...and the world of audio ceased to be. The ceremonious unloading of rounds
from some hundred plus handguns and automatics drown out all else; creating
a void of white noise. After the masses were convinced their target had
been decimated; five pulled away and marched into the entry-hall; spying
Christian's smoldering scarlet jacket draped over his body, they presumed
the night's interruption had come to a close.
"Hey, wait..."
"...this is..."
Mentally they all began cursing to themselves as the face lying beneath the jacket was that of the butler killed just moments before... what was left of him anyway. From the dining hall, a blood curdling scream erupted and silenced just as quickly, everyone turned to see Christian wearing a mischievous grin as he stood atop the remains of a woman's head he'd crushed upon descending from the ceiling.
"My god..." "I don't believe this!" "...therfucker!" "You're dead, you prick!"
Such taunts and swears continued all around him in a circular wave while those with weapons scrambled to reload. Christian withdrew the sun-colored glasses from his eyes and quietly stuffed them in a shirt-pocket about his breast then, with unfathomable speed; crept down to the ground and held open his left palm into which a gleaming rod appeared... growing to a length of five feet before the eyes of countless nonbelievers. Upon the ends of the rod ignited triangular beams of intense green light. You could say he was waiting for them... or enjoying this... or both. As soon as the armada of gun-barrels looked his way again, his left arm rain forth, bearing the wraith of the Cross Driver as it took flight; circling the room in a dazzling yet horrifying display, liberating the heads of everyone standing in the dining hall... returning to its point of origin with a dull thud and unforgiving precision.
Red Rain - Birth on the Dance Floor
A swift kick forced open the main doors and Danius Gabriel let himself in to Deviloux Manor as Christian had not long before. The air was ripe with death and pleasure... up ahead, five men stood amidst the remains of the dining hall in disbelief. Hundreds lay dead before them, their lives extinguished in mere heartbeats, seeing such horror they had never witnessed and the sight of it all tore at the ends of their sanity as a ravenous beast about its prey. Hearing Danius' footsteps, the men turned and looked at the young boy helplessly. Another demon?
"Yes..." Danius answered the unheard question with his unbearably sweet voice. His pale left hand appeared up from his pants pocket and contained within, a small blue handle -chik-chik-chik-chik- ...came forth the blade of his x-acto knife.
Where prior Harvests filled the halls with the sounds of happiness and ecstasy, were now riddled with silence. Bodies missing pieces lined the floor, the halls, and the walls. Candles burned lighting the way for no one but the dead. Christian stormed through the Palace of the Privileged...
"Big Brother!"
His footsteps carried the anger and desire for death of some higher source...
"BIG BROTHER!"
Dragging behind him the ignited lower blade of the Cross Driver, burning into the ground the path of ending lives he'd taken to reach his destination... for the gatherer of souls to follow behind when all was said and done and collect the lost beings. "BIG BROTHER I'M COMING FOR YOU!"
High atop the castle, deep within the protected bowels of Marcus' personal chambers; the family elders sat around a grand table before stacks of unimaginable wealth and adding machines, smiling on the inside like little children as they performed the menial tasks. At the head of the table, seated in his throne, Marcus stared on with a disinterest that was legendary. This was a time of joy for all the Deviloux family except for him, he hadn't cared for such things in all his life yet he was still heralded as a King; a false King ruling over a Kingdom he cares nothing for.
Without warning, the doors to his chambers burst open and immediately shut as soon as a trio of young men entered; each of them heaving in a vain attempt to regain their breath after running from death for what felt like their entire lives. The sound of calculations ceased as the elders looked up with grimacing eyes towards the young lads.
"What is the meaning of this?" Marcus demanded, his voice booming through the chamber, rising from his throne as was god taking notice of some outlandish act of heresy committed before his very eyes.
"An... intruder..." One of the young men choked out, overcome with fatigue.
"Two. Actually." Danius spoke up whimsically, appearing from the shadows themselves with a happy look about him.
"Danius?" Marcus beckoned, turning his attention to the silver-haired boy. "Have you betrayed me? Explain yourself, demon!" he continued with fury, laying a hand upon the hilt of his blade.
"Betrayed? What gives you that impression? All I did was bring Christian to the party..."
The mere mention of that name brought Marcus' blood to a boil, "...though, as I'm sure you are already aware... he has a habit of getting just a tad too excited." Danius' voice continued to echo as he disappeared back to the shadows.
"BIG BROTHER!" Christian roared at the door; though, to everyone on the opposite end; hell itself may as well be clawing at the portal. "BIG BROTHER!!!!" he screamed... A jade 'X' marked the door and reduced it to ashes; giving way to the blue storm that wait on the other side.
"Bloody..." As before, his left arm ripped forward; throwing the Cross Driver to the crowd and planted itself in the middle of the grand table, splitting the oracle of wealth in two, causing it to cave in on itself, "...CROSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!" Still visible, the northern blade of the Cross Driver turned crimson and brought forth additional growth both to the left and right. Illuminated crosses matching the beacon atop Christian's weapon appeared within the bodies of the elders and the three men who'd escaped earlier; bringing all to erupt in flames. Soulless cries of agony and pain filled the chambers as the light of judgment took its course, leaving Christian and Marcus in its wake...
"Hey, wait..."
"...this is..."
Mentally they all began cursing to themselves as the face lying beneath the jacket was that of the butler killed just moments before... what was left of him anyway. From the dining hall, a blood curdling scream erupted and silenced just as quickly, everyone turned to see Christian wearing a mischievous grin as he stood atop the remains of a woman's head he'd crushed upon descending from the ceiling.
"My god..." "I don't believe this!" "...therfucker!" "You're dead, you prick!"
Such taunts and swears continued all around him in a circular wave while those with weapons scrambled to reload. Christian withdrew the sun-colored glasses from his eyes and quietly stuffed them in a shirt-pocket about his breast then, with unfathomable speed; crept down to the ground and held open his left palm into which a gleaming rod appeared... growing to a length of five feet before the eyes of countless nonbelievers. Upon the ends of the rod ignited triangular beams of intense green light. You could say he was waiting for them... or enjoying this... or both. As soon as the armada of gun-barrels looked his way again, his left arm rain forth, bearing the wraith of the Cross Driver as it took flight; circling the room in a dazzling yet horrifying display, liberating the heads of everyone standing in the dining hall... returning to its point of origin with a dull thud and unforgiving precision.
Red Rain - Birth on the Dance Floor
A swift kick forced open the main doors and Danius Gabriel let himself in to Deviloux Manor as Christian had not long before. The air was ripe with death and pleasure... up ahead, five men stood amidst the remains of the dining hall in disbelief. Hundreds lay dead before them, their lives extinguished in mere heartbeats, seeing such horror they had never witnessed and the sight of it all tore at the ends of their sanity as a ravenous beast about its prey. Hearing Danius' footsteps, the men turned and looked at the young boy helplessly. Another demon?
"Yes..." Danius answered the unheard question with his unbearably sweet voice. His pale left hand appeared up from his pants pocket and contained within, a small blue handle -chik-chik-chik-chik- ...came forth the blade of his x-acto knife.
Where prior Harvests filled the halls with the sounds of happiness and ecstasy, were now riddled with silence. Bodies missing pieces lined the floor, the halls, and the walls. Candles burned lighting the way for no one but the dead. Christian stormed through the Palace of the Privileged...
"Big Brother!"
His footsteps carried the anger and desire for death of some higher source...
"BIG BROTHER!"
Dragging behind him the ignited lower blade of the Cross Driver, burning into the ground the path of ending lives he'd taken to reach his destination... for the gatherer of souls to follow behind when all was said and done and collect the lost beings. "BIG BROTHER I'M COMING FOR YOU!"
High atop the castle, deep within the protected bowels of Marcus' personal chambers; the family elders sat around a grand table before stacks of unimaginable wealth and adding machines, smiling on the inside like little children as they performed the menial tasks. At the head of the table, seated in his throne, Marcus stared on with a disinterest that was legendary. This was a time of joy for all the Deviloux family except for him, he hadn't cared for such things in all his life yet he was still heralded as a King; a false King ruling over a Kingdom he cares nothing for.
Without warning, the doors to his chambers burst open and immediately shut as soon as a trio of young men entered; each of them heaving in a vain attempt to regain their breath after running from death for what felt like their entire lives. The sound of calculations ceased as the elders looked up with grimacing eyes towards the young lads.
"What is the meaning of this?" Marcus demanded, his voice booming through the chamber, rising from his throne as was god taking notice of some outlandish act of heresy committed before his very eyes.
"An... intruder..." One of the young men choked out, overcome with fatigue.
"Two. Actually." Danius spoke up whimsically, appearing from the shadows themselves with a happy look about him.
"Danius?" Marcus beckoned, turning his attention to the silver-haired boy. "Have you betrayed me? Explain yourself, demon!" he continued with fury, laying a hand upon the hilt of his blade.
"Betrayed? What gives you that impression? All I did was bring Christian to the party..."
The mere mention of that name brought Marcus' blood to a boil, "...though, as I'm sure you are already aware... he has a habit of getting just a tad too excited." Danius' voice continued to echo as he disappeared back to the shadows.
"BIG BROTHER!" Christian roared at the door; though, to everyone on the opposite end; hell itself may as well be clawing at the portal. "BIG BROTHER!!!!" he screamed... A jade 'X' marked the door and reduced it to ashes; giving way to the blue storm that wait on the other side.
"Bloody..." As before, his left arm ripped forward; throwing the Cross Driver to the crowd and planted itself in the middle of the grand table, splitting the oracle of wealth in two, causing it to cave in on itself, "...CROSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!" Still visible, the northern blade of the Cross Driver turned crimson and brought forth additional growth both to the left and right. Illuminated crosses matching the beacon atop Christian's weapon appeared within the bodies of the elders and the three men who'd escaped earlier; bringing all to erupt in flames. Soulless cries of agony and pain filled the chambers as the light of judgment took its course, leaving Christian and Marcus in its wake...