Post by The Morning Star on Nov 6, 2015 22:12:46 GMT -6
The video which opened on the U.W.A. Internet network seemed to come from a hand held camera. A sure sign that everyone was about to see The Morning Star, Michael Rivers. However it didn't open on the Morning Star but on the gathered Children. The robed and hooded men and women known as “Demons” and the few proud members known as Fallen Angels.
They were gathered in a small clearing just in front of an area known as The Cabins. The “Demons” were gathered in a semi circle, a crescent moon shape with the opening facing the hundreds of little buildings. Standing in the center of that semi circle were the “Angels” all talking amongst themselves.
It was to them that whoever held the hand held camera went. The camera took in each one of them one by one. Danika in her white dress, to match her masks and the usual attire of Michael. A pair of white lace opera gloves ran up to her forearms and each legged was encased in white stockings.
Next to her stood Sariel, the beautiful Asian wrangler of Bene Elohim. She was dressed much like Danika, but in blood red. On each side of stood the Twins, each seemed to be fresh from a run in a tank top and shorts and on Danika's other side stood the jeans and T-shirt clad Maiko Adachi.
Danika seemed to be deep in conversation with Sariel.
Danika: “....Moved into the main house! Like one of us!”
Sariel nodded toward the camera and Danika's eyes turned toward it with disdain but her lips curled shut with displeasure. Immediately Sariel's eyes lowered and the Twins dropped to their knees with their heads bowed.
The camera turned and found Michael walking across the grass. He wore a solid white suit with the exception of a tie, which was black. His hair was now a base of blond with streaks of black, purple, pink and neon green.
Danika didn't drop into a kneel, but instead strode forward and slid her arms around his waist and lifted her head unexpectedly. Michael reached out and took a handful of her blond hair and lowered his face into a soft kiss. Danika giggled wickedly and stepped back.
Michael however swept his eyes over the gathered masses before speaking.
Michael: “All of you know why I was cast aside. Tossed from my home. I refused to take my eyes from the perfection that was my creator, that which gave me purpose and turn my eyes to the mundane insects that scurried all around.
My creator adored them. Fawned over them.....but I saw them for what they were. Nothing. They were worth nothing. They were lower then I was on every level....and yet I was asked to stand aside. To allow them to take my place....and I refused.
You all know what happened next. I was cast out. Thrown into the very depths to rot for eternity.”
There started an angry murmur around the gathered masses and Michael lifted his hands up for silence.
Michael: “Fast forward a few millennia and here we are. In this place, but I have not forgotten my place. The duty that was placed upon me by my creator and then reaffirmed by the one who allowed me to finally be reborn.
I force the human soul to reveal it's deepest secrets. The things that go bump....in the dark recesses of the human spirit. Those who are deemed truly innocent....are released back into the world to live their lives.
Those who have been preyed upon. Those who have been used. Taken. Beaten and battered. Those who have been forsaken by the Father who abandoned me so many eons ago, I take beneath my battered wings and shelter them.”
Sariel, Ananiel, Ramiel, Danika and even Maiko nodded gently to these words.
Michael: “....And those who deserve punishment, are handed the eternity they deserve. Servitude here with me, to make up for the horrors they have inflicted....or eternal burning in the lake of fire I created for the maggots that fester on this planet.
I am NOT some animal who hurts because he can. I am NOT some maniac who simply wants to court chaos. I am NOT some worthless avatar who wishes to rise above his station. I AM THE MORNING STAR. I AM LUCIFER MADE FLESH!”
Michael seemed to take a deep calming breath to settle himself and then turned his back to his gathered forces and began to walk. All of them following behind him until he came to the first small cabin and grasped the door.
Michael: “My mission is never forgotten. OUR purpose is never sacrificed for petty vendettas.”
Michael turned his attention to the Angels and levied a single finger on Sariel.
Michael: “What did you tell me? When I wanted to forsake, this....all of this, in favor of my own pursuits?”
Sariel then stepped forward and looked down at the ground, not wanting to meet her god's eyes.
Sariel: “The Children of Nephilim have a duty.....a mission.”
Michael: “And truer words have not been spoken. So when I learned that a horrible things had been done to one of my own....i knew I must act.”
Michael's hand, which grasped the doors of the Cabin standing in front of them and threw the door open. Inside was a man in his early fifties with graying brown hair, which stood disheveled. He wore the black suit and white color of a priest and was chained, and handcuffed to that inverted cross. unconscious.
The effect on Sariel was instant. Her hand came to her mouth in disbelief and tears began to freely fall down her face. Her legs begin to give out and she starts to fall to her knees only to be caught by the twins..
Michael however turned his back to the Cabin and looked at the gathered forces, but his eyes sought only Sariel.
Michael: “Originally from Ireland. A lifelong devotee to my father and a man who had pledged his life to the protection and education of the tender youth. Sariel my Child, I give you this gift. Will you grant this man Absolution and Freeman or does he deserve judgment?”
Sariel shook her head viciously back and forth with such venom that her hair flew around her beautiful, innocent face which was now contorted with animal like agony.
Sariel: “He deserves no absolution... for what he did to me, and Rocky and Turi and Sati and Tami and Ari and Sami what he allowed the Bishop to do to me, Naani and Rami!"
Each name seemed to come out of her mouth like spitting teeth. Michael said nothing, simply stood with his head downcast and his eyes focused up staring at her. Sariel then stepped forward next to her god and stared at the man inside the Cabin as he began to come around. He struggled against his chains as fear crept into his eyes when he saw Sariel.
Sariel: “I only wish there was more to be done to you... we called you Father... and you... let him be judged as he judged us..."
Michael reached out then and grasped the door of the Cabin.
Michael: “THEN LET IT BEGIN! I declare JUDGEMENT!”
The Robed and hooded Children instantly began to file out and torches began to flare to life in the darkness all around the camp. One by one. Michael slammed the door to the Cabin shut. Michael turned his back to the door and lifted his face to the heavens and said clearly.
Michael: “There's a reckoning coming and it burns beyond the grave. Lead inside my belly, because a soul has lost it's way. How did it's debts get paid? Why are you so afraid?”
It was clear as the Angels parted and Michael walked past them, that the camera was airing a Children of Nephilim Ritual. Something meant for the person in the Cabin awaiting judgment to hear, for as soon as Michael began to walk away Danika, Maiko Ananiel and Ramiel joined Sariel at the door. Together as one they chanted.
Angels: “When the fires have surrounded you.
With the Hounds of Hell coming after you.
You have blood on your name.
When the fires of Hell are consuming you
and your sacred stars won't be guiding you.
You have blood on your name!”
Slowly the robed and hooded children gathered around the house and then a single voice chanted out by hundreds of voices. The words carrying all around the compound. Echoing off the building and the walls. It boomed like thunder.
Everyone: “When the fires have surrounded you.
With the Hounds of Hell coming after you.
You have blood on your name.
When the fires of Hell are consuming you
and your sacred stars won't be guiding you.
You have blood on your name!”
The hand held camera then turned and followed Michael through the grounds and into the house. The second he walked into the house a door somewhere inside slammed. The camera followed Michael through the house and up the stairs. When he reached the second floor one of the doors was closed and he lifted a brow but said nothing.
Instead he moved into the bedroom and unbuttoned the top of the suit and slid it over his shoulders and laid it gently on the bed. Slowly he pulled the undershirt from his pants and unbuttoned that as well pulling it off. The two black wings on his back rippled and arched as he laid the second shirt on the jacket top.
Michael: “With personal business out of the way I can speak to the masses now. Speak to the three people who have my attention as equally as that little one room cabin does outside. Those three people are of course, Bethany Kenyon, Amy Zing and Silver Baron. Allow me to start with Bethany.....”
Michael spoke all of this with his back to the camera. As he spoke Bethany's name he crossed the room and plucked an object from the desk near the window. The object was turned end over end between his fingers until he held it between his fore and middle finger and held it up facing his back so the camera could see it.
It was a photograph of Las Vegas. A little white wedding chapel. A drunken Brody and Arsenal as Brody and Jeszika got married.
Michael: “He carried this in his wallet. So sure that he would be able to change his ways. I have shown the world the reason for what we did to him. The way he viewed people. The way he treated women. He needed to be educated for the betterment of this world......and the betterment of himself......but there is more to that story isn't there Bethany?”
Like a magician from the very city that event took place in, the photo sparked to flame in his hand and burned between his fingers before he allowed the burning photo to gently fall from his hand and float weakly to the floor.
Michael: “He was so deep inside it already. So blinded by loyalty to his new wife and the sex she gave him.....and you three. Oh, you had plans.”
Micheal’s foot came down and crushed the burning photo into the ground with a slam.
Michael: “Months! Months you spent lying. Cheating and betraying one another and him. Even as you planned to crush everything he had built.....you sat in his living room and came so very close to crossing that line.”
Michael never turned to the camera, simply lifted his hand and held up a single finger.
Michael: “You are guilty of the worst kind of betrayal there is. The betrayal of yourself. You do not get to hold onto this false illusion of purity. If you will not face the monster you are....i will hold the mirror while Danika slices your eyelids off and makes you.”
Michael then lowered his hand and pulled a small, old and decrepit bible from the desk and lifted it up to shoulder level so the camera could see it.
Michael: “Silver Baron. You never truly understand why I targeted you. The righteous pimp. The kind master. The words alone stood as the reason I targeted you.”
Like with the picture before, something inside the old feeble bible detonated and the pages flew in all directions just as Michael withdrew his hand to safety. A single piece of paper floated through the air and Michael plucked it from the air and held it up for the camera as he kept his back turned.
The paper held the word “Liar” and then that piece of paper flashes into ashes and Michael took his hand free of the ash.
Michael: “Oblivion. Silver Baron. They are equal in their truest sin. There is no such thing as a righteous pimp. There is no such thing as a Kind master. You take advantage of women who simply do not know any better. You will claim they will do it with or without you....and your right, but only a parasite profits off the despair of innocents.”
Michael lifted his hand again and a single finger was held up just like before this time it tilted and pointed back at the camera, at Baron.
Michael: “Parasite.”
Michael then lowered his hand and shook his head in disgust.
Michael: “You preach like a backwoods holy man, spewing your taint and sin over anyone who will listen and in the same breath stand there and claim that you are a good man. A good human being. This....”
Michael lifts his hand and motions to the compound out the window.
Michael: “Removes filth like you from the world.....but I do not claim I am a good man, a good entity for doing it. I am evil incarnate. I know what I am, I do not try and hide it under the flashy veneer of of some kind of of some kind of savior.
You claim that the different between us is that your honest.....with who Baron? Your not honest with anyone in your entire life....and your not sure not honest with yourself. You claim that your a honest business man. A good friend and kind employer and your lying on all accounts.
I never claimed to be a good. I never claimed to be anything but what and who I am. You hide behide this need to be good. To be liked......
And in truth Baron.....regardless of that tag match, that is why you cannot beat me...because I only carry myself into a match....you carry you and your inflated self worth. Though I do admit I must be worried.....it's not everyone who can be so flexible he can pat himself on the back.”
Michael then reached out again and his hand ran tenderly across the head of the big red teddy bear before pulling it into his grasp.
Michael: “Amy. I don't know how many different ways I can say this. Dahlia may look down on me now....and feel I failed her but that is only after so much has changed since the day you all met her. So much was different then. You know better then to look back at the way I was and say I failed.
But I cannot stop the way you feel or the things you say. All I can do now is stop you from doing anymore damage. Slowly coral those who think like you and put them down like the rabid dogs you all are. You cannot hope to understand what I am doing now. What I have become. You are merely human after all.
The screaming fans.....the fanatics who fawn over your every word. They may agree that I want adulation....but I wonder if my Children feel the same way? Does Sariel after what I have done for her? Does Danika? When Danika does not bow or Maiko does not kneel.....do I strike her? No.
They do not question my Hell.....so I allow them those little things. I do not want their prayer. I do not want their homage or adulation. I deserve it, but do not expect it....this is why my Angels give it. I care only about Sins and punishing those who prey on others.....
but that is not what this is about is it Amy? You can scream at the top of your lungs about how you want to stop us. How you want to wipe our taint off the planet and how you will stop me at any cost.....but we both know better then that.”
With his back to the camera Michael lifted the bear up.
Michael: “It's about this. Something you feel you have some divine right to. Something you feel is yours by right. Something you feel I should not possess. This isn't about my Children. This isn't about Danika or Maiko and it's damn sure not about me. It's about this bear, and Dahlia.
Where were you when that stalker caught up with us? Where were you when she began to regress back into that basement more by the day? Where were you when she saw her father, uncles and mother raping her over and over again every time she closed her eyes? Where were you when that woman splattered her blood across the tile?
That's right.....you were off living your own life. You had moved on with your life. Put that company and your so called friends in the past. They were not part of who you became. They were people you used to know.
Me? I was by her side. Through all of it. Except the final.....except when she needed me most and that is a cross I will bear until the day I return to the prison my Father designed for me......but atleast I do not twist the past to suit my own needs.....you wanted this war between us, not me.
You had done nothing to warrant my attention and I was happy to keep it that way.....but you just had to play the avenger....for slights which never happened.”
Michael didn't destroy this object, but instead simply allowed it to fall to the ground, where the camera panned down to show dozens of bears. All alike and then shifted back up to his back and those black wings.
Michael: “You have said over and over again that Dahlia would not want something like us, done in her memory.....so I ask it a different way. A group which punishes Sinners....wouldn't be the dream of a woman who spent ten years being raped every day?
No Amy.....i think it would be. Even if you do not agree.”
Michael then lifted his hand and waved the camera away. The camera began to turn as a new voice joined the convo.
??: “..Um....Michael.....”
The voice was not Danika, or Sariel or Maiko. Definitely female and familiar but before the camera could reach her, someone yanked the camera's video and audio cables and the scene snapped to darkness.
They were gathered in a small clearing just in front of an area known as The Cabins. The “Demons” were gathered in a semi circle, a crescent moon shape with the opening facing the hundreds of little buildings. Standing in the center of that semi circle were the “Angels” all talking amongst themselves.
It was to them that whoever held the hand held camera went. The camera took in each one of them one by one. Danika in her white dress, to match her masks and the usual attire of Michael. A pair of white lace opera gloves ran up to her forearms and each legged was encased in white stockings.
Next to her stood Sariel, the beautiful Asian wrangler of Bene Elohim. She was dressed much like Danika, but in blood red. On each side of stood the Twins, each seemed to be fresh from a run in a tank top and shorts and on Danika's other side stood the jeans and T-shirt clad Maiko Adachi.
Danika seemed to be deep in conversation with Sariel.
Danika: “....Moved into the main house! Like one of us!”
Sariel nodded toward the camera and Danika's eyes turned toward it with disdain but her lips curled shut with displeasure. Immediately Sariel's eyes lowered and the Twins dropped to their knees with their heads bowed.
The camera turned and found Michael walking across the grass. He wore a solid white suit with the exception of a tie, which was black. His hair was now a base of blond with streaks of black, purple, pink and neon green.
Danika didn't drop into a kneel, but instead strode forward and slid her arms around his waist and lifted her head unexpectedly. Michael reached out and took a handful of her blond hair and lowered his face into a soft kiss. Danika giggled wickedly and stepped back.
Michael however swept his eyes over the gathered masses before speaking.
Michael: “All of you know why I was cast aside. Tossed from my home. I refused to take my eyes from the perfection that was my creator, that which gave me purpose and turn my eyes to the mundane insects that scurried all around.
My creator adored them. Fawned over them.....but I saw them for what they were. Nothing. They were worth nothing. They were lower then I was on every level....and yet I was asked to stand aside. To allow them to take my place....and I refused.
You all know what happened next. I was cast out. Thrown into the very depths to rot for eternity.”
There started an angry murmur around the gathered masses and Michael lifted his hands up for silence.
Michael: “Fast forward a few millennia and here we are. In this place, but I have not forgotten my place. The duty that was placed upon me by my creator and then reaffirmed by the one who allowed me to finally be reborn.
I force the human soul to reveal it's deepest secrets. The things that go bump....in the dark recesses of the human spirit. Those who are deemed truly innocent....are released back into the world to live their lives.
Those who have been preyed upon. Those who have been used. Taken. Beaten and battered. Those who have been forsaken by the Father who abandoned me so many eons ago, I take beneath my battered wings and shelter them.”
Sariel, Ananiel, Ramiel, Danika and even Maiko nodded gently to these words.
Michael: “....And those who deserve punishment, are handed the eternity they deserve. Servitude here with me, to make up for the horrors they have inflicted....or eternal burning in the lake of fire I created for the maggots that fester on this planet.
I am NOT some animal who hurts because he can. I am NOT some maniac who simply wants to court chaos. I am NOT some worthless avatar who wishes to rise above his station. I AM THE MORNING STAR. I AM LUCIFER MADE FLESH!”
Michael seemed to take a deep calming breath to settle himself and then turned his back to his gathered forces and began to walk. All of them following behind him until he came to the first small cabin and grasped the door.
Michael: “My mission is never forgotten. OUR purpose is never sacrificed for petty vendettas.”
Michael turned his attention to the Angels and levied a single finger on Sariel.
Michael: “What did you tell me? When I wanted to forsake, this....all of this, in favor of my own pursuits?”
Sariel then stepped forward and looked down at the ground, not wanting to meet her god's eyes.
Sariel: “The Children of Nephilim have a duty.....a mission.”
Michael: “And truer words have not been spoken. So when I learned that a horrible things had been done to one of my own....i knew I must act.”
Michael's hand, which grasped the doors of the Cabin standing in front of them and threw the door open. Inside was a man in his early fifties with graying brown hair, which stood disheveled. He wore the black suit and white color of a priest and was chained, and handcuffed to that inverted cross. unconscious.
The effect on Sariel was instant. Her hand came to her mouth in disbelief and tears began to freely fall down her face. Her legs begin to give out and she starts to fall to her knees only to be caught by the twins..
Michael however turned his back to the Cabin and looked at the gathered forces, but his eyes sought only Sariel.
Michael: “Originally from Ireland. A lifelong devotee to my father and a man who had pledged his life to the protection and education of the tender youth. Sariel my Child, I give you this gift. Will you grant this man Absolution and Freeman or does he deserve judgment?”
Sariel shook her head viciously back and forth with such venom that her hair flew around her beautiful, innocent face which was now contorted with animal like agony.
Sariel: “He deserves no absolution... for what he did to me, and Rocky and Turi and Sati and Tami and Ari and Sami what he allowed the Bishop to do to me, Naani and Rami!"
Each name seemed to come out of her mouth like spitting teeth. Michael said nothing, simply stood with his head downcast and his eyes focused up staring at her. Sariel then stepped forward next to her god and stared at the man inside the Cabin as he began to come around. He struggled against his chains as fear crept into his eyes when he saw Sariel.
Sariel: “I only wish there was more to be done to you... we called you Father... and you... let him be judged as he judged us..."
Michael reached out then and grasped the door of the Cabin.
Michael: “THEN LET IT BEGIN! I declare JUDGEMENT!”
The Robed and hooded Children instantly began to file out and torches began to flare to life in the darkness all around the camp. One by one. Michael slammed the door to the Cabin shut. Michael turned his back to the door and lifted his face to the heavens and said clearly.
Michael: “There's a reckoning coming and it burns beyond the grave. Lead inside my belly, because a soul has lost it's way. How did it's debts get paid? Why are you so afraid?”
It was clear as the Angels parted and Michael walked past them, that the camera was airing a Children of Nephilim Ritual. Something meant for the person in the Cabin awaiting judgment to hear, for as soon as Michael began to walk away Danika, Maiko Ananiel and Ramiel joined Sariel at the door. Together as one they chanted.
Angels: “When the fires have surrounded you.
With the Hounds of Hell coming after you.
You have blood on your name.
When the fires of Hell are consuming you
and your sacred stars won't be guiding you.
You have blood on your name!”
Slowly the robed and hooded children gathered around the house and then a single voice chanted out by hundreds of voices. The words carrying all around the compound. Echoing off the building and the walls. It boomed like thunder.
Everyone: “When the fires have surrounded you.
With the Hounds of Hell coming after you.
You have blood on your name.
When the fires of Hell are consuming you
and your sacred stars won't be guiding you.
You have blood on your name!”
**
The hand held camera then turned and followed Michael through the grounds and into the house. The second he walked into the house a door somewhere inside slammed. The camera followed Michael through the house and up the stairs. When he reached the second floor one of the doors was closed and he lifted a brow but said nothing.
Instead he moved into the bedroom and unbuttoned the top of the suit and slid it over his shoulders and laid it gently on the bed. Slowly he pulled the undershirt from his pants and unbuttoned that as well pulling it off. The two black wings on his back rippled and arched as he laid the second shirt on the jacket top.
Michael: “With personal business out of the way I can speak to the masses now. Speak to the three people who have my attention as equally as that little one room cabin does outside. Those three people are of course, Bethany Kenyon, Amy Zing and Silver Baron. Allow me to start with Bethany.....”
Michael spoke all of this with his back to the camera. As he spoke Bethany's name he crossed the room and plucked an object from the desk near the window. The object was turned end over end between his fingers until he held it between his fore and middle finger and held it up facing his back so the camera could see it.
It was a photograph of Las Vegas. A little white wedding chapel. A drunken Brody and Arsenal as Brody and Jeszika got married.
Michael: “He carried this in his wallet. So sure that he would be able to change his ways. I have shown the world the reason for what we did to him. The way he viewed people. The way he treated women. He needed to be educated for the betterment of this world......and the betterment of himself......but there is more to that story isn't there Bethany?”
Like a magician from the very city that event took place in, the photo sparked to flame in his hand and burned between his fingers before he allowed the burning photo to gently fall from his hand and float weakly to the floor.
Michael: “He was so deep inside it already. So blinded by loyalty to his new wife and the sex she gave him.....and you three. Oh, you had plans.”
Micheal’s foot came down and crushed the burning photo into the ground with a slam.
Michael: “Months! Months you spent lying. Cheating and betraying one another and him. Even as you planned to crush everything he had built.....you sat in his living room and came so very close to crossing that line.”
Michael never turned to the camera, simply lifted his hand and held up a single finger.
Michael: “You are guilty of the worst kind of betrayal there is. The betrayal of yourself. You do not get to hold onto this false illusion of purity. If you will not face the monster you are....i will hold the mirror while Danika slices your eyelids off and makes you.”
Michael then lowered his hand and pulled a small, old and decrepit bible from the desk and lifted it up to shoulder level so the camera could see it.
Michael: “Silver Baron. You never truly understand why I targeted you. The righteous pimp. The kind master. The words alone stood as the reason I targeted you.”
Like with the picture before, something inside the old feeble bible detonated and the pages flew in all directions just as Michael withdrew his hand to safety. A single piece of paper floated through the air and Michael plucked it from the air and held it up for the camera as he kept his back turned.
The paper held the word “Liar” and then that piece of paper flashes into ashes and Michael took his hand free of the ash.
Michael: “Oblivion. Silver Baron. They are equal in their truest sin. There is no such thing as a righteous pimp. There is no such thing as a Kind master. You take advantage of women who simply do not know any better. You will claim they will do it with or without you....and your right, but only a parasite profits off the despair of innocents.”
Michael lifted his hand again and a single finger was held up just like before this time it tilted and pointed back at the camera, at Baron.
Michael: “Parasite.”
Michael then lowered his hand and shook his head in disgust.
Michael: “You preach like a backwoods holy man, spewing your taint and sin over anyone who will listen and in the same breath stand there and claim that you are a good man. A good human being. This....”
Michael lifts his hand and motions to the compound out the window.
Michael: “Removes filth like you from the world.....but I do not claim I am a good man, a good entity for doing it. I am evil incarnate. I know what I am, I do not try and hide it under the flashy veneer of of some kind of of some kind of savior.
You claim that the different between us is that your honest.....with who Baron? Your not honest with anyone in your entire life....and your not sure not honest with yourself. You claim that your a honest business man. A good friend and kind employer and your lying on all accounts.
I never claimed to be a good. I never claimed to be anything but what and who I am. You hide behide this need to be good. To be liked......
And in truth Baron.....regardless of that tag match, that is why you cannot beat me...because I only carry myself into a match....you carry you and your inflated self worth. Though I do admit I must be worried.....it's not everyone who can be so flexible he can pat himself on the back.”
Michael then reached out again and his hand ran tenderly across the head of the big red teddy bear before pulling it into his grasp.
Michael: “Amy. I don't know how many different ways I can say this. Dahlia may look down on me now....and feel I failed her but that is only after so much has changed since the day you all met her. So much was different then. You know better then to look back at the way I was and say I failed.
But I cannot stop the way you feel or the things you say. All I can do now is stop you from doing anymore damage. Slowly coral those who think like you and put them down like the rabid dogs you all are. You cannot hope to understand what I am doing now. What I have become. You are merely human after all.
The screaming fans.....the fanatics who fawn over your every word. They may agree that I want adulation....but I wonder if my Children feel the same way? Does Sariel after what I have done for her? Does Danika? When Danika does not bow or Maiko does not kneel.....do I strike her? No.
They do not question my Hell.....so I allow them those little things. I do not want their prayer. I do not want their homage or adulation. I deserve it, but do not expect it....this is why my Angels give it. I care only about Sins and punishing those who prey on others.....
but that is not what this is about is it Amy? You can scream at the top of your lungs about how you want to stop us. How you want to wipe our taint off the planet and how you will stop me at any cost.....but we both know better then that.”
With his back to the camera Michael lifted the bear up.
Michael: “It's about this. Something you feel you have some divine right to. Something you feel is yours by right. Something you feel I should not possess. This isn't about my Children. This isn't about Danika or Maiko and it's damn sure not about me. It's about this bear, and Dahlia.
Where were you when that stalker caught up with us? Where were you when she began to regress back into that basement more by the day? Where were you when she saw her father, uncles and mother raping her over and over again every time she closed her eyes? Where were you when that woman splattered her blood across the tile?
That's right.....you were off living your own life. You had moved on with your life. Put that company and your so called friends in the past. They were not part of who you became. They were people you used to know.
Me? I was by her side. Through all of it. Except the final.....except when she needed me most and that is a cross I will bear until the day I return to the prison my Father designed for me......but atleast I do not twist the past to suit my own needs.....you wanted this war between us, not me.
You had done nothing to warrant my attention and I was happy to keep it that way.....but you just had to play the avenger....for slights which never happened.”
Michael didn't destroy this object, but instead simply allowed it to fall to the ground, where the camera panned down to show dozens of bears. All alike and then shifted back up to his back and those black wings.
Michael: “You have said over and over again that Dahlia would not want something like us, done in her memory.....so I ask it a different way. A group which punishes Sinners....wouldn't be the dream of a woman who spent ten years being raped every day?
No Amy.....i think it would be. Even if you do not agree.”
Michael then lifted his hand and waved the camera away. The camera began to turn as a new voice joined the convo.
??: “..Um....Michael.....”
The voice was not Danika, or Sariel or Maiko. Definitely female and familiar but before the camera could reach her, someone yanked the camera's video and audio cables and the scene snapped to darkness.
