loki laufeyson (toberuled) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-05-02 20:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | door: marvel comics, loki |
Who: Loki
What: Loki kindly requests that everyone bow down.
Where: Earth, Marvel Door
When: Today
Warnings/Rating: L for LOKI'D
The message finds its way everywhere, somehow. It's on every news station. It's on the radio. It's on jumbotrons and portable TV screens. It's on closed circuit cameras, and on projectors showing videos in family backyards.
All over the world, Loki is everywhere.
He's dressed for war, in helmet and armor, and holding his staff at his side. He looks as regal as his birthright would employ, head held high, as if the helmet weighs nothing at all. "Good evening," he says. He is the picture of courteousness, greeting his audience with a smile. "I've interrupted something for each and every one of you, I'm sure, so I won't take too much of your time." He lifts his head, looking into the camera, through everyone watching and beyond. There is a smile at the edge of his lips.
"I am Loki, and I am responsible for the beast in New York City just a week past."
"You saw what happened. Men, women, and children all fled from something that frightened them, and what happened when they did? Anarchy. Your social niceties fell away in the face of self-preservation. You tore each other apart to find safety, and ignored what harm you caused to other beings if it would get you out of the reach of danger. Your army shot at you, just as frightened as you were of the monster, just as blind, and for what? All that pain and bloodshed for an illusion. You killed in the face of theatre." A pitying shake of the head. "You did these things to yourselves - I simply offered the catalyst.
"You have, this past week, watched a nightmare of your own making - you, humankind. Chaos is always at your heels, always has been, all throughout history. All it takes is a nudge, and you slide back down into the black morass. You require a leader, someone who can check your behavior and protect you from your own nature." His hand crept toward his heart, ill-seeming. "Naturally, I nominate myself.
"And do not fool yourselves - this is not a vote. There will be no other candidates. You may choose me, or you may choose pain, and death on an infinitely grand scale."
Behind him, there seems to be the flickering image of many hundred heads resolving out of the darkness, appearing in endless rows, indistinct silhouettes.
"But why should you take me at my word? An excellent question with a simple answer. I ask you - if I was able to conjure an illusion that created as much chaos as the one I manifested in New York City, a fragment of imagination that drove that you to manslaughter, homicide, and unhinging terror, if I could shed that much blood, and cause that much pain, without ever harming a single creature myself...what do you think I might be capable if I wanted to hurt you?"
He gives that a moment to sink in. He almost seems to feel sorry for them all, to the realization they must be coming to now of the sort of horrors the man on the screen has in store for them.
"You will have a day to consider my offer. If I do not receive some sign from all corners of Earth by then that you swear your fealty to me and accept me as king of your realm, I will begin destroying you." The pity, if it ever existed, is gone. His eyes are chemical flame. "You do not wish to incur the wrath of a god upon your world." He seems to see each and every one of them, out there. His eyes pin their souls like butterflies.
"I will kill your heroes. I will make you watch."
The army behind him becomes slightly more resolved, no longer a static image, but a moving, breathing army, though the shapes of its soldiers are still indistinct.
"Accept my rule, and be led into a golden age of prosperity, where I will bring you technological advances and power beyond your human contemplation, and songs will be written to the end of time about the good sense of your leaders to worship me."
"Deny me, and I will strike this world and burn it out like so much tinder."
The broadcast ends. Loki is gone.