THE BOOK OF VOID III: desecration
Jul 11, 2022 23:00:13 GMT -5
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Post by Void on Jul 11, 2022 23:00:13 GMT -5
Smoke.
Above the dry wasteland, a giant black pillar of smog forms. Panning down, we see that the remains of the church are set ablaze, along with any trees in a 5 mile radius. Zooming in towards the two figures standing in the church, we see Teo Blaze, two fireballs levitating above his hands. Looking up at the burning, off-kilter steeple of the church, he smirks, then turns back towards VOID on his St. Andrews cross.
VOID is despondent, staring down at the ground. As Teo walks closer, within arms reach, VOID looks up, revealing his eyes to be pitch black, back to “normal.” Teo laughs.
That’s more like it! God, I was about to stab out my eyeballs with all that sappy stuff you and Sara were talking about.
Don’t. Say. Her. Name.
Oh, I’ll say her name as much as I want. After all, it’s your fault she’s dead. If you weren’t here, well, I wouldn’t be here. Some things really don’t change, huh?
Teo flashes another smile. This time, VOID smiles back, but unlike Teo’s cocky grin, VOID’s smile is demented and… horrible. Both men stand there, smiling for a second. Then VOID explodes with anger, biting at nothing. struggling against his restraints, head rocking back and forth. As he goes wild, the cross he’s on rocks back and forth, nearly falling over. Teo, meanwhile, steps back and lets out a small laugh.
Oh that got you real riled up, huh? I haven’t even started, you know!
VOID’s laugh dies off slowly, fading to a few, inadvertent chuckles.
Ha heh haaaaaaaa… haven’t even started?
Yep. Why else would I be here VOID, if not to torment you. After all… you are the villain. The interloper. I am Action Wrestling’s hero, and it is my duty to rid the world of evil like you.
Teo looks at one of the fireballs in his hand, contemplative. Then, he throws the fireball, right at VOID’s face. The fireball hits point blank, burning VOID’s neck and setting his mask alight. VOID lets out a guttural scream as the flames burn his mask. Before serious damage can be done to his face, Teo pulls them back, dissipating the flames with a snap of his fingers.
Singed, shoulder length brown hair falls down from where it was held in by the mask. The hair hands down, framing VOID’s face, at last revealed. His eyes, still entirely black. staredown Teo, doing their best to still carry intensity, but behind them is a sense of defeat.
Almost there…
Teo draws closer to VOID, reaching out towards his face. VOID tries to bite Teo’s hand, but receives a hard punch to the jaw, before Teo forces his mouth open, pulls out a bottle of pills, and drops one, two, three down his throat. VOID’s eyes blink rapidly, before eventually becoming plain, brown eyes. Teo gives a sadistic smile as, finally, he gags VOID with a gasoline soaked rag. He steps back, admiring his handiwork, as VOID looks terrified, whipping his head left and right, unsure where he is.
Just as I thought. See, you aren't a god. You aren't a monster. You’re a man. A joke. Better yet, you’re everything I ever accused you of being. A spiteful, envious rookie who thinks just because he wears some weird mask and talks like a cult leader, he can hang with the big boys. Well guess what VOID? You’re a joke! Every time you come in, you start winning, build momentum… then as soon as you lose, poof, you’re gone. If I had a dictionary, well if there were still dictionaries, and I looked up “choke artist”, I’d probably see a picture of you.
Teo lifts his hand, clenching it into a fist, then setting it alight. He proceeds to repeatedly punch VOID in the ribs. VOID’s guttural howl fills the air, but Teo is relentless. He punches VOID until his screeches of pain fade to whimpers. Then, still punching, he continues his diatribe.
I’ll always be better than you. Because, for all your talk of “The Abyss being endlessly ancient,” I’m the one people are gonna remember. You’ll be just some footnote with a pointless 2 week championship reign. All the evil things you do, all the hatred you spread… it all goes up in smoke because you never follow through. You’re a firework, VOID. You have the anticipation, the giant burst of pageantry, briefly drawing all eyes around you, but then you fade away in seconds. Meanwhile, I’m a roaring, towering bonfire. I stay around. I provide people with warmth, with enjoyment. I’m the one people celebrate.
When Teo finally stops, VOID’s stomach and chest are all blisters and pus, left from the endless, burning punches, and a permanent look of pain is etched on VOID’s face. Teo looks down, admiring his handiwork. He dissipates the flames on his hands, then wipes his brow.
Oh boy, I’ve worked up a sweat.
VOID just whimpers in pain, and Teo looks at him with sarcastic, mocking sympathy.
Oh, you’re finally crying, are you? Well, don’t worry. I have one thing, one thing you can take solace in.
Teo leans in to VOID’s ear, and whispers:
None of this is real.
Teo flashes a happy-go-lucky smirk, as he takes a few steps back. He gets down on one knee, rolls his hand around in the cracked dirt, then looks up at VOID.
Well, I’m afraid that’s all the time we have today. I got places to be, people to make merry with… bodies to burn. Now then… let’s blow this popsicle stand.
VOID looks at Teo, eyes pleading, but it’s too late. Teo puts a blazing fist to the ground. His muscles tense, then he jumps, flying into the air in a burst of flame. Said burst of flame ignites all the pews in the vicinity, along with the St. Andrews cross and the gasoline soaked rag in VOID’s mouth. VOID burns, letting out a guttural screech that lasts for minutes, until finally his vocal cords burn up. Eventually, all that remains of VOID and the cross is a big pile of ash.
The crow from the beginning, that once perched on the top of the church, flies down and lands on the pile of ash, cawing.