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The Body of CARNER; Deacon DEATH
Topic Started: Mar 29 2015, 01:21 AM (21 Views)
DeaconDEATH
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Maestro of the Macabre
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[align=center]The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name' sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: For thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.[/align]


As the scene comes to we're immediately thrown into a calamity that's beginning to unravel. Inside of a quaint church with a number of pews and a set of aisles that lead up to an altar. In the middle of this altar a podium is setup. People occupy this dwelling and unfortunately for them The House of M has decided to visit.

Deacon DEATH has found himself at the front, a pastor already tossed aside and bleeding not too far away. The leader finds himself running his hands over the podium and looking to eventually make a speech. In the mean time his cohorts have taken to locking up the establishment with chains and scaring the people that have come to the church into a small corner of the building. Gilgamesh uses a combination of his size and odd, pig squealing noises to intimidate or frighten the majority of the people.

The odd guy or two that tries to step forward and act brave is thrown a fireball in their direction from Gaia who seems to pull them from out of thin air. Abel is content to stumble and hop about, lashing out at the occasional church goer and laughing if they yelp or scream.

In front of the podium is a velvet cloth the color of blood that's been thrown over a series of items, concealed from view for now. DEATH has taken to standing behind the podium and taps the microphone that's attached. He makes a few grunts and other such odd noises that are amplified by the mic before he decides to actual utter words.

Deacon DEATH: "Embrace... The... Macabre..."

DEATH takes the time to let this sink in and hesitates to say anything further until several terrifyingly long moments pass. The people huddled in the corner continue to act in a frightened manner, looking from DEATH to his followers and back to him. Trying to avoid the touch and harassment of the three House of M members that keep them cornered.

Deacon DEATH: "Embrace the macabre. This is what I encourage and plead for you to do, right here, right now. Break free from your preconceived notions of what you think your life is. Stop gorging yourself on the... Lies. You're all so happy to believe whatever someone might tell you, what someone like... Neo Carner might tell you. He and others like him will lead you down a path of only treachery and deceit!"

The modulated voice of The Maestro of the Macabre rings loud and true through the speakers setup in this church. If one were to close their eyes they might think this voice was one of a God.

Deacon DEATH: "I am delivering straight to you the gospel of the macabre! From a God's lips to your ears! I won't lie to you... There will be pain, there will be horors, there will be sacrifices made. But in the end... In the end... You will come out of it transformed in a way you never could have imagined!"

To put emphasis on this he extends both arms and as he does so makes a wide sweep with his hands, leaving his palms up and pointed to the ceiling.

Deacon DEATH: "All I've ever tried to do since getting here is try to find and nurture those I see with the potential in them to be more. I've preached this; I've extended my hand in offering to these people. Each time being rejected and talked down to for being... Odd. It's true what they say... You can lead a horse to water, but you cannot make him drink. However... You CAN grab him by the back of the neck, and... PLUNGE his head underneath the surface! To show him, to teach him... YOU know what's best for him!"

Finally he brings his arms back to rest at his sides and merely waits for the opportune moment to start up his speech again.

Deacon DEATH: "Each time I'm faced with an obstacle, each time I'm forced to endure a challenge... The obstacle or challenge attempts to... Out monster me. To... Somehow prove to themselves and to others that they're in their mind... MORE of a monster than the one true Monster God himself. An odd, but pointless strategy to be sure. If I can take out and scare someone like The Rougarou, what makes people think that their scare tactics and puffed up egos will deter me? Make no mistake about it... I am... THE GOD OF THE MACABRE!"

What follows can only be described as the most ghastly sound imaginable. The leader of The House of (M) lets forth a cackling, never ending laugh that crackles the speakers with the loudness and intensity of it. Only adding to the creepy and maniacal nature of it is the modulation of his voice.

Deacon DEATH: "She is mine, NEO. Do you hear me? MINE. I don't care what manner of Fox King you are. I don't care about your feelings on living in the shadow of Mungrel. I don't even care who it is you've faced in the past. Get it through your head, mortal... I... Am... Not... A... Wrestler! You want a divine moment so badly? I'll give you a divine moment... I'll make you famous. If it's the last thing I do, Neo... I will make people remember what I do to you... What I take from you. I've ripped gold from your grasp before and I intend to do it again."

DEATH awkwardly adjusts the microphone in a way that allows him to move to the front of the podium where the velvet cloth still lays. He stands in between the podium and the obscured objects, leaning to speak into the microphone.

Deacon DEATH: "You had me arrested... And this gives you power over me?"

Just like from earlier, a dreadful laugh ensues and spreads throughout the entire church as DEATH struggles to compose himself.

Deacon DEATH: "You are mistaken. I will show you, Neo... I will show you that my magic is stronger than yours. That your roll ups... That your shock toys... Are no match for the macabre. You won't be ascending, my friend. The only thing you'll be doing is descending as I climb over your corpse to retrieve my long deserved prize."

Deacon DEATH signature slight pause.

Deacon DEATH: "Your head is heavy, don't deny it... Allow me to free you of your crown."

He kneels down and away from the podium, gripping the velvet cloth by a corner then slowly pulling it away to reveal two items. One item being the gold heart shaped locket that DEATH has carried around for months with a piece of Neo Carner's flesh in it. The other item being a spool of barbwire that looks to be tainted with the blood of someone. At this point Gaia has broken away from the gathered group in the corner and made her way to the front of the church with DEATH.

She removes a vial from underneath her dress and begins to apply a purple substance to the mask of DEATH. Gaia delicately paints an X in between the eye holes on his mask, stepping back to admire him and allow him to carry on with what he is about to do.

Deacon DEATH: "I have prepared myself. And I have consulted with my Red Queen. With her help, with this ritual... I will RISE above you, Neo Carner. I will... Accept into myself your blood... And your body."

DEATH drops to his knees in front of the two items. He deliberately and carefully rolls up the lower half of his mask, exposing his face and mouth. Norman takes hold of the barbwire, lifting it up with both hands to his mouth. For a moment he just holds it there, staring at it. Until finally he opens his mouth and begins to suckle, to tongue the blood off of the sharp barbwire. After a period of time and nearly removing all of the blood from it, DEATH releases the barbwire and abandons it.

Now he turns his attention to the locket. Slowly picking it up and holding it in his hands in front of him. DEATH eases open the locket, revealing the currently dry and brown hunk of flesh that he removed from Neo. It's a sight for sore eyes just as it was when it was first placed in this piece of jewelry. Norman now removes the flesh from the locket and sets it aside. He takes the skin with two fingers, grasping it and saying something under his breath before forcing it into his mouth. After a few chews and a gulp, Neo Carner's flesh has disappeared inside of Deacon DEATH.

Deacon DEATH: "March 30th... Marks the end of your reign, Fox King. I'll show everyone you're just a sheep in wolf's clothing."

Not much else can be said or done at this point. The scene ends with a creeping fade to black, focusing on the FIW World Tag Team Champion and his seer, Gaia.
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