Post by Sephiroth du Lac on Jan 29, 2010 11:35:32 GMT -6
((Author's Notes: Some of you may already have heard but my net went down recently. I managed to get it up and running again but have been distracted by other thoughts. The following is going to show you guys a little about Seph's new culture. The following is an example of a vampiric "Elysium".))
The strength of the vampire is that people will not believe in him.
- Garrett Fort
The strength of the vampire is that people will not believe in him.
- Garrett Fort
*The camera falls on the Hollywood hills and the vast mansions which dot it's side like twinkling stars glittering. Time lapse photography begins to roll as night rapidly descends. As the manors begin to light glittering like bright diamonds we fall on one home in particular rising high above the rest. On the highest peak one finds a single solitary manor isolated from the others. This is the home of Amelia Wright, a producer of many Hollywood movies. A producer with a dark secret, she is the prince of the city.*
*As the camera pans within we see strange pale figures. Men in well groomed suits and pressed ties mingle with urban thugs. Women dressed in finery co mingle with homeless wretches. It is a weird combination of the beautiful and bizarre as figures with bald heads and twisted hunched frames speak with the most beautiful and privileged. It is here that a single solitary figure enters the scene. His clothes, though outdated in style, adorn his beautiful frame. He moves like a shark in calm waters and people move from his path like ripples in a pond. His black gloved hand seizes a glass of blood red liquid only to toss it back and set it on the tray again. At length his journey through the macabre crowds of strangers lead to a pair of beautiful double doors. They open and the cool night air greats him. He stares off the balcony into the twinkling valley floor and as the camera pans back we find him to be none other than Sephiroth du Lac. He stands breathing deep. The smog filled sky doing nothing to him as he takes in the breathtaking sight of LA in all it's splendor. A shadow flickers behind him and he glances over revealing a woman who wasn't there mere seconds before. She speaks to him in soft musical tones with a voice as enchanting as any siren of mythologies past.*
Amelia: What troubles you, Son of Rebecca? Do you not like my accommodations?
*Sephiroth simply grins softly staring down at the valley once more.*
Seph: You wouldn't understand, Amelia.
Amelia: Try me.
*She speaks these words with a coy, come hither smile. Most men would be seduced by merely a wink of this gorgeous beauty. Seph only smirked a bit. He found it amusing. She was nigh on half his age but had risen through the ranks so fast. She was a schemer, a planner and Seph knew enough than to trust her lest he be manipulated. Still she was there and he had nothing really to hide from her.*
Seph: Sometimes I wonder why I live this life. I mean I have seen the rise and fall of empires. Kingdoms give way to the will of their people. I have witnessed war and peace. Seen beauty as no mere mortal could know. Now look at me. Awaiting word from one of my subordinates simply to hear which pathetic mortal I will face this week. I've become a sideshow attraction. A joke. A warrior, a knight of the great kingdom itself. Reduced to entertainment for food and for what?
Amelia: Why did you do it in the first place then, Sefira?
Seph: Because I was tired of hiding. Because these masks we wear are heavy. I am a warrior. It is all I know. I hate these modern times. The technology of today renders skill at arms insignificant. Fools with computers hiding in bunkers while monstrosities of steel and electrodes mow down enemies. That is not war. It's easy to kill from behind a screen. It takes a man to meet the face of death. To stare a man in the eye as his blood runs down your arm. There is no honor in flipping a switch or hitting a button. How I long to feel true battle once more.
*He sighs nostalgically. His thoughts lost on all the great battles he has been in. Hollywood, for all the skill of it's writers and actors, rarely came close to the reality of it. There was no romance. There were no heroes. Only anger, pain, loss and death. War brought honor. War was the crucible that forged a man like Seph. Now there were no wars worth fighting. Now there was only the mat. The screams of bloodthirsty crowds as two men grappled and struck like the gladiators of old. There was no honor in fighting like dogs and yet, there was something in it that made Seph enjoy it all the same. Amelia sensed his feelings and took her hand in his.*
Amelia: Surely there are still good things in this world. Things which you believe in. That you love.
*With this she planted a soft kiss upon his neck nuzzling herself to his skin. The soft feel of her aroused feelings within him long dormant. Her beauty. The night air. It was all so perfect but suddenly the camera flashes images of a beautiful woman with raven black hair. A figure we have come to know. The images flash of times private. Her beautiful body next to his. The feel of her soft skin. Her eyes staring lovingly into his. The taste of her lips as he pulled back her white veil. All these images flashed and suddenly stopped leaving Seph confused and broken. He silently brought a gloved hand to his companions soft face and pushed it from him.*
Seph: I am sorry but, I can't.
*She looked at him offended and confused but as he turned to her and she saw the sadness in his eyes she understood.*
Amelia: Don't you hold anything of value anymore?
Seph: One day, Amelia, you will look back on that which you loved and realize that it isn't there anymore. You will think of what you believed in and realized it is gone. You will look back at what you valued and found they are all but lost. You will search your memories for a kindness, any kindness, and you will find it wanting. It is not a question of if, it is a question of when. For that is our curse, my dear. We are dead. Lost in a period of time. Immortal. Unchanging and that is the rub of it. Unchanging. The world changes, it evolves. People change. Generations change. But you and I, lovely Amelia, you and I will not change. That is our curse. That is the penance we pay.
*She thought on his words and understood. A single crimson tear formed in her eye as he dropped his head.*
Seph: I'm sorry. I have ruined your evening.
*She realized she was showing her emotions and the facade came up again. She bravely smiled and wiped the tear from her eye. Sephiroth admired her strength. She was only a hundred if a day and already she showed promise beyond her years. He couldn't imagine himself at her age faced with the awful prospect of the future would fair better than her. But she stood up and looked him steely eyed and at that moment he admitted she was a perfect Prince.*
Amelia: Nonsense. I am fine.
Seph: Yes, my dear.
*He said taking her hand in his.*
Seph: You will be.
*They shared a smile in that moment and in the moonlight they locked eyes. He leaned in and she met his motion and as their lips move to touch one another in the night a sudden sound erupted their attention. It was "Lies" by Evanescence and at once Seph knew it was the call he had awaited. He pulled away and looked at her apologetically.*
Seph: I'm sorry. I have to take this.
Amelia: I understand.
*And with that she moved with a serpentine like shuffle in her gait. Seph sighed once more having the moment of respite ruined with simply the sound of his phone. He drew into his pocket and pulled out his iphone touch. With a press of the screen he brought the phone to his ears and spoke.*
Seph: Janey?
Jane (on phone): HELLO, MASTER!
*Seph couldn't help but be annoyed at her exhuberance. Still he ignored it for now.*
Seph: Who is my opponent for the Pay per view, Janey. Did you get me a match with Tempestad like I wanted?
Jane (on phone): ... Not quite, Master.
Seph: Did you get me a hardcore match then? As I requested.
Jane (on phone): Um... not actually, Master.
Seph: Then who am I versing at metamorphosis?
Jane (on phone): Your not on metamorphosis, Master.
Seph: WHAT?!
Jane (on phone): Master, I'm sorry I did what I could but your still too new to the federation. They want established names on metamorphosis.
*Seph stood impotent with rage. His face was stern and dark with his fangs baring in heated anger.*
Seph: What am I suppose to do for a whole week then, Jane? I need to unleash. How can I do that when I have no opponent!
Jane (on phone): But you do, Master. Your on wired.
Seph: The preshow? They put ME on the PRESHOW?!
Jane (on phone): Hear me out, Master. The preshow is seen by every fan. It's meant to be shown before pay per view to draw attention to it. A win on there would easily bring you into the mainstream. I know it's less than your usual but it's something. It will help you in the long run.
*Seph sighed in frustration. Of course she was right. It wasn't her fault and a win on the preshow would advance him in the eyes of the people and administration but it was still an insult. A man with over ten years experience reduced to such a state. It was humiliating. Still if they wanted a demonstration he was going to give them one.*
Seph: Who is my opponent then?
Jane (on phone): Harold Campbell, a veteran of some experience.
Seph: Very well then, my dear. I think that I'll be amply prepared for the fight. They don't want to recognize talent when they see it... fine. I will destroy this Harold Campbell. I will break him as the ocean breaks upon the rock. I will leave nothing but a broken body in my wake and then we'll see what the so called management thinks. They want something they can market... I'll give them a show they will never forget.
Jane (on phone): Are you sure that is wise, Master?
Seph: Nemo me impune lacessit, Jane. No-one wounds me with impunity. They dishonor me... the blood of this Harold Campbell is on their hands not mine.
Jane (on phone): But, Master...
Seph: They drew first blood, Jane. They drew first blood.
*With that Seph hangs up and sits upon the railing staring up at the moon. He sighed in frustration and as he stared up into the night sky his voice rings out to us.*
Seph (Voice over): Harold, I wonder... your a veteran. Do you ever wonder where the years have gone? Do you ever wonder when you'll ever be respected as you were? Do you ever think on memories past? I respect you Harold... which is why I will take this match very seriously. I will use every means at my disposal. Every trick in the book to win. I respect you, Harold. That is why i must destroy you. So, Harold when you look up at the moon, think to yourself this question. When you think back to this moment, this very second in time. Will you wonder...
*Seph just smirked as he chuckled to himself.*
Seph: ... why did they do this to me?
*With that Seph looks down and stares at his camera phone revealing his background and that of a broken female body with throat torn out. A strange macabre message delivered to one man and a multitude that will remember the name of Sephiroth du Lac, as the scene fades to black.*