Prophetic [Nem Rp]
Apr 13, 2015 1:04:56 GMT -5
Post by Cordy on Apr 13, 2015 1:04:56 GMT -5
"So prophetic my words proved to be." Ricky Oswego sneered with a shake of his head. A low, amused cackle escaped his lips, echoing through the candlelit chamber-like room where he and The Lion of Nemean dwelled.
He paced feverishly, a hand pawing through his gel slicked hair, before stopping and casting a glance at the monster who stood tall and towering like a statue behind him.
"Yet they were probably received as the incessant ramblings of a madman; and seen as nothing more than the skillfully crafted narrative of a man whose world was shaped and defined by the Greek Mythologies that enraptured him as a child.” He laughed. “They refused to believe that this place was indeed the reincarnation of Nemean and that YOU--" he barked, forcefully poking Nem in the chest. "-- were the lion destined to terrorize them until their savior emerged."
A dismissive snort punctuated his statement, as he took a step closer towards the Monster, glaring up at him in awe.
"I warned them, didn't I?" He asked, an eerie smile decorating his face. "I told them the future that awaited poor little Katie Clarke. I told them of the destruction that she would come to face, and that you--" he jabbed the monster again with a pointed finger, "--would bring to pass."
He shook his head sympathetically.
"But they turned a deaf ear. And now, they toss you two more cattle... as if the result will be any different, as if this will somehow be the peace offering that will bring forth a calm." He vehemently shook his head. "They know not what they do! For they will never know peace as long as the lion is on the prowl. And these new sacrifices, laid at the altar before you, perfectly fattened for slaughter ... Watts, Harbinger? They cannot satiate that in which is insatiable. There is no appeasement in their destruction, for they are merely a whetting of the appetite. They cannot cure the curse that you are -- for there is still a great suffering to be had by those that dwell in the Lion's Den."
There was something damn near demonic about his laugh as it pierced the air, the thoughts of terror fueling his amusement.
"And they will be next. Watts, Harbinger -- subjected to a fate so cruel and inhumane, yet utterly inevitable. The very same fate that awaited Katie Clarke, and the very same fate that awaits so many others, will befall them. And they're oblivious to it all. All because they refuse to take heed in my words."
Letting out a sigh, he placed a hand on Nem’s shoulder.
"Well pride has blinded many a man and strangled even more. They don't fear you and they're too fucking ignorant to know that they should! They believe they are the saviours that will slay the beast, when the truth is, they're in dire need of saving. They’re fashioned as monsters but the truth is, they have no clue what a monster really is. But soon --" he held up a quivering finger. "--soon they will see. Soon, you will show them. And when they look into your eyes and they see the end of their days in the darkness within... they'll know; they'll question; they'll wonder..."
He slowly rotated on his heel, turning his body towards the camera, his eyes closed, his arms outstretched, his head lolled back and his voice a whisper.
"Who will save us now?"
Static.
He paced feverishly, a hand pawing through his gel slicked hair, before stopping and casting a glance at the monster who stood tall and towering like a statue behind him.
"Yet they were probably received as the incessant ramblings of a madman; and seen as nothing more than the skillfully crafted narrative of a man whose world was shaped and defined by the Greek Mythologies that enraptured him as a child.” He laughed. “They refused to believe that this place was indeed the reincarnation of Nemean and that YOU--" he barked, forcefully poking Nem in the chest. "-- were the lion destined to terrorize them until their savior emerged."
A dismissive snort punctuated his statement, as he took a step closer towards the Monster, glaring up at him in awe.
"I warned them, didn't I?" He asked, an eerie smile decorating his face. "I told them the future that awaited poor little Katie Clarke. I told them of the destruction that she would come to face, and that you--" he jabbed the monster again with a pointed finger, "--would bring to pass."
He shook his head sympathetically.
"But they turned a deaf ear. And now, they toss you two more cattle... as if the result will be any different, as if this will somehow be the peace offering that will bring forth a calm." He vehemently shook his head. "They know not what they do! For they will never know peace as long as the lion is on the prowl. And these new sacrifices, laid at the altar before you, perfectly fattened for slaughter ... Watts, Harbinger? They cannot satiate that in which is insatiable. There is no appeasement in their destruction, for they are merely a whetting of the appetite. They cannot cure the curse that you are -- for there is still a great suffering to be had by those that dwell in the Lion's Den."
There was something damn near demonic about his laugh as it pierced the air, the thoughts of terror fueling his amusement.
"And they will be next. Watts, Harbinger -- subjected to a fate so cruel and inhumane, yet utterly inevitable. The very same fate that awaited Katie Clarke, and the very same fate that awaits so many others, will befall them. And they're oblivious to it all. All because they refuse to take heed in my words."
Letting out a sigh, he placed a hand on Nem’s shoulder.
"Well pride has blinded many a man and strangled even more. They don't fear you and they're too fucking ignorant to know that they should! They believe they are the saviours that will slay the beast, when the truth is, they're in dire need of saving. They’re fashioned as monsters but the truth is, they have no clue what a monster really is. But soon --" he held up a quivering finger. "--soon they will see. Soon, you will show them. And when they look into your eyes and they see the end of their days in the darkness within... they'll know; they'll question; they'll wonder..."
He slowly rotated on his heel, turning his body towards the camera, his eyes closed, his arms outstretched, his head lolled back and his voice a whisper.
"Who will save us now?"
Static.
