Post by The Morning Star on Oct 3, 2015 22:43:41 GMT -6
When the lines of the hand held camera were plugged in and the video began to run the first image the pops up to the UWA feeds is that of the shirtless body of Michael Rivers. He is sitting on the edge of a bed in a bedroom that UWA had never seen.
The room was solid white, almost like those silent rooms that exist all around the world. The bed had white sheets and a white bedspread. The curtains were white, the desk, bed frame and chairs made of white oak.
The camera comes around the pale form of Michael Rivers to show the two black wings tattooed along his back. His back was shown to also have scratches that ran from his shoulder blades down to the line of his ripped jeans. His hair was now dyed pale green and pulled up into a loose ponytail.
As Michael rose from the bed and reached down for the loose fitting white silk shirt to throw on the camera shifted around the room to get a better look. There were professionally painted images of Dahlia, but none of them were in make up. She looked pale and natural and beautiful.
There were also pictures, obviously done by the same artist, of Danika Bayne. Dahlia looked childlike and happy, while Danika looked malicious and devious. They both had smiles in the paintings, but their smiles seemed to speak of two different things. One of innocent, the other of promises of sin.
Michael didn't take in this room, he had seen it. He had introduced it to him and his world. His Harbinger had done a wonderful job of preparing it for his arrival. Once the shirt was on he left it unbuttoned but did button the cuffs on each sleeve and then turned to look at the camera.
Michael: “Is the rest of it done yet?”
He spoke obviously to the person behind the camera, the person who has always been behind it and it should come as no surprise to people when Danika's voice answered.
Danika: “For the most part yes. There are still a couple of the paintings that are either being done, or being programmed.”
Michael: “And these?”
Michael asked softly lifting his hand to motion to the room around them.
Danika: “All programmed as you commanded....”
Michael: “And that programming?”
Danika: “Will be changed at random intervals, as you commanded.”
Michael crossed the room and came to the furthest painting from the door obviously leading out. Just below the painting, on the frame itself was a small button and when pressed a voice came from the paintings itself. It was the voice of Danika Bayne.....but softer. Gentler. When she was known as Dani Bay....and of himself once upon a time.
Danielle Bay: “Do you ever struggle with your need to be a good man?”
Carnage: “I struggle.....with all my needs Miss Bay. Just like everyone else.”
Danielle Bay: “My guess is you struggle with it everyday. What you are.....crashing.....into who you are.”
Michael glanced over at the camera. Danika couldn't be seen but the camera didn't shift or move. She was staring right back at him. She knew these, all of them and what they meant. Where they came from. Michael moved on to the next picture, this one of Danika smirking with passion and pressed the button. Again old recorded voices met them.
Carnage: “If you have something to say Miss Bay.....say it.”
Danielle Bay: “Whatever happens today. Whatever you do. The outcome lands on you. Are you willing to let those left who love you pay the price for those mistakes? Is that what a good man would do? Cuz if that happens I promise you it will destroy you....that’s not the education talking....that's a flawed daughter who made a lot of mistakes.”
Michael moved to the next picture, this one dead center of the room and pressed the button. Again voices from a life passed came from the picture.
Danielle Bay: “I lost someone I loved.....to senseless violence. I....didn't want him arrested. I wanted him dead. Heartless cold bullets to the back of the head. It's a natural reaction. A desire for revenge.....the difference is, in my world I knew those violent desires would never become real.....but in yours it's a very likely outcome.....”
Michael looked back at the camera again and there was something in his eyes now. He knew about her high school boyfriend and his death. He moved to the last picture next to the door, this one was of Danika with a smile that could only be called sinister.
Before he could press the button however a hand grabbed his wrist and he looked back at Danika.
Danika: “Let me do this one.....”
A slender hand reached out and pressed the button at the bottom of the frame. This Danielle's voice was softer, more loving. Michael's brows came together. He knew this moment. This session of their counseling
This was the day Danielle Bay turned her back on her former life and became Danika Bayne. The first time someone called him Michael. The day his own world changed.
Danielle Bay: “We wanna stay the same but we can't. The older we get.....the further we get from who we thought we were.....i understand the pain your in. I know the turmoil you live with Michael.....i feel the pain you wake up with everyday.”
Michael turned to look at the tiny blond who stood behind him holding the camera. He remembered. She had given herself to him that night. So pale, so tiny. She claimed every part of her that day. Her heart in the day....her body that evening.....and her soul that night.
Michael: “The day you gave me your heart....and I took your body....”
The camera shuttered at the memory of that night. How passionate she has finally allowed herself to be. How she had done things, and allowed things to be done to her that she never imagined she could. Things she would have deemed “slutty”.
Michael: “And that night.....”
Danika turned and walked from the room with Michael following and her hand was shown pointing to a picture that only seemed to be smears of red. Like splatters of blood across the canvas. Michael approached it and pressed the button at the bottom.
The sound which came was a clearly feminine whimpering. Not a pleasure filled whimper, but a whimper of pain, as if someone had been tortured. Then came the grunting from the clearly feminine source and the sound of wet blows, like punching someone covered in blood and Micheal’s screaming voice.
Michael: “DAHLIA! HER NAME WAS DAHLIA! SAY IT! DAHLIA!”
Micheal’s lip twitched. He remembered that well. The woman had been beaten badly before. Barely alive as he lifted her bloody face by the hair and delivered blow after blow as he screamed the name of the woman she had murdered. The name of the woman child he had failed.
Michael shook the images of that bloody night out of his mind and began down the stairs. More portraits would be added. More memories frozen in time. As he reached the door leading out of the pure white house he threw the door open and found the collected Children of Nephilim kneeling in the grass beyond his door.
Hundreds of them in total.
The Twins and Sariel kneeling in the front with Maiko the only one standing behind them all and staring at this new man they called their god. Michael looked back at Danika and then over at Maiko. Danika stepped forward then to stand at his side.
Danika: “Do you need a day in the cabins Mother Maiko?”
Maiko: “Nope.”
Maiko's tone was defiant.
Danika: “Then kneel to Lord Lucifer or we will make you.”
Maiko looked at Danika in disdain and then dropped to a single knee and lowered her head. Michael then stepped forward and held open his hands showing the blue jeans and white open silk shirt.
Michael: “Do you know why you are all here?”
Masses: “Yes M'Lord!”
Michael: “Did you all do things to people? Victimize people? Torment people.”
Masses: “YES O'LORD!”
Michael: “And do you deserve your penance in hell?”
Masses: “YES O'LORD!”
Michael walked forward then through the masses and watched the cowering mass. Only the Twins and Sariel didn't shake in fear. He was their god. He was the reason they had been tortured. Clensed of their independence and free spirit.
Michael passed a red head whose whole body was shaking and stopped. He looked over at Danika, who walked two steps behind him with a lifted brow.
Danika: “Maribelle. Formally a nurse. She claimed that you favored her favors......”
Michael: “And you didn't like that did you My Harbinger?”
Danika: “The presumption that she would choose when she went to your bed and not I.....offended me.”
Michael: “So you had her broken.....Good Girl.”
Sariel lifted her head and turned it to look behind her.
Sariel: “O'Lord?
Michael turned on his heels then and looked behind him.
Michael: “Yes my Angel? Never fear to speak to me or my Harbinger.”
Collectively Sariel and the Twins stood and made their way through the cowering masses of The Children. They stopped before Michael and Danika and bowed their heads.
Ananiel: “The Harbinger felt.....”
Ramiel: “.....we should honor our Lord with a gift.....”
Sariel: “So we searched far and wide when we heard you were coming O'LORD.”
Michael: “Show me Angels.”
The twins and Sariel led Michael and Danika through the masses of Children to what was known as “the Cabins” where the Children were taken, tortured and broken. Their humanity taken. The whole area was filled with the smell of blood, sweat and fear and the sounds of whimpering and crying. The sounds of Hell.
In the center of The Cabins Sariel approached a door and slowly undid the latch. Sariel pulled the door back and chained to the floor was a man in his fifties. He wasn't scared, more angry. And then his eyes fell on Michael.
Man: “....Oh god......”
The look in Micheal’s eyes.....wasn't peaceful evil. It was hate. Bestial. Feral hate. He never took his eyes off the man as he spoke.
Michael: “Harbinger.....did you have a hand in this.....”
Danika: “....He looks like.....you described....is that? Her....”
Michael: “....Yes.”
Michael hissed the words out.
Michael: “Did you?”
Danika: “No Lord. Sariel and the Twins did this on their own.”
Michael turned without warning and took each of the Twins heads in each hand and brought them forward and kissed their heads one after the other. The Twins looked like they would pass out then and there and then he turned on Sariel and kissed her full on the mouth. Passionately and Sariel returned the kiss.
Michael ripped his mouth from the Asian woman's and grabbed the door panting with need. His eyes filled with intense pulsating hatred.
Michael: “Welcome to Hell Clarence!”
And Michael slammed the door shut and the camera was immediately shut off. Danika knew who this was and knew....Michael wouldn't want this one broken. He'd want this one.....dead.
The room was solid white, almost like those silent rooms that exist all around the world. The bed had white sheets and a white bedspread. The curtains were white, the desk, bed frame and chairs made of white oak.
The camera comes around the pale form of Michael Rivers to show the two black wings tattooed along his back. His back was shown to also have scratches that ran from his shoulder blades down to the line of his ripped jeans. His hair was now dyed pale green and pulled up into a loose ponytail.
As Michael rose from the bed and reached down for the loose fitting white silk shirt to throw on the camera shifted around the room to get a better look. There were professionally painted images of Dahlia, but none of them were in make up. She looked pale and natural and beautiful.
There were also pictures, obviously done by the same artist, of Danika Bayne. Dahlia looked childlike and happy, while Danika looked malicious and devious. They both had smiles in the paintings, but their smiles seemed to speak of two different things. One of innocent, the other of promises of sin.
Michael didn't take in this room, he had seen it. He had introduced it to him and his world. His Harbinger had done a wonderful job of preparing it for his arrival. Once the shirt was on he left it unbuttoned but did button the cuffs on each sleeve and then turned to look at the camera.
Michael: “Is the rest of it done yet?”
He spoke obviously to the person behind the camera, the person who has always been behind it and it should come as no surprise to people when Danika's voice answered.
Danika: “For the most part yes. There are still a couple of the paintings that are either being done, or being programmed.”
Michael: “And these?”
Michael asked softly lifting his hand to motion to the room around them.
Danika: “All programmed as you commanded....”
Michael: “And that programming?”
Danika: “Will be changed at random intervals, as you commanded.”
Michael crossed the room and came to the furthest painting from the door obviously leading out. Just below the painting, on the frame itself was a small button and when pressed a voice came from the paintings itself. It was the voice of Danika Bayne.....but softer. Gentler. When she was known as Dani Bay....and of himself once upon a time.
Danielle Bay: “Do you ever struggle with your need to be a good man?”
Carnage: “I struggle.....with all my needs Miss Bay. Just like everyone else.”
Danielle Bay: “My guess is you struggle with it everyday. What you are.....crashing.....into who you are.”
Michael glanced over at the camera. Danika couldn't be seen but the camera didn't shift or move. She was staring right back at him. She knew these, all of them and what they meant. Where they came from. Michael moved on to the next picture, this one of Danika smirking with passion and pressed the button. Again old recorded voices met them.
Carnage: “If you have something to say Miss Bay.....say it.”
Danielle Bay: “Whatever happens today. Whatever you do. The outcome lands on you. Are you willing to let those left who love you pay the price for those mistakes? Is that what a good man would do? Cuz if that happens I promise you it will destroy you....that’s not the education talking....that's a flawed daughter who made a lot of mistakes.”
Michael moved to the next picture, this one dead center of the room and pressed the button. Again voices from a life passed came from the picture.
Danielle Bay: “I lost someone I loved.....to senseless violence. I....didn't want him arrested. I wanted him dead. Heartless cold bullets to the back of the head. It's a natural reaction. A desire for revenge.....the difference is, in my world I knew those violent desires would never become real.....but in yours it's a very likely outcome.....”
Michael looked back at the camera again and there was something in his eyes now. He knew about her high school boyfriend and his death. He moved to the last picture next to the door, this one was of Danika with a smile that could only be called sinister.
Before he could press the button however a hand grabbed his wrist and he looked back at Danika.
Danika: “Let me do this one.....”
A slender hand reached out and pressed the button at the bottom of the frame. This Danielle's voice was softer, more loving. Michael's brows came together. He knew this moment. This session of their counseling
This was the day Danielle Bay turned her back on her former life and became Danika Bayne. The first time someone called him Michael. The day his own world changed.
Danielle Bay: “We wanna stay the same but we can't. The older we get.....the further we get from who we thought we were.....i understand the pain your in. I know the turmoil you live with Michael.....i feel the pain you wake up with everyday.”
Michael turned to look at the tiny blond who stood behind him holding the camera. He remembered. She had given herself to him that night. So pale, so tiny. She claimed every part of her that day. Her heart in the day....her body that evening.....and her soul that night.
Michael: “The day you gave me your heart....and I took your body....”
The camera shuttered at the memory of that night. How passionate she has finally allowed herself to be. How she had done things, and allowed things to be done to her that she never imagined she could. Things she would have deemed “slutty”.
Michael: “And that night.....”
Danika turned and walked from the room with Michael following and her hand was shown pointing to a picture that only seemed to be smears of red. Like splatters of blood across the canvas. Michael approached it and pressed the button at the bottom.
The sound which came was a clearly feminine whimpering. Not a pleasure filled whimper, but a whimper of pain, as if someone had been tortured. Then came the grunting from the clearly feminine source and the sound of wet blows, like punching someone covered in blood and Micheal’s screaming voice.
Michael: “DAHLIA! HER NAME WAS DAHLIA! SAY IT! DAHLIA!”
Micheal’s lip twitched. He remembered that well. The woman had been beaten badly before. Barely alive as he lifted her bloody face by the hair and delivered blow after blow as he screamed the name of the woman she had murdered. The name of the woman child he had failed.
Michael shook the images of that bloody night out of his mind and began down the stairs. More portraits would be added. More memories frozen in time. As he reached the door leading out of the pure white house he threw the door open and found the collected Children of Nephilim kneeling in the grass beyond his door.
Hundreds of them in total.
The Twins and Sariel kneeling in the front with Maiko the only one standing behind them all and staring at this new man they called their god. Michael looked back at Danika and then over at Maiko. Danika stepped forward then to stand at his side.
Danika: “Do you need a day in the cabins Mother Maiko?”
Maiko: “Nope.”
Maiko's tone was defiant.
Danika: “Then kneel to Lord Lucifer or we will make you.”
Maiko looked at Danika in disdain and then dropped to a single knee and lowered her head. Michael then stepped forward and held open his hands showing the blue jeans and white open silk shirt.
Michael: “Do you know why you are all here?”
Masses: “Yes M'Lord!”
Michael: “Did you all do things to people? Victimize people? Torment people.”
Masses: “YES O'LORD!”
Michael: “And do you deserve your penance in hell?”
Masses: “YES O'LORD!”
Michael walked forward then through the masses and watched the cowering mass. Only the Twins and Sariel didn't shake in fear. He was their god. He was the reason they had been tortured. Clensed of their independence and free spirit.
Michael passed a red head whose whole body was shaking and stopped. He looked over at Danika, who walked two steps behind him with a lifted brow.
Danika: “Maribelle. Formally a nurse. She claimed that you favored her favors......”
Michael: “And you didn't like that did you My Harbinger?”
Danika: “The presumption that she would choose when she went to your bed and not I.....offended me.”
Michael: “So you had her broken.....Good Girl.”
Sariel lifted her head and turned it to look behind her.
Sariel: “O'Lord?
Michael turned on his heels then and looked behind him.
Michael: “Yes my Angel? Never fear to speak to me or my Harbinger.”
Collectively Sariel and the Twins stood and made their way through the cowering masses of The Children. They stopped before Michael and Danika and bowed their heads.
Ananiel: “The Harbinger felt.....”
Ramiel: “.....we should honor our Lord with a gift.....”
Sariel: “So we searched far and wide when we heard you were coming O'LORD.”
Michael: “Show me Angels.”
The twins and Sariel led Michael and Danika through the masses of Children to what was known as “the Cabins” where the Children were taken, tortured and broken. Their humanity taken. The whole area was filled with the smell of blood, sweat and fear and the sounds of whimpering and crying. The sounds of Hell.
In the center of The Cabins Sariel approached a door and slowly undid the latch. Sariel pulled the door back and chained to the floor was a man in his fifties. He wasn't scared, more angry. And then his eyes fell on Michael.
Man: “....Oh god......”
The look in Micheal’s eyes.....wasn't peaceful evil. It was hate. Bestial. Feral hate. He never took his eyes off the man as he spoke.
Michael: “Harbinger.....did you have a hand in this.....”
Danika: “....He looks like.....you described....is that? Her....”
Michael: “....Yes.”
Michael hissed the words out.
Michael: “Did you?”
Danika: “No Lord. Sariel and the Twins did this on their own.”
Michael turned without warning and took each of the Twins heads in each hand and brought them forward and kissed their heads one after the other. The Twins looked like they would pass out then and there and then he turned on Sariel and kissed her full on the mouth. Passionately and Sariel returned the kiss.
Michael ripped his mouth from the Asian woman's and grabbed the door panting with need. His eyes filled with intense pulsating hatred.
Michael: “Welcome to Hell Clarence!”
And Michael slammed the door shut and the camera was immediately shut off. Danika knew who this was and knew....Michael wouldn't want this one broken. He'd want this one.....dead.
