Post by Goth on Jan 14, 2024 6:35:29 GMT -5
“Father, forgive them”
There is a silence in the dark room, a burning candle is shining bright as a figure is seated upon his knees with his hands in the shape of a prayer.
“Forgive them as they do not know what they are doing.”
The figure takes a deep breath before attempting to continue with his prayer as footsteps can be heard, the echo of the sound reveals that the room is rather small as the figure lets out a sigh.
“I asked for a sign my Lord, though it has not yet come.”
The footsteps suddenly stop as we see another figure standing besides the kneeled individual, we see his hands tremble in his presence before the other figure responds.
“He has not answered your futile attempts, because it has always been a lie.”
“My Lord?”
But the second figure interrupts the kneeled individual as he leans down, turning off the flame upon the candle as he extinguishes it with an old fashioned candle snuffer
We see a small ember like light still coming from the tip of the candle as smoke flows into the air where once the burning light was shining, causing the figure to look up at the man that has risen back to his fullest form.
“A lie?? But in the Bible it reads….”
“I know what it reads my friend and you are right, but do we still allow ourselves to be blinded with assumptions? Assumptions that over two centuries since that faithful day, that people still do not know??”
There is silence as the kneeled figure starts to seek an answer to the question that has been asked. The scent of the smoke penetrates the nostrils of the kneeled individual, causing him to startle, backing off from the penetrating odor as it brings fear in his heart. The standing figure grabs him by the hair, yanks his head backwards and addresses him in a menacing fashion.
“We have warned the entire population for way too long and have done nothing except being a spectator, for way too long have we put our hands together and prayed. Only to observe that the world has washed their hands in their own sinful lives, thinking that HE has died for their sins that it’s all good…. But no more, because I am the Judge, the Jury and the Executioner. I have chastised myself in a fashion that everyone else needs to experience in order to be finally healed.”
He lets go off the hair, causing the kneeled figure to adjust his balance as he nearly lost his position that he was at. Grabbing his neck muscles with his left hand, sensing the stiffness that is growing with every passing second. His eyes readjust to the darkness as he notices the silhouette of the other figure that is directing his attention towards the door
“Lord??”
The figure stops, slightly cocking his head sideways as he momentarily acknowledges the kneeled individual and sighs.
“I am not going to make any exceptions my child, everyone needs to prove their worth to me before you can open your heart to me. So yes, you need to endure the same punishment like I have embraced, yes you need to feel the hurt in order to be healed. But I will warn you my child…”
“Warn me??”
The kneeled figure responds, raising an eyebrow in a questionable fashion as the figure at the door has turned his head away from him.
“The trials are tough, you may endure the hurt in order to be healed. But that does not necessarily mean that you will be saved forever. I expect dedication, I expect your undeniable devotion to your Messiah. Because then and only then I will share with you the true secret of finding inner peace.... and love…”
He walks through the doorway, we hear a few words being whispered between him and another individual before we see someone else walk in.
“Are you ready to be chastised my friend??”
The kneeled figure lowers his head and awaits the punishment that he knew was inevitable, we hear the footsteps close in on him as the first crack upon flesh can be heard by the cat-o-nine. This is followed by a gasp of the kneeled figure, who had anticipated the punishment and yet was caught by surprise. Tears are flowing from his eyes as he is starting to whisper a soft prayer, asking for strength and forgiveness as reverend Jebediah continues the punishment upon the willing disciple of the Messiah of Pain.
The shot cuts to the figure that walked away from the punishment being delivered in the room, we see him hold a Rosary in his hand, running the beads through his fingers while muttering a soft prayer. He turns the corner and stops, looks over his shoulder towards the hallway where he just came from as he listens to the sounds of the Cat-O-Nine that he has experienced a few weeks ago. He shakes his head as he continues to walk.
“Ultimately he will succumb.”
He mutters before continuing his soft prayer, the long hair falls before his face as the caemera recognizes him as being the veteran wrestler Goth. He runs his other hand through his hair to open up his face towards everyone to see, he walks passed the camera as he totally ignores its existence as he stops in front of a dark painting. He gazes towards it, seemingly searching for something that is hidden behind the dark layers, running fingers across the fabric of the painting as his eyes admire the structure before letting out a sigh.
“This is what you get when you want something too much, people will only believe when they are shown proof. Or at least that’s what they claim, yet I have shown it for how many years now?? And you still point towards my losses.”
He shakes his head as he lets a sickening smirk upon his lips as he runs his tongue past the dry lines of his lips.
“And yet I have gained so much more in life, than you could ever imagine. So who is the loser now??”
His eyes remain upon a small flame in the middle of the painting, it’s nearly impossible to be noticed first hand. Yet Goth admires a well hidden figure that is hiding its identity behind a veil.
“The virgin mother, giving birth upont the King of Kings…. Admired for HIS wisdom and kindness, yet it was HIM that told his family are those that are amongst him instead of his own blood that were upset of the crowd that did not left him alone. How much of a role model has she truly been huh??”
He softly lets out his breath between the slits of his teeth before biting upon his lower lip, clearly hiding his anger as he runs his fingers through the beads as he whispers another prayer, allowing his collective calmness to take over him. He slowly turns around as he gazes back to the hallway where he had came from, hearing a final scream from the hopeful disciple at the hands of Jebediah.
“I guess it is time for me to release him from his physical suffering, only to teach him that the mental punishment is beyond everything that he has endured right now.”
With that Goth walks off as the shot fades after the camera returns towards the painting once more.
“Urijah Cain…, a well chosen name isn’t it??”
Whispers Goth as he is seated in a corner of a room, holding the cat-o-nine in his hands that was used prior by reverend Jebediah. He is dressed in a long robe that is covering the majority of his physique except for his legs and feet. He has a glass of water besides him and a piece of bread upon a small plate.
“The Lord is my light, interesting isn’t it?? Although in my native language of the Netherlands it is taught that it means that The Lord is my body. He who has created man and woman, HE who has created everything that we tend to destroy with our supposedly all knowing intellect?? And all that what we could think of to say thanks is to create a name?? Clearly HIS creations in life is far more superior than a mere name.”
He smirks as he takes a sip from the glass of water before slowly resting the back of his head against the concrete wall. He closes his eyes for a moment, taking his moment to take in every single thought that is crossing his mind.
“It is interesting to see how people like to imitate the role of a savior, the all knowing master mind that does only what he was brought upon this world to do. Doesn’t that clearly sum up your entire entity in one sentence?? And I can hear you think, you must be telling yourself that I am doing the except same thing??”
He cocks his head sideways towards Jebediah, who is silently saying a prayer as he has his hands put together tightly. This causes Goth to nod his head in an approving fashion before turning his attention forwards as he stares past the camera.
“To be honest I would be both impressed as well disappointed if you possibly garner anything besides that thought, because there is a difference of being a pretender and daring to put the entire weight of the world upon your own two shoulders.”
He lowers his glass of water back upon the floor before lifting them, crossing his hands as either hand touches the opposite shoulder to put emphasis upon his final words.
“Do you have a permanent goal in life?? Or are you just using Biblical statements that you may have been taught in Sunday school?? You do understand that those are simply bedtime stories that would scare little children in order for them to stay upon the right track in life?? You see, I dare to see between the lines in order to find the true meaning of life. But I guess the true definition of being a leader is to accept disappointment and turn it into success.”
“So far I cannot tell whether you even comprehend those words Urijah…”
He lets the Cat-0-nine slowly run across his feet, running letting the many whip like ropes touch his skin as he sighs of delight with the slow running motions up his leg.
“Did you know that many centuries ago monks chastised themselves? Attempting to endure anything near the suffering of their Lord Jesus Christ?? The man that died for our sins, the man that showed strength in his weakest moments?? He who was put on a crown of thorns as a sign of mockery by those who were supposed to worship him.”
“The problem with worshipping is that you all wish to do the exact opposite of what HIS Father forbode us to do. Something that I can already tell that you are nothing different from their mistakes, such a shame for such a promising thought.”
Jebediah raises his head towards the Messiah of Pain with a questionable look upon his face, causing Goth to just react with a shrug after having dropped his hands.
“Don’t feel pride running through your veins Urijah, because many young men and women have shown potential. Yet only the few…., or should I say just THE ONE will deliver?? See my friend, I am prophecising the word without even quoting words that people to this very day still question whether it is true or merely imagined???”
He puts a hand to his mouth, feigning a look of shock upon his face before shaking his head and smirks.
“How many different religious beliefs do we not have Urijah?? All proclaiming to be the truth in the world of lies. A word that I could not help but be the key essence of your last statement against Bobby Ray. Interesting to see how you just grab an essential key word, hyping it up as if you are doing a report on a subject. I can tell you are the typical type of student that would jump ahead and take the easiest of tasks, only to lose interest when you realize that you need to do research and lose interest.”
“I am close to the truth am I not?? Oh I know how troubled a life can be, trust me… I have gone through so much worse. And you have to understand that I will not judge you upon that, clearly you are trying to find a way out. But when it comes down to the Holy Realm besides those four corners of the squared circle. Because that is my opportunity to be the miracle man.”
He grabs hold of the bread as he slowly breaks it as he holds it in front of his face.
“Now as they were eating, Jesus, having taken bread and having blessed it, broke it, and having given it to the disciples, He said, "Take, eat; this is My body."
“Like I said, in my native language your name means that your body is God. But truly, that name is blasphemy. Like it will be for you to take upon that difficult task of opposing my quest to enlighten you Urijah. The way I see it is that you need to be hurt in order to be healed, but the problem is that I doubt you deserve it just like that wannabe disciple earlier. Because you want it too much without even knowing what you truly seek. I am the answer to all of your questions, the ones that you are afraid to ask. And for that I must beat the living deceit out of you that has been troubling your mind for way too long.”
“Does this excite me?? To the very contrary, it really hurts me to see that I have lost another pawn in the quest against all that I envision as evil. And to save you I must embrace you with the violence that you preach young foolish child, because that is what you truly are. A violent man, another difference between me and you. You are violent, while I lower myself to the level of you foolish individuals in the hope to break you free from your desired ways. I do not wish to be violent, yet I have to be. Because you are nothing more than like Joe Montuori, Mac Bane, Austin Ramsey and even miss Hixx…. You see, I may have not beaten them all, yet I always come out on top as victor. In the end I shall judge those who need to be judged, you on the other hand??”
“All you do is embrace the hate…, I pity you my child… I pity you….”
With that the shot slowly fades as Goth drops the cat-o-nine and walks off.