Post by Sephiroth du Lac on Jan 11, 2010 10:51:26 GMT -6
((Authors Notes: San Juan Capistrano is about 8 hours away from San Jose, California. It is a beautiful Mission and was very popular as a stop for travelers and sight seers. It is also reported to be haunted. There are reports of a native american girl seen near her memorial. Also the sound of children crying have been reported in the crowded graveyard at the site. Shadow people are also seen frequently around the mission.))
"'Relax,' said the night man,
'We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave!"
- The Eagles, Hotel California
"'Relax,' said the night man,
'We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave!"
- The Eagles, Hotel California
*The camera falls on the beautiful sight of San Juan Capistrano, one of the most renowned spanish missions in the country. It's beautiful cracked walls and gardens have delighted tourists and locals alike for many years. It is also here, as dusk falls, another stands in awe of it's grandious structure. The figure in black moves slowly, his pale platinum hair glistening in the last lingering light f day. The clacking of his cane resounding on the cobble stoned pathways of the mission. As he steps toward a small graveyard site. He reaches down at a nearby gravestone wiping the grit away from the bleached white stone. His face is pale and somber as he drops to a single knee and closes his emerald green eyes. With a simple quick breath he muttered in hushed tones.*
Man: May unus supremus ostendo misericordia in vos. May vos reperio sileo. May vestri animus reperio pacis tandem in complexo of sanctus abbas. (Latin Subtitle: May the one above show mercy on you. May you find rest. May your soul find peace at last in the embrace of the holy father.)
*With that he stands finally revealing himself as the mysterious man known only as Sephiroth du Lac. His eyes gleam in the moonlight, sparkling and dazzling as he shifts himself before the grave. Somewhere a faint sound is heard at first almost inaudible but then faint. The faint sound of crying, as of that of a child. Seph merely smiles softly his eyes closing as he breaths deep the night air or maybe it's the very dark energy that this place exudes. At length he turns to the camera and his eyes open once more as a look of savored satisfaction crosses his face.*
Seph: Death is the one thing that we have in common. Poor and rich, weak and strong, commoner or nobility. It is the great equalizer. It has no respect of age. No biased to the beautiful or ugly. It cannot be bought. It cannot be stopped only stayed for a little while. Death stalks us every moment of every day waiting to strike like a tiger among the reeds and we are helpless to stop him and when the races of man, both kindred and kine alike, are no more death will go on. Death is eternal.
*Seph then turns to the camera and lowers his head. His eyes beginning to reflect the light of the moon. His smile twisted and dark as it creeps across his face.*
Seph: As am I.
*He tilts his head back again letting the moonlight paint his face with pale light. He begins to walk slowly back up the path away from the graveyard and as the camera pans to the front of him as he walks he begins to wax eloquent speaking to the camera with a confidence and calm exuded only by one who centuries of victory have left supremely self assured.*
Seph: This past week I showed the world my skills. I took on four of the best they could offer and left them all lying in the ring. Five men entered and at the end all that was left was four broken bodies on the ground. This week however it is not four other men it is but one. Dark Horse, we are kindred spirits, you and I. We both frequent the lost dark places in the cracks of the world. We both harbor no illusions of humanity. We are what we are and that my friend is one thing. We are creatures of the night. We are the eternal. For when everything else is gone and dead the darkness shall remain and devour this world. We are not claimed by death but by life and so when life is extinguished all that will remain, all that will be left is men like you...
*He points to the camera then drops his head in a dark chuckle before going on.*
Seph: ... and me.
*He then chuckles softly to himself once more as he stands before the front of the building the beautiful cracked columns of the mission. He admires the facade for a brief second before turning once more to the camera with a dark twisted smile*
Seph: But that is another time. Another place. Gehenna is far from it's apex despite what my fellow kindred believe. No, we are in the here and now and right now you and I are enemies. Competitors. Rivals for the approval of creatures that are little more than cattle to me and little more than the buzzing of flies to you. We are of like mind, Dark Horse, that is true I am sure. But we are far from the same. For you see I am not like most men. I am unlike anything you've ever known before or since. You want to know what I am, Dark Horse? I will tell you. I...
*He drops his head and bares his fangs in a gleaming menacing smile*
Seph: ... am a predator. I am the perfect example of survival of the fittest. The highest link on the food chain and you are simply not. You for all your darkness are little more to me then them. Weak pathetic wastes of life who have no more pride or honor as a vagabond whore and while we share darkness we will not share victory. For I assure you I unlike many others you have faced will not fall simply to the dark. I thrive in the dark places men fear to tread. No, the darkness you rely on so much will not save you. It cannot help you. For what can the damned truly do against the damned? And when it's all said and done the only thing that shall be left is the one thing I live for...
*Seph licks his lips slowly accentuating the craving that is in his eyes and as his tongue retreats back into his fanged maw only one word escapes his lips.*
Seph: Blood.
*As his face twists into a smirk a shadowy figure moves behind him. Suddenly he jerks his head back and with a quiet sudden serenity he moves to where the figure moved. He stands among the columns and looks back and forth satisfying his curiosity. At length he moves forward toward the large doors and opens them into the main chapel of the mission. He stares at the simple cross and looks at the candles lit for the souls of the departed. He walks to them and smiles as the camera then focuses forward to his face. The glow of the candles reflected upon his pale skin and menacing reflective eyes.*
Seph: Death comes for every man. Even I will one day fall to it's embrace.
*He runs his hand along a candle's flame and a sudden burst of imagery flashes. That of a woman falling of flames lapping at the face of another. Countless faces covered in blood and locked in looks of terror and fright. Suddenly it stops and a single candle is then shown being lit as Seph himself lights one.*
Seph: We will all die one day. But the darkness will live on.
*His eyes stare into the camera and with a somber serious look he stares coldly almost as if through to the very man he faces this week himself and says in a simple cold tone.*
Seph: With or without you.
*With that he waves his hand and one by one the candles die as if from a great breeze and all that is left is void and darkness. As the scene fades to black.*