Who Will Save You Now? [Nem rp]
Mar 7, 2015 1:54:57 GMT -5
Post by Cordy on Mar 7, 2015 1:54:57 GMT -5
"And who will save you now?" Ricky Oswego, the brother and manager of the monster Nem, began with an entertained snort. "--now that you've haplessly wandered into the Lion's den?" He postured, a wicked smile forming.
The soft flicker of candlelight illuminated his face with an eerie glow. In the background, a massive silhouette could faintly be seen within the contours of darkness; lurking not so far away.
"When I was a little boy--" Ricky continued, his gaze drifting skyward. "I was absolutely enthralled by the creatures of Greek mythology; enamored with the Gods and Goddesses that ruled the world; captivated by their plights, their gifts -- their... power." The word escaped his lips in an emphatic whisper.
"The creatures they created; the monsters they... controlled." He snickered. "I always imagined what it'd be like to have such power; to be seen as something far greater than just a mere man; to be looked upon and revered in fear!" He inhaled sharply. "B-But how could I ever have that? I was but a boy, often glanced over and shunned by the world. My stature was never imposing; my existence hardly warranted any acknowledgement at all."
"I was NOTHING like the Gods that I admired in those tales." He solemnly admitted, shaking his head. "Or so I foolishly believed, not realizing that the power I sought would come not from me -- but from the ornament of destruction that I've always had at my beck and call; my own flesh and blood."
There was a movement in the shadows. The silhouette appeared to move closer.
"And now -- I unleash him upon you all; my very own Nemean Lion." Ricky declared rather gleefully, clasping his hands together. "I'm sure that reference may fly over your heads -- but I promise you -- the parallels are simply uncanny. For the Nemean Lion was a mythological creature that could not be harmed by man or his weapons. Their bows, their arrows, their knives -- everything that they relied upon to defend themselves were rendered utterly useless in the presence of the monster. He devoured the livestock; he terrorized the land, and the people of Nemea could do absolutely nothing to stop him." His lips curled into a dastardly smile. "So they lived in fear, as they should have, and as you soon will -- praying and waiting for a savior."
He paused.
"Eventually they found one." He scoffed. "In the bastard son of Zeus himself! Heracles, or as the Romans like to call him; Hercules, found his first trial in the Nemean Lion; and it took every ounce of strength that the demigod had to slay the beast. But this -- this is not Nemea, and there are no Gods walking amongst men here to save you."
He cast a glance over his shoulder.
"So who will you turn to? For the monster still exists. The monster is very real; and just like the people of Nemea, you too will know fear. For the slaughter -- it begins soon, and it begins with Katie Clarke"
The silhouette stepped closer; the dancing candlelight shimmering off of a metallic mask; two bright red eyes burning through the darkness. The face of fear -- the beast himself. Nem. Ricky Oswego cracked a knowing and sinister smile. All he could do was once again ask the question that those in the LDFC would eventually have to answer.
"Who will save you now?”
It was rather rhetoric, for he knew they’d find no answer.
“Welcome to the Lion’s den.”
The soft flicker of candlelight illuminated his face with an eerie glow. In the background, a massive silhouette could faintly be seen within the contours of darkness; lurking not so far away.
"When I was a little boy--" Ricky continued, his gaze drifting skyward. "I was absolutely enthralled by the creatures of Greek mythology; enamored with the Gods and Goddesses that ruled the world; captivated by their plights, their gifts -- their... power." The word escaped his lips in an emphatic whisper.
"The creatures they created; the monsters they... controlled." He snickered. "I always imagined what it'd be like to have such power; to be seen as something far greater than just a mere man; to be looked upon and revered in fear!" He inhaled sharply. "B-But how could I ever have that? I was but a boy, often glanced over and shunned by the world. My stature was never imposing; my existence hardly warranted any acknowledgement at all."
"I was NOTHING like the Gods that I admired in those tales." He solemnly admitted, shaking his head. "Or so I foolishly believed, not realizing that the power I sought would come not from me -- but from the ornament of destruction that I've always had at my beck and call; my own flesh and blood."
There was a movement in the shadows. The silhouette appeared to move closer.
"And now -- I unleash him upon you all; my very own Nemean Lion." Ricky declared rather gleefully, clasping his hands together. "I'm sure that reference may fly over your heads -- but I promise you -- the parallels are simply uncanny. For the Nemean Lion was a mythological creature that could not be harmed by man or his weapons. Their bows, their arrows, their knives -- everything that they relied upon to defend themselves were rendered utterly useless in the presence of the monster. He devoured the livestock; he terrorized the land, and the people of Nemea could do absolutely nothing to stop him." His lips curled into a dastardly smile. "So they lived in fear, as they should have, and as you soon will -- praying and waiting for a savior."
He paused.
"Eventually they found one." He scoffed. "In the bastard son of Zeus himself! Heracles, or as the Romans like to call him; Hercules, found his first trial in the Nemean Lion; and it took every ounce of strength that the demigod had to slay the beast. But this -- this is not Nemea, and there are no Gods walking amongst men here to save you."
He cast a glance over his shoulder.
"So who will you turn to? For the monster still exists. The monster is very real; and just like the people of Nemea, you too will know fear. For the slaughter -- it begins soon, and it begins with Katie Clarke"
The silhouette stepped closer; the dancing candlelight shimmering off of a metallic mask; two bright red eyes burning through the darkness. The face of fear -- the beast himself. Nem. Ricky Oswego cracked a knowing and sinister smile. All he could do was once again ask the question that those in the LDFC would eventually have to answer.
"Who will save you now?”
It was rather rhetoric, for he knew they’d find no answer.
“Welcome to the Lion’s den.”
