Post by THE MANLIEST MAN ON THE PLANET on Nov 10, 2013 19:11:47 GMT -6
“NO…”
The vast temple in front of him was struck with a righteous thunderbolt from the heavens as the earth beneath them shook with rage. The cloaked figures quivered in fear as Redfield looked about himself concerned with what was going on. The temple walls cracked, the entire building splitting in two. Rock and ash bellowed from the building and lava began spewing from its summit, firing out in great blasts of light engulfing the cloaked figures as it touched them. Their bodies burned, their screams were muted and their exposed skeletons crumpled to dust like the victims of Pompeii.
You must have been phlegmatic in stature
The gates of thanos are a spread eagle wide
You let the shutters make sackcloth and ashes
Out of a blind man’s picaresque heart
You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil
The gates of thanos are a spread eagle wide
You let the shutters make sackcloth and ashes
Out of a blind man’s picaresque heart
You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil
The entire world collapsed and crumbled to dust. Andreas fell down to his knees, his eyes glowing a burning and brilliant gold. His wounds suddenly healed, his torn clothing stitched itself together, his rough greying shaggy beard trimmed itself down to a neat goatee and moustache combination. As he raised his head he saw one solitary figure in black stop before him, a figure that was quivering in fear. The image of Jason Redfield began changing and morphing back into the gangly figure that he had met in his original prison and it all made sense to Andreas. This was not Redfield. He could not harm him here. He could not harm him anywhere. This was the thing that had been plaguing him all his life… This was The Morning Star…
It's not over till the tremulant sings
These ides of march
Are they so make believe
How tempts the revenant
Slice up and not across
You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil
These ides of march
Are they so make believe
How tempts the revenant
Slice up and not across
You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil
Morning Star: “No… t-this…t-this is not possible…”
The figure began to run, but the pitch blackness of the world was walled off and he crashed into an invisible wall of nothingness, falling to the floor with a scream of agony.
Morning Star: “This is supposed to be YOUR end… This is meant to be YOUR demise. YOU are dying… You are DEAD! How can you stand? How is this possible?”
Andreas Lasiewicz stood tall and defiant. In his hand appeared a beautifully crafted golden spear that glistened even in the darkness. He pointed this Lance of Longinus directly at The Morning Star as great silver wings sprouted from his back and they flapped viciously, blowing an all-powerful gale that pushed the figure backwards against the transparent wall.
A mass of gallon sloth
As flies have walls for feet
A rapturous verbatim-someone said but who is to know
And when you find the fringe
The one last hit that spent you
You'll find the ossuary spilling by the day
The iconoclastic had it coming for years
They know the prisons that you have yet to fear
Where thumbs hide inside of sleeping bag mouths
Adlib your memoires by casting a drought
As flies have walls for feet
A rapturous verbatim-someone said but who is to know
And when you find the fringe
The one last hit that spent you
You'll find the ossuary spilling by the day
The iconoclastic had it coming for years
They know the prisons that you have yet to fear
Where thumbs hide inside of sleeping bag mouths
Adlib your memoires by casting a drought
Lasiewicz: “All of this… this world you have created… The sickness I had… The weakness… The injuries… The blood… It was all a lie.”
Morning Star: “No…No this cannot be!”
Lasiewicz: “All this time… I thought I was dying… I wasn’t…”
Lasiewicz gripped the mysterious figure by the cloak, pulling its hood back to reveal an image of himself, black bearded, red eyed and struck with a terrible fear. The figure shook in his grasp, tears streaming down its face as it knelt before him begging and pleading for mercy.
You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil
Lasiewicz: “It was YOU!”
The figure of the Morning Star wailed in despair as Lasiewicz placed the tip of the spear to its throat, its pointed edge drawing a trickle of blood from the pale figures neck as it closed his eyes awaiting its imminent demise.
Morning Star: “No… No this is not the answer. The answer was Death… That answer was YOUR Death…”
Lasiewicz: “No, the answer was Freedom. That question that has riddled me for so long, about what was going on, about my health and about my future. My career, my life, my love. It was always freedom. And your death…”
The figure grasped onto Andreas’ firm hand, eyes watering as he made one last plea for forgiveness.
Knife me in -hobbling
Talking in it's sleep again
Talking in it's sleep again
Morning Star: “Do not do this Andreas… You need me. You have always needed me. I am ALL you will ever need. Give me one last chance. Please, I beg of you now. Do not do this. You cannot defeat Redfield without me. You cannot survive without me!”
Lasiewicz: “I do not need you…”
Morning Star: “Without me you have nothing, Andreas. Please reconsider. Do not do this!”
Lasiewicz: “I have everything I need… I have my friends, I have my family, I have the love of my life by my side. You are merely the image of a troubled past… If I rid myself of you… I can finally move on with my life. I can finally have that small measure of peace. I will finally have my freedom…”
Morning Star: “Please…”
Lasiewicz: “Dobranoc, oh Morning Star.”
He drove the spear straight through The Morning Star’s black heart as it let out a bloodcurdling cry. The horns on its head crumbled to dust, it’s black wings caught alight and red beams of light shot out from its cold dead eyes as warming radiance descended from the heavens. Andreas looked upwards to see the beautiful sight of the sun, wrapped with white, fluffy clouds. He saw the image of his three children there, Jessica, Duncan and Paige all with overjoyed faces. Stood beside them was a figure of upmost beauty, his love Kayla arms outstretched inviting him to leave this nightmare and return to the real world. A world where he could finally be happy. A world where he would finally right the wrongs of the past. A world where he fit in. As The Morning Star turned to dust, Andreas beat his wings, blowing the smoke and ash of its corpse away until there was nothing there. He flew up towards the heavens, right hand outstretched in order to take Kayla’s hand in his own and finally awaken from this madness.
Knife me in hobbling
Talking in it's sleep again
Talking in it's sleep again
He was free…
It was over…
Who brought me here?
Forsaken, depraved and wrought with fear
Forsaken, depraved and wrought with fear
A cold hand grabbed his heel.
“…I am not letting you go without one last dance…”
Andreas looked down in absolute shock and horror as The Morning Star gripped his feet. It was whole again, but larger now, more powerful and terrible than before. Its supernatural nature was ever present and it was clad head to toe in a deathly blood red and gold. Its eyes were a deep, unnatural crimson and its voice bellowed in the most impure demonic voice, one that no one could imagine because of its evil tone and intent. The figure pulled him down into the abyss as Lasiewicz reached out to a distraught Kayla, their fingertips barely brushing against each other before he was dragged back into his own personal vision of hell. The fires raged, the carrion cried in joyous rapture and Kayla screamed in horror.
Who turned it off
The last thing I remember now
The last thing I remember now
The world ended.
Who brought me here?
Forsaken, depraved and wrought with fear
Forsaken, depraved and wrought with fear
The answer was not Freedom…
Who turned it off?
The last thing I remember now
The last thing I remember now
Who brought me here?
The answer was… Death…
