Post by Gabriel Karras on Jun 1, 2010 4:16:45 GMT -6
{Father Karras sat in an ornate oak armchair, a relic of ancient times.Beside him a decorated table sat. On it was a thin coil of metal, a small vial filled with a clear liquid, a silver goblet, and a white cross. His forehead held a white bandage, curtesy of nCw's resident Vampire.}
Karras: In days past, people saw this chair and immediately understood the man sitting in it was a man of power, of respect, of divinity. Now, people see this as just another chair. In days past, people would take weeks to carve things for the church. Statues of Angels, Saints and depictions of God and the Savior. Now people buy paint by numbers and chairs made in a factory and put together out of a box from Ikea. Humanity was progressing forward, but their souls were still infantile. They needed a leader, a guide, someone who possessed the knowledge and the wisdom to show even the darkest beings the light of the sun. They need... a new Martyr. I can't tell yet if that man is Tempestad.. or myself. Or perhaps.. even Du Lac himself. A Martyr is an example of what should not become, after all. Isn't it?
{Karras picked the Cross off the table, and held it before him.}
Karras: You know, Tempestad. It's very easy for you, all of this. I know you don't think so, but I'll lay it out for you. You chastise me for my lectures, because you do not have the strength to speak the words yourself. You berrate me for my words, because you do not have the strength to suffer the backlash. The Savior endured pain much greater than even you or I could imagine, and he still pushed on, because he had strength immemorial. He knew the message was clear. Humanity needed an icon, something to look at, to remind them of the true path. And you.. you lose your temper over a few simple words. The very thing that seperates the us from the them, is our reserved courage.. our everlasting resolve, and you threw it all away, because I chose to phrase things in a way that was harsh. I did not say "whore of Babylon" to imply your sister was promiscuous. I simply used it as a means to say that this is where the darkness begins. When the whore sits at the feet of the Beast, Revelations can occur. After all, the whore is a mere representation of blind faith into that which deserves none, and yet, you think Maria does not examplify this? I apologize if through your anger you took me litterally. But I stand by what I meant, not what you think I meant.
{Karras set the Cross down, and touched the bandage on his forehead.}
Karras: I refused to allow the medics to take care of this wound. Choosing to remain scarred for the rest of my days. I want you to show her this tape, show her this wound, and remind her the man she is so convinced is a Saint, is a devil in disguise. But, under current circumstances I wonder if you have the strength for even that, my friend.
{Karras grabbed the small vial, and held it before him.}
Karras: You look, Tempestad, but you do not see. You hear, but you do not listen. You condemn, but you do not understand. I knew about Desiree's little affections, but she does not walk into the arms of evil, merely rests in a den of sinners. It is a very basic principle. To fight evil, you must understand it. You must learn why things pass the way they do, so you can change. We are men of faith, yet we pride ourselves on violence. And you cannot see the logic in this? When I struck her with that whip, she enjoyed it. But how long do you think that lasted? I'm certain you're thinking all the while.. but then why do I have her tears in this vial? Penance does not stop with a simple whip, my friend. Penance... knows no mercy...
{Karras set the vial down, and grabbed the small metal wire, uncoiling it and wrapped it around his hand. Rivulets of crimson flowed from the now open skin as the razor wire cut into his flesh. Most men would cry out, or cringe, but Father Karras was not most men. He simply held his bleeding hand back over the table, the crimson ichor running into the silver goblet.}
Karras: And neither do I. Not now. It is a lost cause in a business like this. Maria watched her barbarian of a paramour attack a defenseless man. Watched him tear open flesh with his bare teeth, a move that's not exactly taught in wrestling school. Watched that man rise up from the assault and defend himself, and yet she chose to hit.. me. She is more gone to the dark than I had previously believed. You have failed to save her Tempestad, accepting it after the fact is only soothing to your tortured soul. He has won. He has what he wants, and he has you at his mercy. Do not blame me because you lacked the strength. Do not throw your anger my way, because she prevents you from placing it where it lies. I will destroy Sephiroth, and you will not stand in my way. You will not step in front of her, if she does. Do either of those, and I will destroy you too.
{Karras picked the Goblet up, and held it towards the camera. The rim of redness was slowly rising towards the brim.}
Karras: You can label me whatever you like, Sephiroth. Lunatic, Zealot, Enemy. I care not. I have seen your true face, the face that lurks behind the mask of love and sympathy. You may not be a real devil, but you've played one for so long it is all you know. You've mastered deception and can fool the naive, but that is not me. You are not the man of dignity or honor as you have spoon fed to her, you are a man who attacks without remorse or heart, because that is all you understand. A man who does things like this...
{A free hand pointed at the bandage.}
Karras: Is a man who cannot be trusted with anothers life. You may be willing to die for what you believe in, like the Savior. You may think that fact alone makes you the righteous one. But the men who demanded the Savior be put to death were willing to kill for what they believed. Conviction works both ways. In this battle, one walks away. The ultimate Judgement, of where you spend eternity, is in God's hands. That much is true. But that doesn't mean I can't speed things along... by sending you to meet him. This week, the Monster will perish....
Or I will....
{Karras threw the goblet forward, the spray coating the camera lens red. He then reached out, and turned the camera over, sending it spilling to the floor, a definative crack appeared in the lens.}
{The next part has no video, only audio.}
*Crack!*
Had enough yet?
I hope you're just getting started. This is making me so hot.
Really now?
Oh yea...
Heat, you say? Preparing yourself for the flames in your future?
Bite me you Bible loving...
{There is a loud hiss, and a woman's scream, tortured and pained.}
What the f*** was that!?
A mixture of salt water, lemon extract, and seltzer... I call it Holy Water...
Stop.. NO!
{Another scream, and more hissing, and the audio cuts out.}
Never.. doubt.. my... conviction.
Karras: In days past, people saw this chair and immediately understood the man sitting in it was a man of power, of respect, of divinity. Now, people see this as just another chair. In days past, people would take weeks to carve things for the church. Statues of Angels, Saints and depictions of God and the Savior. Now people buy paint by numbers and chairs made in a factory and put together out of a box from Ikea. Humanity was progressing forward, but their souls were still infantile. They needed a leader, a guide, someone who possessed the knowledge and the wisdom to show even the darkest beings the light of the sun. They need... a new Martyr. I can't tell yet if that man is Tempestad.. or myself. Or perhaps.. even Du Lac himself. A Martyr is an example of what should not become, after all. Isn't it?
{Karras picked the Cross off the table, and held it before him.}
Karras: You know, Tempestad. It's very easy for you, all of this. I know you don't think so, but I'll lay it out for you. You chastise me for my lectures, because you do not have the strength to speak the words yourself. You berrate me for my words, because you do not have the strength to suffer the backlash. The Savior endured pain much greater than even you or I could imagine, and he still pushed on, because he had strength immemorial. He knew the message was clear. Humanity needed an icon, something to look at, to remind them of the true path. And you.. you lose your temper over a few simple words. The very thing that seperates the us from the them, is our reserved courage.. our everlasting resolve, and you threw it all away, because I chose to phrase things in a way that was harsh. I did not say "whore of Babylon" to imply your sister was promiscuous. I simply used it as a means to say that this is where the darkness begins. When the whore sits at the feet of the Beast, Revelations can occur. After all, the whore is a mere representation of blind faith into that which deserves none, and yet, you think Maria does not examplify this? I apologize if through your anger you took me litterally. But I stand by what I meant, not what you think I meant.
{Karras set the Cross down, and touched the bandage on his forehead.}
Karras: I refused to allow the medics to take care of this wound. Choosing to remain scarred for the rest of my days. I want you to show her this tape, show her this wound, and remind her the man she is so convinced is a Saint, is a devil in disguise. But, under current circumstances I wonder if you have the strength for even that, my friend.
{Karras grabbed the small vial, and held it before him.}
Karras: You look, Tempestad, but you do not see. You hear, but you do not listen. You condemn, but you do not understand. I knew about Desiree's little affections, but she does not walk into the arms of evil, merely rests in a den of sinners. It is a very basic principle. To fight evil, you must understand it. You must learn why things pass the way they do, so you can change. We are men of faith, yet we pride ourselves on violence. And you cannot see the logic in this? When I struck her with that whip, she enjoyed it. But how long do you think that lasted? I'm certain you're thinking all the while.. but then why do I have her tears in this vial? Penance does not stop with a simple whip, my friend. Penance... knows no mercy...
{Karras set the vial down, and grabbed the small metal wire, uncoiling it and wrapped it around his hand. Rivulets of crimson flowed from the now open skin as the razor wire cut into his flesh. Most men would cry out, or cringe, but Father Karras was not most men. He simply held his bleeding hand back over the table, the crimson ichor running into the silver goblet.}
Karras: And neither do I. Not now. It is a lost cause in a business like this. Maria watched her barbarian of a paramour attack a defenseless man. Watched him tear open flesh with his bare teeth, a move that's not exactly taught in wrestling school. Watched that man rise up from the assault and defend himself, and yet she chose to hit.. me. She is more gone to the dark than I had previously believed. You have failed to save her Tempestad, accepting it after the fact is only soothing to your tortured soul. He has won. He has what he wants, and he has you at his mercy. Do not blame me because you lacked the strength. Do not throw your anger my way, because she prevents you from placing it where it lies. I will destroy Sephiroth, and you will not stand in my way. You will not step in front of her, if she does. Do either of those, and I will destroy you too.
{Karras picked the Goblet up, and held it towards the camera. The rim of redness was slowly rising towards the brim.}
Karras: You can label me whatever you like, Sephiroth. Lunatic, Zealot, Enemy. I care not. I have seen your true face, the face that lurks behind the mask of love and sympathy. You may not be a real devil, but you've played one for so long it is all you know. You've mastered deception and can fool the naive, but that is not me. You are not the man of dignity or honor as you have spoon fed to her, you are a man who attacks without remorse or heart, because that is all you understand. A man who does things like this...
{A free hand pointed at the bandage.}
Karras: Is a man who cannot be trusted with anothers life. You may be willing to die for what you believe in, like the Savior. You may think that fact alone makes you the righteous one. But the men who demanded the Savior be put to death were willing to kill for what they believed. Conviction works both ways. In this battle, one walks away. The ultimate Judgement, of where you spend eternity, is in God's hands. That much is true. But that doesn't mean I can't speed things along... by sending you to meet him. This week, the Monster will perish....
Or I will....
{Karras threw the goblet forward, the spray coating the camera lens red. He then reached out, and turned the camera over, sending it spilling to the floor, a definative crack appeared in the lens.}
{The next part has no video, only audio.}
*Crack!*
Had enough yet?
I hope you're just getting started. This is making me so hot.
Really now?
Oh yea...
Heat, you say? Preparing yourself for the flames in your future?
Bite me you Bible loving...
{There is a loud hiss, and a woman's scream, tortured and pained.}
What the f*** was that!?
A mixture of salt water, lemon extract, and seltzer... I call it Holy Water...
Stop.. NO!
{Another scream, and more hissing, and the audio cuts out.}
Never.. doubt.. my... conviction.