slowly to the edge and looks over, gazing down into the valley from high above. It becomes obvious now that the young one has not yet departed for the destination of his upcoming battle, as resides in an area of extreme cold where his breath can clearly been seen escaping from his mouth, a far cry from the urban environment where his next battle lies. Situated on a relatively high mountaintop, the young one here knows that none my disturb him and he shall be one with the greatness of god. Others would find this chosen setting confusing and perhaps even ignorant, yet the young one will gladly battle nature’s elements in order to free himself from the harsh reality of human interaction. In this place the dark soul can be at peace, resting on pure soil untainted by the presence of human feet.
The dark soul sits down near the edge and gazes over the side, allowing the cool wind to hit his face, an action which triggers a recurrence of the memories he seeks to thrust into darkness forever. Gone are the thoughts of his meditation, instead replaced with the calming effects of a past lost to him. He gazes into his right palm, analyzing it, almost trying to read the subliminal message it recites to him. He recalls the only ones that shall be spared thus far. He recalls his followers, the ones who shall be allowed to enter the pearly gates. He thinks now of the damned souls that would dare impede Eden's revival. He thinks of the worthless ones that seek to demean his god and stop the inevitable. He thinks primarily of the evil ones that he must vanquish in his upcoming battlefield laid before him. He continues these same thoughts as he opens his mouth to speak aloud with god…
"It continues on without fail father, the pagan ones continually seek to deny the clear and omnipotent truth. They would say my message is one of repetition, however do not the most powerful of messages exist with consistency? It is my duty to speak the will of god, regardless of human desire to listen. No matter the instinctive desire, the message of the lord will be heard. Even now it continues dear messiah; even now they continue to find ever more creative brands of denial. This one named Jack Bull in particular attacks your son’s eternal credibility, trying vainly to somehow downplay the imperativeness of the divine will. However what can one expect of those who hold loyalty not to the messiah or society, but instead only to themselves? Is it not natural for the inherently selfish to act in selfish ways? Though let it be said that the true reasons for this particular disillusionment is not one of arrogance but of fear. Fear that his time is drawing to a close. Fear of falling in defeat at the hands of golden angel. Fear of losing this encounter and opening the way for my obtaining of the beloved symbol of power known as the EUW Pure Title. I can see it Holy Father, I can see that change that my enemies are undergoing. I see the fiery passion fading from the eyes, the arrogant aura that permeates the environment slowly dissipating into nothingness. The change has started and there is no way to stop it. This one called Jack Bull might continue to preach of a lack of fear and supposed greatness; however the divine eyes see all. I find it ironic my lord, for as one who would denounce the holy will as hollow or repetitive, why does he see fit to constantly announce their own power? Actually, the more pertinent question is whether he is trying to convince your messenger or his peers. Dear lord, your eternal vision sees the truth; you know the reality of these actions. It is only natural after all. Human beings are base and instinctive; they often act without conscious effort. Therefore, we can only come to expect such hesitation and denial before such a magnanimous battle. When one is faced with the reality of losing all that he believes in, it is the basic reaction to immediately deny reality and valiantly, but also vainly, attempt to find some means of damaging the credibility of the truth. It is the most basic of all animal instincts; however it is also a clear representation of human weakness. For the divine does not rely on instinct, as his way is made clear by the golden light. Through this I shall triumph, for I am guided whereas the ones battling me such as the one called Jack Bull are not. Watch closely now as I demonstrate the true power of a saved soul.”
With his message completed, the black soul known as The Scorpion closes his eyes and once again enters into beloved prayer to his father. His face a still frame, he remains a statue of human flesh, devoid of emotion or feeling, existing only for his dear faith. He knows in his mind that he is protected by the holy spirit of god. He understands that he must be absolutely emotionless if he is to perform his tasks perfectly. With this understanding the young one ceases to be a human and instead become a machine. A soulless, compassionless machine that exists only to eradicate the damned souls of the infidels which refuse to accept the saving grace of the lord. Humanity is merely a synonym for weakness; therefore the strong must not hold humanity, as it is impossible for one to be both strong and weak. Clearly, one must thusly be inhumane to be strong.
The eyes reopen with an invigorated sense of psychosis that is fueled only by the deepest recesses of hatred that a living soul can bear. The seething rage that exists inside of a soul that has been shunned by the very society that created him. The eternal anger at the world so cold that it saw it as necessary to destroy any semblance of happiness that the young one tried to possess. The disgust that he bears towards a race of beings that abuse the gifts of god, mindlessly abusing and killing the planet for their own selfish desires, without the slightest hint of remorse or gratitude. The eyes tell the story, for they are the window to a man's very soul. The eyes tell the true intentions of the man in black who heralds the arrival of a new tomorrow. The eyes tell all that the very demon society created shall now be the one to bring forth its destruction.
The Scorpion slowly rises to his feet and slides out of the trademark black trench coat, allowing the cool wind to be felt on his upper body, which is covered only by a common black muscle shirt. As the glassy eyes scour the surroundings once more, they find their way once more to the surrounding cliffs. The eyes squint slightly at the sight of the monuments of nature, a testament to the power that Mother Nature possesses to create such grand, natural obelisks. The same eyes that delve into the core of tortured memories and psychotic rage now yield way to a scene of serene beauty. A scene of worldly paradise, free from the pain associated with human interaction. The eyes tell all to the world, and it has become clear that the eyes lit by the light of heaven are capable of seeing more than a mere human being could ever envision in hopes or dreams.
Hopes and dreams? Mere fuels for the smokescreens of modern society. A truly righteous mind does not know where hopes and dreams come from, as there are offset from the strength of the individual spirit. A being that lives without unabridged loyalty to the faith is destined to have an impure and weak spirit, which shall ultimately be the catalyst that triggers their destruction. The worthless ones, they actually believe they can challenge the will of our lord and savior. Why do they not simply see the glory and greatness of his will? Why are they so blinded by their ignorant and selfish system of beliefs? Why do they refuse to save this world and instead know the glory of paradise in the afterlife? Why must they decide their own fates by being so foolhardy and unable to comprehend greatness?
The messenger of god continues to think these thoughts in his holy mind as he breaks his gazes off from the mountain peaks and returns to the center of the cliff upon which he resides. He walks at a brisk pace, obviously intent on arriving at his destination as quickly as possible so that he might once again understand the subliminal messages places before him by his father in the heavens. Once there he kneels to the ground and manages to scoop up a handful of dirt. With this done, they young one drops to one knee and simply analyzes the soil resting in his hand, as if trying to comprehend the wonderful gift nature grants the planet in the form of such a seemingly bland and unappealing substance. He now continues to stare at the dirt and feels with his fingers before opening his mouth to speak once more…
"Look at it. The blessings of the lord upon this undeserving planet. The very essence of a pure and untarnished world, for from the soil shall grow plants, which shall produce oxygen, which in turn shall promote the development of human life, who proceed to develop into society, which then proceeds to turn on its creator and destroy it with their wretched impurities. All of those resisting me were produced via this formula; even the one called Jack Bull, no matter how greatly he might wish to believe that he is different from any of the others. Nay, everyone on this miserable world was made this way with no exceptions. Even I came to fruition via this formula, however I am different. I am different from the worthless masses that seek to destroy without reason or justification. I am different from those who are not guided by the holy light of god. I am different. All of the converted are different. The difference lies within the very core of our spirits. Since we have acknowledged our natural weaknesses and given our souls over to the protection of the one true god, we have transcended normal humanity and embraced the eternal legacy of immortality. We have sacrificed our humanity, but in return have gained the blessings and powers of the gods. Through this blessing we are granted the power of the angels, the divine fury that is perpetrated by our actions. The gods’ anger shall be manifested in action, not the least of which being when I slaughter all those before and then eventually lay claim to the symbol known as the EUW Pure Title. These simple facts shall be the source of the eternal destruction of any who would not attempt to save Mother Earth. Some have understood and embraced the faith, denying the shallow nature of humanity and instead embracing the eternal life granted through loyalty to the savior. However, the ones standing against me such as Jack Bull did not understand and thus must be made to suffer for it. The wretched ones standing before me as enemies chose to disregard sanctity and instead become the leaders of a campaign to spread heresy against the word of god. I fight solely in the name of god; therefore I will not allow defeat to befall me. I am one with the messiah himself and hold his powers within me. I am the archangel of destruction that shall sound the horn to signal the arrival of the flames that will purify a sinful world. I am the alpha and omega of existence for all. I am the monster that all people fear in their nightmares. As I invoke the nightmares my sphere of influence grows. There is no stopping it; soon we shall own all…"
The black heart then throws the dirt back to the ground now and spreads his arms in prayer to the lord. His eyes snap shut and he remains absolutely still in a position of utmost reverence and praise. He nods his head slightly only once or twice the entire time, making sure to acknowledge the instructions being given to him by his lord. Amazingly he maintains a position of absolute stillness, despite the natural strain that his body weight must be placing upon his knees. Yet this is simply common practice for one in tune with the grace of god, another small sacrifice made for the purpose of emphasizing his eternal devotion. No matter what pain or inconvenience, it shall be done to praise the legitimacy of the divine law. He finally breaks the trance over him and immediately falls backwards, sprawling out onto the ground.
The young man closes his eyes and immediately sees the visions being created in his mind. Visions of his past victims and of his future converts. He sees the ruthlessness he has shown in the past and his reason for existence in the future. He envisions the sadistic smile that will come over his faith once he eliminates all who stand before him, all those who have done so much to mentally scar him, in spite of the fact that all of these attacks have failed. Within his visions he sees the victims that are lining up for him to destroy, starting with the most arrogant of souls that will finally be forced to confront reality, the man known as Jack Bull. The supreme being orders him to achieve success the same way as the infidels do for the purpose of stronger messages, so he now begins to see images of the opponents facing him in battle, all in the name of ultimately laying claim to the object known as the EUW Pure Title.
The Scorpion then nips up to his feet in an impressive display of athleticism and begins to walk away from his place of rest. He walks further along the top of the mountain until he comes to a small wooden building, an obvious shelter for climbers in case of bad weather or emergency. Seemingly amused, The Scorpion snickers to himself and quickly kicks the door open as he enters, noticing a candle seated on a small shelf nearby. He quickly produces a match out of his pants pocket and lights the candle to illuminate the shelter. Barren and empty, with a cement floor and two small wooden chairs, the place is obviously unfit for living and only there to provide shelter from the elements. An appropriate level of shallowness, for a shallow structure shall house shallow souls. It is natural that a human spirit would be cowardly and seek to escape nature’s elements while the divine soul would instead embrace the pain due to protection from the holy light of heaven.
In spite of the reality of the barren shelter, The Scorpion seems to be content with its emptiness and sits down on the hard concrete floor. He rests his back against the cold and smooth wall and then leans his head back in a reclined position. He slowly closes his eyes and takes several deep breaths, obviously at peace. He is at peace with his environment and his spirit, for the solitude merely allows more focus. He is shunned as a troglodyte, yet he openly accepts this label, for he would much rather enjoy the loneliness than unwanted human companionship that would serve only to deter his focus from the will of his protector. He is unlike his foes that must be eliminated in the upcoming battle, as he does not need constant praise and admiration, the fact that he is allowed to serve the divine law is all the praise he desires, just as the devoted son only seeks the acceptance of his idolized father.
With his mind at ease, The Scorpion rises to his feet and slowly exits the shelter, slowly blowing out the candle and giving a brief glance back as he walks through the door. He walks back out into the confines of Mother Nature and takes one last look at his surroundings. He breathes deeply as he gazes, obviously contemplating the task placed in front of him by his messiah. He looks to have finally completed his purpose and turns to leave, but not before stopping near the edge of the cliff. Here he takes one last longing gaze at his surroundings, for soon he must depart back to the urban environment where his next battle in the name of righteousness shall commence. However, he knows that shall also return to this wondrous location, for his return shall be a reward granted by god himself upon his successful elimination of the pagan slime. With this comforting thought, he gazes slowly into the sky once more before opening his mouth one last time…
"The time is now for the action to take place. It is here that my endeavor finally is finished and I may please my Holy Father. All those whom I face shall suffer the fate of all the heretics who defy the great word. I am here only for you my father; I am the living embodiment of your holy light. I raise my sword to signal the charge of the light brigade my lord; we shall crush the infidels with the holy power of heaven as our guide! The light consumes everything my father, illuminating the path that this world will walk upon to fulfill destiny and become paradise restored. As the light shines down upon the sea of worthlessness, so shall that same light seek out and destroy all which do not possess the faith. I give them all a chance father, just like you ask. All infidels have one chance at entering purgatory to become pure, yet they refuse due to foolish and ignorant human pride. I gave this chance to all those that have stood against me, however like all the others, they refused. Therefore, they are mine to destroy as I see fit. Jack Bull had the opportunity like all the rest, the gracious chance to abandon his quest to hold on to the symbol known as the EUW Pure Title and accept the condition for sanctity. Yet like always, the tyrant refuses to acknowledge himself on the same level as those he tyrannizes. Therefore, as history tells us, revolution must occur to save the world from a single man’s madness. However, revolution besets revolution, therefore it is here that I must step in and assure that no revolutions form with the intentions of disturbing the natural order and doing even greater harm to Mother Earth. I shall quell the revolt against you my lord and make the world proper for you to work your blessed magic once more. Eden is within our grasps father, I will never let my task die! I live only for you my master, without you I am nothing. All of torment and toil I go through I do in your name. Pain is a temporary feeling that will ultimately go away, however the reward for restoring Eden anew shall last until the end of time. With this knowledge I can fight without restraint, unchained by the normal emotions of a human being cursed with feelings. I shall stand triumphant my lord, on that I swear in the name of the holy faith itself. Blessed is your archangel my father, I shall soon sound the horn to herald your descent! All against me shall fail; henceforth I vow to make the destruction of Jack Bull just another message to be delivered unto the sheep. Witness his pain and repent so that you might not join him in eternal hell. With that said, I must now return and do battle in your name. I hold your blessings over me father, I shall not fail!"
With that said, The Scorpion turns and begins slowly climbing down the mountain, not saying another word until he is completely out of sight…
