Senseless brutality. All involved have felt the wrath of Desecration. There is no one left to oppose him now. The weak is dead. The underdog thrown from the kennel. The Emperor laid out, slain by his own allies. The hero escaped once more, believing his fight for his own mortality over. He is sadly mistaken. He fails to realize the toll taken upon his life. He now looks to the lesser Dragon for help. His scales will be ripped away, his fire extinguished by an even greater flame. Nothing has changed. Nothing. Yet, it will not be the beast that slays the hero. The damage has been done. He is prone, and now, the Angel of Death swoops in, his scythe aimed for the neck.
Ty: You know full well what is at stake now.
Now is the time to strike.
I have done all I can for you now.
Though I shall be right by your side.
Do not concern yourself with the fate of the siren.
She has been silenced permanently.
The protege had grown into the next challenger. He has usurped his opportunity. Yet there is no anger. He was the one to drive the final dagger in the back of the condescending. The Emperor falls without the opportunity to defend his kingdom, his castle walls destroyed from within. To take the support of the unholy for granted, he had paid the ultimate price.
Dorian: The path has cleared. The Exodus of the worms shall begin. It has become clear to me now what must be done. I shall ascend, and the land consumed in darkness.
Ty: The hero has proven more difficult then expected. Though he holds what we want, it shall soon be ripped away from his cold hands. Dorian! You have done well under the tutelage of Chaos. Chaos is dead. Order shall soon follow it's path. You shall be the one to cast the final blow, leading us all to the scarred earth so deserved of this wretched place.
Dorian: The champion is nothing. I have broken him once before, and I shall do so again. What of his slob of a friend? The pet dragon? And what of Constantine? Surely they will all target us for what has happened.
Ty: In due time Dorian. For now you shall focus on the prophecy laid before you. I shall render all enemies to the gnashing teeth of hell. They shall not reach the desecrated altar you have set.
The beast and the Angel of Death walked through the blackened lands, the molten fire flows past them while the eerie silence overtakes them both. He shall step aside, become the guardian over the one foretold to destroy the hero. Though the Ouija was dead, it's effects were still felt upon the beast. Laughter slowly emanates from him, his hand reaching into the fire and running through it like water.
Ty: For now, we shall take on Cerberus. The three headed dog of hell. What do they know of hell Dorian? What do they know of the suffering their name sake supposedly guards? We both know the answer to such things Dorian. They do not see the pain you hide in your eyes. The struggle to come to achieve meaning in this world that discarded you without so much as a thought.
Dorian: Beauty, they revel in their own decadence and narcissism. What better way then to bloody their faces and see the truth within the mirror? They shall see the scars that line their psyche, their fears showing who they truly are.
Ty: Mirrors reflect only what they wish to see. A shattered mirror will reveal the broken. Cut one head off, the other two will falter. They fill their minds with their own boastful ways. Let us be the ones to bring them back to a reality we have set forth for them. Let them see what hell truly is!
Dorian: They shall be the first sacrifice on the way to destroying Matt Tastic.
Ty: Indeed they shall. But I must warn you now Dorian.
The beast stops midstep and turns towards the Angel of Death. A sick grin forms on the face of Desecration.
Ty: Nothing will survive. No one shall live to see the day you break the spine of the hero beneath your feet. The two beasts shall bring upon the world a death that even God himself will weep from. Are you prepared to bring upon such savagery?
The Angel of Death, a man of no emotion, yet the mention of the Apocalypse, his own personal Ragnarok, his mind salivates at the thought. A smile slowly forms on his face, as the beast lifts his head up slowly, feeding off the malicious energy.
Dorian: In fire, he shall become Death.
Ty: Forgive us Cerberus. There shall be no beauty in pain. For there shall only be.
Desecration.
Tyrone: What.....what in the hell?
I awoke in a broken alley, garbage strewn all over. The smell overloaded my senses as I struggled to pull myself off. These clothes, these were the same ones I wore that fateful night. But....The Harbinger. Arianna. Where were they? The beast....that night. Arianna... I slammed my fist against the wall, blood immediately splattering on my hand as I did so.
Tyrone: Now what do I do? I'm free...but I don't know why.
I turned and slowly made my way out of the alley, stumbling along the dark ground. The pitter patter of blood dripping can be heard, the street light my only beacon. As I entered the street, I looked around, not a soul in sight. Of course. This part of town, wait.....I realized then I was back on the streets. My streets. This was Cleveland. I was home.
Tyrone: Shit.....
I turned left, as if my legs were walking on instinct. Soon I came across a dive bar, memories flooding back to me from years past. I rubbed my wrists, the shackles of my imprisonment gone. Without a second thought I walked in and took a seat at the end of the bar, only one other drunk that was already passed out. As the bartender walked past I ordered a whiskey sour.
Tyrone: Been awhile man... but what's next? I got what I want finally, but I can feel like I gotta do something.
I downed the drink quickly, surprisingly leaving just enough money on the counter for my drink. I walked outside, throwing my hood over my head as the rain began to come down. It had been too many years, I had no home, Anthony was dead, and no sign of Arianna. As I reached into my pockets, I realize I had no cigarettes. I turn back towards the bar, but as I do the door closes and the lights flicker off.
Tyrone: Figures as much.....
I knew then what I had to do. This bastard that's caused me all this pain. All this suffering. It was time for him to pay. The beast is going to meet the bottom of my boot, and I'll cave his fucking face in. He might be this mystical piece of garbage who feels no pain...
Tyrone: But he's sure as fuck going to be crying for me to stop when I'm done. Time to go to work. But first. Where the hell's the gas station?
I sighed as I began making my way down the street, the rain cleansing the guilt that I had on my shoulders for so long. I would make it right. I would find Arianna. Right after I get cigarettes.