Post by Sephiroth du Lac on Aug 15, 2010 2:30:32 GMT -6
“If one is to be called a liar, one may as well make an effort to deserve the name.”
- A. A. Milne
- A. A. Milne
*The camera falls on the interior of Du Lac Manor as the beautiful dancing of lit candelabras plays in the background. The soft scores of beautiful harmonious operatic music play in the background as Seph sits in quiet repose. His hands swaying to the rhythm of the beautiful score playing on the Victrola. Seph sits eyes closed lost and enraptured in the music as the camera pans to him. Slowly his eyes open and trance-like they stare as if lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Finally he smiles closing his eyes again as the music finishes with a staccato. As Seph's hands fall he smiles pleasantly, his face sunk into a world of dream.*
Seph: Such beauty and life there ever was before or since, I know not. And yet with quatrains and strings of elegance enraptured am I and for a time I am at peace.
*Seph closed his eyes as the Victrola ceased it's melody and smiling he sat in simple bliss. But that bliss turned into a smirk and the smirk into a look of extravagant arrogance as he looked upon the camera.*
Seph: Ah, peace. Peace. How I hate that word.
*The camera cuts to the interior of a church, to the events of a night ago. To the image of an old priest dragged to a pew by the hands of hateful men. A figure falls over him the figure of a woman, her eyes shining in the dark. Immediately she slams a fist to his jaw and teeth fall out, his mouth spitting blood as another hand grabs him up. This time that of the fallen one himself. His smile twisted as the priest looks up at him.*
Father Sapienza: Puh-please... he-help....
Seph: Save your breath, my good man. You'll need all you have...
*With that he strikes hard upon the priests jaw once more rattling the man's face.*
*Seph just looks thoughtful as he sits in the chair staring into the night.*
Seph: It's not that I am a violent man...
*His feet stomp at the now helpless old man beneath them. His face locked in anger and malice as he stomps repeatedly across the face of the aging priest. The other Darkside Society members standing around mockingly laughing and calling out to him. Father Sapienza looks helplessly with battered face unable to even move under the barrage.*
*Seph once more takes a sip from his chalice of red liquid. His eyes having all the seeming of an educated man. The very definition of culture and refinement.*
Seph: In fact I consider myself quite the philanthropist compared to most of these barbarians around here.
*Seph's fist strike the barely standing priest sending him crashing into Ex. Ex chuckles tossing the old man by simple push to Sothren. Sothren chuckled in mocking laughter pushing back on the old man right into Abel who simply grabbed the man as if it were a sadistic game. Abel then dropped the man with a vicious blow to the face sending him crashing down blood dripping from the tender wounds upon his face.*
*Seph just drops his head in a sort of comfortable manner. Staring down at the cane that sits at his side.*
Seph: But when push comes to shove I show the true merit of my worth.
*Seph simply smiles as the brave father strives to fight back swinging wildly. Mockingly Seph darts away as the priest crashes to his knees. Seph simply smirks moving toward the priest and grasping him by his hair. With a quick motion he slams the priest face first to the ground the blood splattering against his cheek as his tongue darts to taste the prize.*
*Seph sighs a bit as if in disappointment. His face filled with regret and slight boredom as if he was detached from any feelings at the moment but dull listlessness.*
Seph: I was hurt when you challenged me, Tempestad. I mean... we're family for God sake. Doesn't that mean anything to you?
*Seph irish whips the old priest across the floor to the waiting Maria, her face wild with blood lust as she lou thesz presses the priest to the ground only to bite against his face causing him to scream in pain.*
*Seph leans back his hand coming to meet his face as he drapes a leg nonchalantly over the chair leg.*
Seph: Then you go and embarrass me by challenging me to a match. My match! A match for the title that I rightfully won from you? A match in which both our lives might be forfeit?
*The camera shows the good father, his breathing labored. His body broken as Seph pulls him to his feet slamming him against the pew. He sits barely recognizing where he is.*
*Seph sighs his hands folded as if pleading with the camera. A look of frustration in his face.*
Seph: You embarrassed me in front of the world and now... I'm going to embarrass you, Brother.
*Seph puts his cane to the chin of Father Sapienza causing his weaken face to look up at the smirking undead fiend as he leans into the shot.*
Seph: Smile, Father. Your on TV. You don't want to deprive your fans!
*The old man weakly is forced to turn his head as Seph leans in mockingly. His face twisted in a smile.*
Seph: That's better...
*Seph smirks as the camera closes up on him.*
Seph: I'm going to end you. I'm going to end this rivalry between us once and for all.
*Defiantly he turns his head back to Seph who simply grins egotistically into the old man's face. The old broken being, in a spirit of last ditch defiance spat out a crimson pool of spittle into Seph's face. Seph's smile faded instead replaced with anger. He drew back the head of his cane and came down a massive punch to the face of the bitter old priest as Seph pulled out a silk handkerchief wiping off his face and his cane. Ex and the others look on as Seph looks up to them.*
Seph: Get the barbed wire...
*Seph looks up at the camera, the camera in close staring right into the face of Seph who smiles like a shark sneaking upon prey.*
Seph: Do you want to know how he died, Tempestad? He died like a butchered hog...
*The camera shows them all looking up at the newly replaced cross tied to the cross by barbed wire lies Father Sapienza his breathing labored. His eyes swollen from beating. His face almost beyond recognition as blood drips from his mouth. He coughs and it stains the ground beneath, each one of them mockingly smiling as they slowly walk away one by one Maria and Seph the two last ones as they hold each other close. The kindly old man now hanging like a true martyr calls out to the night...*
Father Sapienza: Memo...
*Seph's eyes dance with a maddened torment as he stares out into the camera. His face devoid of any emotion but joy as his twisted smile plays with the viewers mind.*
Seph: This sunday, Tempestad. When I raise that hand in victory. When you lie there weeping and pleading for your life like your coward of a father. When I raise my victory prize off your swollen blood soaked face and hold it aloft I will finally have beaten you. I will finally have beaten you mind, body and soul. I will finally have everything I want from you and you... you will have nothing!
*With that he bares his fangs as he sits gripping hard to the arms of the chair. The chair nearly buckles under his grip as he leans closer in and in those eyes we see the mirror image of a figure lying upon a cross crying out in the dark. As the scene fades to black.*