Post by Sephiroth du Lac on Jan 15, 2010 22:57:59 GMT -6
((Author's Note: My apologies for the lateness of my post. With everything that has gone on today it was difficult to post. Please forgive the lateness of my reply.))
"Thou art the anointed cherub that covereth; and I have set thee so: thou wast upon the holy mountain of God; thou hast walked up and down in the midst of the stones of fire.
Thou wast perfect in thy ways from the day that thou wast created, till iniquity was found in thee."
- Ezekiel 28:14-15 KJV
"Thou art the anointed cherub that covereth; and I have set thee so: thou wast upon the holy mountain of God; thou hast walked up and down in the midst of the stones of fire.
Thou wast perfect in thy ways from the day that thou wast created, till iniquity was found in thee."
- Ezekiel 28:14-15 KJV
*The camera falls on the interior of an old rundown church somewhere in an unknown location. In this strange desecrated house of God the walls are covered in the remnence of decay. Graffiti and vandalism mark the once sacred house of God. On a nearby altar flickering candle light shows as a single candle fights the lone darkness of the room. The night air blows cold through the cracked stain glass windows. The statues of saints sit in silence; eternally vigilant even as the splendor around them turns to rust and ruin. Rats run along the decaying beams and ancient pews and all around the sight of dust, cobwebs and mold fill the air. Above a simple altar where a single candle flickers sits a hanging christ. His arms bound and pierced into the cross. The roof above him has collapsed and a gentle rain falls upon his form; making rain droplets form tears upon the weathered icon. Beneath this scene of sadness and ruin. Beneath a simple altar in this former place of worship a single strange parishioner sits in lonely prayer. His pale hair and skin shine in the light of the candle. His black clothes draped like black angel's wings around him. He is the fallen one. He is Sephiroth du Lac and tonight he is the whisper in the storm. As the camera pans close to him. We hear his urgent plea.*
Seph: Carus Uranicus Abbas , EGO scisco vestri humilis venia. EGO have sinned obviam vos multiplex. EGO have pessum ire vestri partum. EGO have orator obviam vos. EGO have perfectus res unspeakable. Unforgivable sins quod haud letalis vir may teneo. Tamen EGO teneo ut illic est venia sententia is eram denied mihi. EGO teneo ut nostrum pius could exsisto redemptor. Permissum vestri filius Saulot , sileo senior. Permissum him teneo pacis ut est denied ceteri nostri vomica cruor , quod permissum suus occisor sapor of vestri justicia. Trucido Invado quod permissum suum cruor exsisto vexo ut libido. Permissum terra voro lemma , Senior. Permissum seas spit lemma sicco. Permissum haud pius vox exsisto orator of lemma. Tribuo lemma misericordia they pluo Saulot ut dies. EGO queso vos Senior of totus partum. Reservo meus populus. Pro sic did Diabolus expertus Officium per vomica quod dolor. Permissum nostrum vomica probo vires of vestri manus manus. In vestri uranicus nomen , EGO precor. Amen. (Translation: Dear Heavenly Father, I ask your humble forgiveness. I have sinned against you many times. I have destroyed your creation. I have spoken against you. I have done things unspeakable. Unforgivable sins which no mortal man may know. But I know that there is forgiveness though it was denied me. I know that our kind could be redeemed. Let your son, Saulot, rest lord. Let him know the peace that is denied the others of our cursed blood, and let his murderers taste of your justice. Slay the Usurpers and let their blood be tossed to the whims. Let the land swallow them, Lord. Let the seas spit them out. Let no kind word be spoken of them. Give them the mercy they showed Saulot that day. I beseech you Lord of all creation. Preserve my people. For so did Satan test Job with plague and misery. Let our curse prove the might of your hand. In your heavenly name, I pray. Amen.)
*With this he rises slowly to his feet. Looking up with determined eyes he glances up at the cross and crosses his arms in a silent penitent prayer. The catholic blessing bestowed upon himself he turns to the camera and with dark shadowy features of a dim lone candle he speaks softly to his unseen audience.*
Seph: You claim to know much about me, Dark Horse. You claim to have been there. To have witnessed that which no mortal eyes have seen. You speak to me of familiar things. Things which lie in the past and are long since lost to the sands of time. You speak to me of the battles I fought. I fought in many, I admit. Many against the very cursed beings I now call my brethren. My kindred. You speak to me of Jerusalem and of the teachings of Saulot. Of the peace I found there. The peace which I relinquished. You speak of things that no normal mortal man could ever know about me. But there is something I feel I should tell you. Something I feel you should know as one gentleman of our kind to another.
*Seph dips his head down and then raises it back up peering through the strands of long hair which now drape around his angelic face and with a low animalistic growl in his voice he speaks with dark intent.*
Seph: It won't save you.
*Seph brings a quick smirk across his face. A sneer of self righteousness. A smug look that seems to both challenge and sicken his opponent.*
Seph: You speak of darkness as some sort of unstoppable force. An entity of eternal power and endless awesome might. In truth you speak only as a servant, doting upon the greatness of it's master. You are a carnival barker urging people to believe in your cheap trickery. To pay the price to stand in awe and amazement at your pitiful presentations. The truth is you are merely a vessel. A bowl in which your dark power pours it's essence. You are no more in control of your own existence than you are of mine and that is why your words do not harm me. You have been shown my past. You have tread with me in many forms all through out my existence. You know so much yet your master hides the important things from you. He alters the truth. He speaks to you in whispers when he should speak in thunderous roars. Your power is nothing more than a parasite feeding off you. Giving you no benefit save for blind faith and that is why you fail.
*Sephiroth stops and walks forward turning toward an almost intact window bearing the depiction of an angel surrounded by light*
Seph: Behold, Lucifer. The light bringer. The one who rose against his maker. The one who cried for liberty. You see angels had no will. They could not sin until the day one arose from the seat of the throne. Lucifer, god's most beloved stood defiant asking why should his kind be forced to serve. This challenge stirred an uprising. A seed of rebellion that tore the heavenly host apart. At length God rose up and held his hand. As the fighting suddenly died he decreed that those who rebelled would be punished. For this they were cast down to the earth. Never to look upon the glory of heaven once more. But as other angels wept Lucifer sat in contemplation and when God made man Lucifer saw his chance and with the help of the serpent introduced sin into this world. And so with his defiance Lucifer became a ruler of his own domain, and thus proved tis better to rule in hell than serve in heaven.
*Sephiroth turned from the depiction to the camera his eyes gleaming in the flickering light*
Seph: What does this tell us? That even the most powerful being in the universe may still fail or at least allow flaws unto their creation. You are like an angel of darkness, Dark Horse. Your hands outstretched to conquer all you survey. Your master rules over much. It's power is immense and in truth I admit out of all my opponents before or since you unnerve me more than any other. You maybe stronger. You maybe faster. You maybe more powerful in all your darkness. But I know the truth, that I need serve no man or power or entity. That when I walk out there this week it will be only me. No demons whispering lies in my ears. No great powers using me like a pawn on a chess board. I will stand before you loud and defiant. Oh I may not win the day but I will stand against you and with one loud defiant cry I will say no more.
*Suddenly the light flickers and the small candlelight seems to begin to die as darkness closes in around Seph.*
Seph: And as proverbial night enshrouds around me. As the last rays of hope die within. As I stand on the precipice of oblivion I will smile for I know one thing. One great truth that renders all your dark to shame. That truth is simply this, no matter how dark the night...
*And as the flame flickers and dies the rays of golden sun rise up casting light into the window which he stands beside. Showing the form of the golden angel beginning to illuminate in splendor.*
Seph: ... the dawn will come. This I think and this I know. Your darkness will not save you from my light. Weak though the glow maybe. I am a solitary lantern in the storm. A candles flicker in the deep dark of the earth. A solitary flame in the dark. Will that be enough? I cannot say but I will say this. I am the fallen one!
*Seph stops breathing in deeply tilting his head as if sniffing the air.*
Seph: The chosen one!
*He drops his head again and stares at the camera with piercing determined eyes.*
Seph: The ONLY one! I am Sephiroth du Lac, and come this Friday I will be...
*He simply smiles a fanged smile as the rays of dawn let in through cracked windows of beautiful colored glass illuminating the destroyed and dessicated church.*
Seph: ... the light bringer.
*He then chuckles darkly as he walks away off camera and as he does the camera pans up to the image of Christ upon the cross once again only this time it closes in on the face and with sudden amazement we see liquid drip from the eyes and as it traces upon the red cherry wood it drips a single crimson tear. As the scene fades to black.*