The eerie serenity plays across for but a few moments, the singular light hanging above, the flickering of dust riding the waves of illumination. The growl of a beast, the dying of humanity. White fades to black, which slowly bleeds grey. What has become of us? Death is the release. Death is the ideology we all kneel to. Death is.......
It's fighting and clawing out of me!
Are you real?
I am not human.
Forgive..........me.
What is in my head?
The voice....it becomes nothing more than the scratchy tone of a man losing all that remains of him. A screech scratches through the air as something falls to the edge of the light, just inches away as if the pain comes from the illumination itself.
What is in my head?
What is in your head?
What is in my head?
What is in your head?
The death of humanity. It lets loose it's finality. The blood curdles in his throat. They are not human. Sacrifice the livelihood of man. Become what they ultimately fear. Become the Omega. Redeem the broken.
What is in my head?
I am in your head!
With the destruction of light, the beast leaps forward. The blood drawn on his face like a warrior's paint. Eyes that once held the gleam of intelligence is gone. Angels shall sin. Demons shall pray. All hope lost. Forgive me. I am not human. God shall not save you. For God shall perish by the blood drenched hands. Forgive me. Please..........just let me die. The voice, ever so weak, fades away with every moment. The legacy of it's beholder becoming fainter as the minute hand moves. Nothing exists in this life anymore. What once was known, now is lost, perhaps forever. The hero left them to rot. Ever his pride make way for the coming of fragility. He cannot stop the death of hope. The last bastion shall fall.
A scene of black and white slowly awakens. The past must forever be remembered. Our future remains to fully be understood by what has come before. The figure they all had figured out. Reduced to a mad man in a straight jacket. What once was, shall become reality again. He tosses and turns in his padded sanctuary, his binding cutting into his flesh as the "saviors" huddle around the gate of his given kingdom. Only his thoughts could keep him company in his throne room, yet the madness sinks in deeper. He slams against the walls, crying out to be free. The saviors in white walk in, the two large ones grab him and throw him across the room. The pain no longer remains on this plane of existence. The pride had been broken out of him. Where was she? The saint that held the pieces together. Abandoned, the feral nature had become to withstand.
Stain the white with red.
Cover the walls with their entrails.
You are not my saviors!
You believe yourself gods.
I shall tear your wings away.
And watch as you fall.
I am not human!
I am the Annihilation of all.
The saviors were broken. Their healing causing a mind destroyed. The palace they gave him became their trap. He was no longer their experiment. He was their absolution. He broke them with the rage of a man lost to the depths of Chaos. The gate had been shattered. May they have mercy upon their souls. And in the darkness, he rocked back and forth, time laying waste to ashes. The eternal clock ticking in his mind. Tears shed try to enrich the earth. They stand on top of bleak cement. Despair, the everlasting. Innocence had come for but the briefest of moments, only to bow to the beckoning of the savagery. Beaten back into submission, the despondent accepts his chain and cuffs. Let the fractures spread throughout, they shall reveal the dark truth.
They say you were never real.
You look at me and whisper bliss in my ear.
I cannot ask for help from angels as they hide their fangs.
Behind the veil of their lies!
Cursed be the temptress.
She hides the path in darkness.
Traps forever ensnaring the helpless.
I will have none of the promised land.
Ty! What are you doing?!
The voice of her. The voice of the calming. There is no effect. As time spins forward the clockwork, the palace in ruination. Shatter the glass and cast it upon the ground. Let the collapse become one. Embrace the cold hearted. She comes as the healing wind. There are no wounds to be found. They have become the strength. Take back what is his. She is of no concern. Just another useless voice. Discard the forgotten. Remember the shell that surrounds. It is the only respite. Sacrifice the maiden. There is no knight for her. Only the end of the blade shall end this cursed fallacy.
They came for our voice and tried to take it away.
Whatever has happened, I can help you. Come home.
I won't be beaten or broken.
I'll reclaim what was stolen.
He holds what the gods desire.
A golden chain that drags.
Him down further into the dark waters.
Let me help you Ty. Please. What has happened to you?
This is who I have become
What once was weak, is now strong!
Imperfections riddle the earth.
I shall carve them out.
Watch as what you once knew.
Becomes nothing but a distant memory.
He could feel what was warmth become cold. She was not his savior. She was the adulteress that started this all. Abandoned by the imperfect angel. The demon awakens. Steel held back the furious nature of the beast. His eyes held the soul of hate as his fangs sank in around the bars of his cage This is what he had become now. Pity upon those that held what was his. Her hands reached through and placed upon his face. Little girl, she plays with the fire of a thousand suns. He recoils at the compassion. Burn it all down. This was his palace. Let the solace be his only remorse. The bleakness of the shadows grab him, and soon he finds himself hidden, a roar released as the only warning.
Ty.....please. Your match with Tastic.
Another roar, the feral had become real. The false god had escaped his rightful judgement. The cunning had failed. There was only one route to take. The false god would become the meal he feasted upon, his blood becoming the wine to complete the serenade of broken bodies. The rapture held little dissonance, for they only knew what was upon the mortal plane. The shedding of the meek, and the dominance of the strong. Lead him to his cage, watch the prideful beg upon his knees.
Their god has fallen from grace.
Scatter the ashes and shatter the bones.
I reclaim my rightful place on the throne.
Their god's eyes lie in the devil's hands.
We are the children of death.
Born to wander with purpose.
Spread the plague.
Smother the fire inside.
Hope has become suffocation.
They shall all follow the pied piper to their crucifixions.
She had withdrawn. Her hands shook at the notions. The clockwork spins more and soon she was gone. Abandoned again. There was nothing left to save. He was not him. He was never him. He was the one they feared. His claws would render the idol's flesh and paint the cage walls with it. Lay the road with brittle bone. He shall hear the cracking of his morals.
We will live and die alone.
I shall live and see the world.
Take it's final breath.
You are not a hero. You are not a martyr.
You took your chances, I shall dig your grave.
You are the masses, you cannot be saved.
There are no mourners, they cannot mourn you.
Voices become one in unison. Dragged out from their resistance, they are forced to comply. For even the most sinister falls upon the devastation. Fall upon their knees, the weakest weeps as the stronger swallows back his pride. The feared become the prisoners. For there will be nothing left for them. Tremble at the feet of the bloodthirsty. The horror shall spread throughout. Forgive us........for we are not human.
Wallow in your sorrow.
I shall be the one to begin the drowning.
For the moon reflects the blood.
Of the one they call hero.
Frozen in fear you shall fall to the fate.
The toy broken, the children shall cry.
And their everlasting grief.
Will be your failure's chorus.
Prey upon the grace and wickedness.
Everything shall become grey.
I have stolen the innocence of humanity.
Forgive me. I am not human.
I have become....
The beast lashes out one final time, his teeth digging deep into the steel guard of his home. The breath grows heavy, as the time draws nearer. All shall be laid to waste. Everything shall whither and perish. We cannot stop it. Forgive us. We have become....
Desecration.
