Post by deityofdevastation on Apr 28, 2016 22:50:35 GMT
\\The Scene starts as "The Deity Of Devastation" Eric Darkthrone is seen sitting on his couch in a room in his castle. He is seen with a very puzzled on his face, and very deep look of deep thought in his eyes. He begins to feel a nervous feeling come over him. He gets up, and begins to pace the floor. He looks at one of his windows, and walks towards it. He opens window door, and walks outside unto the balcony. He gets to the railing of the balcony, and looks at the townspeople that he rules over in Hades. As he notices the townspeople going about their days as if they do not have a care in the world, Eric is still having those feelings of nervousness and deep contemplation over something that is one his mind. He folds his arms, and rests himself on the top of the rail of the balcony. He takes a deep breath, and begins to speak//
Darkthrone: Look at these people? Going about their day as if they have no care in the world. As if they think that their lives a truly perfect and content in every possible way. Almost as if they believe that they are in control of their lives. Like they feel they are in control of every single aspect of their daily existence. Like they feel there is no one that can pull their strings. No one that can make their lives a living hell. No one that can take all of what they indeed holds so near and dear to them, and take it all away. Like they never deserved it in the first place.
(Darkthrone continues to speak)
Darkthrone: You know, i could mess up their day today. I could make their lives miserable at this moment. After all, when you are a deity such as myself, those things come pretty easy for you. Those things that can be considered omnipotent i can use pretty much effortlessly. If i wanted to. I can take that man who is spending time with his kid, and slaughter him right in front of his kid making his child no only an orphan, but scared emotionally and mentally for the rest of his days. I can take that woman who is planting roses in her garden, and make her come down with a disease that would cripple her permanently for the rest of her days. I could do that, but right now my thoughts are on a much more pressing matter. A matter of high importance. A matter that can determine a lot of things for my future.
(Eric takes a deep breath, and ponders a bit)
Darkthrone: Ever since my last match, things for me have not been the same. Ever since i took on Wolfe and Raab, i feel that i am not the same executioner that i know that i am. I feel that what has made me the most feared man in wrestling is slowly but surely escaping me. What has defined me as a ruthless, vicious, cold blooded conqueror is not as strong as it should be. Every passing second, i feel less and less like the deity that i am. I am supposed to walk anywhere and everywhere, and make everyone who encounters me quake with fear. Every time i walk, the ground is supposed to shake, and the earth is supposed to rumble. But now, while the Earth does rumble, it does not near to the intensity that it used to. While people do quake with fear in my presence, it is not to the level that i am used to. That i am accustomed to having. That makes me sick. That make me want to rip open time and space, and tear apart reality. I want to make everyone suffer because i had a draw with Stefan Raab and Luke Wolfe. I want everyone to feel the rage and pain that i am boiling deep inside of me knowing that on one night Raab or Wolfe could have defeated me. Or found a way to freeze me out of them beating themselves. It makes me so angry that i want everyone to suffer violently at my hands.
(Eric calls for one of his servants to come to him)
Servant: What do you need my lord?
Darkthrone: Three things. First, i need a glass of wine poured for me. Second, i need to you to play for me "Giger Effect" By The Enigma TNG. Third, i need your opinion on something.
Servant: As you wish my lord.
(The servant completes the first two tasks)
Servant: So what is it you would want to discuss with me on my Lord?
Darkthrone: Do you think i have lost my edge?
Servant: What do you mean?
Darkthrone: What i mean is have i lost that killer instinct? Have i lost the ability to decimate at will? Have i lost the ability to crush my opponents effortlessly?
Servant? Are you referring to the match you had with Raab and Wolfe?
Darkthrone: That is exactly what i am talking about. I feel like since that match happened, i have begun to question a lot of things. I feel like my love of destruction has lessened. My will to devastate has weakened a bit. I feel that my divinity has become weaker and weaker every day, and it is driving me insane.
Servant: You have nothing to worry about. You just had a bad night. You have a rematch against those two in a couple of days. You will reestablish the fact that you rule the wrestling world with an iron fist. You will showcase that you are The Divine Executioner of the business.
Darkthrone: You are right. I am! In the rematch, Raab and Wolfe are dead!
\\Eric grabs the servant by the throat, and posts him against the wall. Eric develops a smile on his face as his servant shows extreme fear. Eric takes his fist, punches him in the face smashing his skull and blood to seep out. Eric takes the glass, and allows the blood to run into it. Eric takes a sip of blood form the glass. Eric's eyes glow a Demonic Blue as has calls for Demonic Blue lightning to come from the sky crashing down upon the townspeople//
