Post by Rated R on Jun 16, 2007 14:09:55 GMT -5
Trace Demon is on one knee, praying in a derelict church. The room is dark, but is lit up by flaming torches. The church is damp, and water is leaking from the roof of the building, but somehow evaporates before hitting the ground. There is very little sound to be heard, except for footsteps, that are treading very lightly towards Trace Demon. A musky smell drifts throughout the entire building, a smell so bad it would make a normal man gag. Trace is wearing a black robe, with a hood over his head.
Trace Demon: Unholy one, give me the stregth to destory all in my way, to obliterate those who do not follow you, and give me the strength to pass on your word of death and destruction. I will follow you, Amen.
Steps are heard behind Trace Demon, another figure wearing a black robe walks up to him.
Robed Man: Trace, I see you have begun to spread the word personally. Congratulations on winning your first match.
Trace Demon: Thank you my follower, that win was just the first, more will bear witness to our lords message, they will suffer just like all the other non believers.
Rain bangs against the roof, entering through gaps in the ceiling, falling down upon the exact spot where Trace stands. The rain evaporates, dissapearing nearly as fast as they arrived.
Robed Man: Your brother would be proud of you.
Trace Demon: My brother was a fool, he could never achieve what I have managed to achieve, and I will not have his name uttered in my prescence! Now Leave, I have preparations to make ready for my next match.
The robed man leaves, seemingly scared of what Trace Demon is capable of. Trace walks up to the anarchy symbol, which is hanging in mid air, not connected to any strings. The symbol is drenched in what appears to be blood. Trace stands in front of it, before kneeling down and praying again.
A scream is heard from the backroom of the church, from the same robed figure that was talking to Trace earlier. Trace turns his head, looking in the direction of the scream.
Trace Demon: Theres a reason nobody mentions my brother's name, I guess you forgot that.
Trace turns back around, and begins to pray as rain pounds against the windows.
Trace Demon: Unholy one, give me the stregth to destory all in my way, to obliterate those who do not follow you, and give me the strength to pass on your word of death and destruction. I will follow you, Amen.
Steps are heard behind Trace Demon, another figure wearing a black robe walks up to him.
Robed Man: Trace, I see you have begun to spread the word personally. Congratulations on winning your first match.
Trace Demon: Thank you my follower, that win was just the first, more will bear witness to our lords message, they will suffer just like all the other non believers.
Rain bangs against the roof, entering through gaps in the ceiling, falling down upon the exact spot where Trace stands. The rain evaporates, dissapearing nearly as fast as they arrived.
Robed Man: Your brother would be proud of you.
Trace Demon: My brother was a fool, he could never achieve what I have managed to achieve, and I will not have his name uttered in my prescence! Now Leave, I have preparations to make ready for my next match.
The robed man leaves, seemingly scared of what Trace Demon is capable of. Trace walks up to the anarchy symbol, which is hanging in mid air, not connected to any strings. The symbol is drenched in what appears to be blood. Trace stands in front of it, before kneeling down and praying again.
A scream is heard from the backroom of the church, from the same robed figure that was talking to Trace earlier. Trace turns his head, looking in the direction of the scream.
Trace Demon: Theres a reason nobody mentions my brother's name, I guess you forgot that.
Trace turns back around, and begins to pray as rain pounds against the windows.
