Damien Thorn (sonofajackal) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-12-06 06:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | damien thorn, npcs |
Who: Damien and his followers (NPCs)
When: Night
Where: Thorn Manor
What: Giving orders
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
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Damien had been a bit annoyed for a little while. There were plenty of things he could have said in replies for his little post about video games and chicken. But he knew that, as usual, it would lead nowhere. They'd think they were so right, he knew they wouldn't be... and in reverse as well. Stalemate. And really, he had better things to do than engage in meaningless conversation that would just lead nowhere. As much as he was tempted to. So he convinced himself that he was being superior by sitting back and reading it all, reasoning that he'd only talk with those he deemed worthy enough to speak to. That he knew he was right about everything and that was all that mattered, and it would be some time until others finally knew that too. That's what he told himself, at least. Though he did think it was a bit riduculous how they'd made a deal not to talk to each other, that they would not bother him if he ignored them, and yet... there they were once again speaking to him. He found that a bit hypocritical in a way. But then, those were "good guys" for you. He thought Sylar certainly had the right ideas about that. Besides.. they could joke around and be cocky to him as much as they wished, it didn't really matter in the end. He, on the other hand, had more important things to do. Like preventing a death. This particular one, this mission he was undertaking. It was number one. It was even higher than his purpose as the antichrist. That thing there would have to take a backseat. Or at least a passenger seat, at best.
He had called a meeting in his home. There were like ten to twelve people in the study with him. They were from several walks of life, both male and female. There was his secretary Susan, a few of his employees, his head of security, a librarian, a high school teacher, a meter maid, a woman on the PTA for elementary school, a couple workers from the local supermarket, and a few students from college. These were true believers. He hadn't brainwashed any of them, like with Logan and Silvia before. These believed in him, in his father. It was a small enough group to start with. He hoped to expand it as time went on. He smiled as he looked at each of them, and they just seemed to love it when he met their eyes. Probably like meeting with the President or something. "I have called you all here because I need of you. I wish to also say something. About my father. No one can really know what his intent is or how he feels about anyone. He is not present. But... his son is here. I am here. And though there are not many guarantees in life, be sure about this: I care for all those who follow me."
That seemed to please them. Though honestly, that was the truth. Or half true. He did care for his people. He would take offense if they were, would be happy with them, and would be pissed of if harm befell them. But of course then he would seek another one. But these were his people. They chose him willingly. And in so doing, opened them up to his will, for him to make a connection with them. He would see, hear, and learn whatever they did as it happened. Of course there would be times when a face to face meeting was needed. He continued, "My footage of the attack from the younger Bat. Let's sit on that a bit. I regret that Harmony is no longer here to make use of it.. though I have not yet made a decision on that issue. One must consider carefully what you'd want them to see. And so it is with this. You all have my descriptions of them. So if you encounter them, observe, watch them, but do not interfere. Be the innocent civilians that you appear to be."
One of them, the male college student raised his hand. "Umm, great one? Why don't someone just kill them? Just.. bam. Take them all out one by one." Damien wanted to roll his eyes. Take.. them out. Right, like that was possible. Sure, a couple of them were human. But three were special. They had electricity, speed, and one was an alien with many powers. But rather than show weakness, he simply said, "Because it would upset the balance of power. It would create a vacuum. Then there would only be the dark side, without good. And besides... I think they have more mistakes to make. Let them rise, let them fight and persevere. It will make the fall so much bigger. People fail. It's in their nature. Now, I know you're people too. But you are also mine. That gives you an edge. So.. go to the store that I told you of before. Get some microcameras to put on your person, as a coat button, or tie pin, or even a ring on your finger. That way, when you see someone mess up, it will give me more evidence to use later, if I should decide to."
He went on then, as there was another matter to attend to. It was something new, brought on by a recent experience that the Partners or Powers had visited upon him. "As to my other problem. I am still in need of a computer specialist. Someone who excels in this area, who is extremely talented in decrypting computer files. That is priority. I gotta tell you, this one is very tough. I'll need the best. Keep looking." He was still hesitant about going on the boards to ask. He didn't know who would reply. He wasn't sure if Sam was skilled in that area. The man was intelligent in many things, especially computers, but.. decryption.. that was a specific trade. Damien would prefer to avoid askin him, since he knew the other man's thoughts about demons. And he knew Batman was super smart with technology. But again, there was the trust issue. And the man wouldn't likely do it anyway, and then the other guys would just make more jokes about it. They had already, though they probably still didn't even know it.
He saw them nod, murmuring in compliance, so he nodded in return. If they could not find someone.. well. That wasn't going to happen. He had to find someone. There had to be one person in this city. Sure, he had that new game system, and had talked about it. But that was also a cover for what he was really doing. But if it came down to it, he'd probably use the boards to ask for help. "On to the second matter," he said after a thought. "We should increase our ranks. Find out how your families feel. Your spouse. Your aunts, cousins. Brothers or sisters. And your friends. See if they believe as you do. Tell them of me.. and if they would serve, then bring them to me. I'm sure you will find some in schools. They're a few around. They just need you to find them. Hell, maybe there's an amateur death metal band that worships the devil. I'm sure they'd probably worship me too. So find these people, talk to them. Seek these other believers, and their friends.. and even their friends too. Let's see how many are truly on my side. They're out there. They are waiting.. to come into our fold. So let's bring them in."
The high school teacher nodded at that. He knew of a few seniors that were into dark stuff. Damien looked at him then. "Ohh. Before I forget. No emos, please. Even I have to draw the line somewhere. Just find some devotees to serve me." He looked at the college students, the boy and girl. They'd probably find people as well. Damien paused, thinking hard then. "So just keep doing what you're doing. When you pray at night, don't forget to include my name. And focus solely on these two things. Finding a good hacker, finding the best decryption expert this city can offer.. and bringing more agents to our side. I can assure you that the expert... the future depends on it! Mine, most definitely. And also yours as an an extension of that." He raised his voice, gesturing with his hands, as he had more of their attention. "Succeed, brothers and sisters. Succeed and you will be rewarded. On this life and the next. You will enjoy the raptures of my kingdom, the delights of iniquity. The paradise of sin." He paused. "Fail? You will find forgiveness from God, spend an eternity of boredom in the world above. You will be sustained forever by ignorance, no longer susceptible to the freedom of temptation. So? So.. do not fail in this." He smiled. "I know you won't fail. I have utmost confidence in all of you. I know you will be victorious in this. You may go now. See to this."
There were chants of "Yes, my Lord," "Master, thy will be done," and the like, as they left the room and home. Their cars could be heard starting up and leaving. Only his secretary Susan remained. "Is there anything else you require, sir? I mean.. unholy one?"
Damien just smirked. "No, that should be all." he turned, but stopped. "Oh. The guys in R&D at our work. How goes their progress?"
She replied, "The object is nearly complete. The soil is compacted on the shape. It looks quite realistic. There is just the matter of the atmospheric and aquatic part of the project. Should be at least a month before it is complete. But as per your preferences, you will of course oversee the final design."
"Yes," Damien said with a light sigh. "I'm sure it will be good. I only wish she could have been here to see it." He didn't elaborate on whom he was speaking about. All that mattered was that it got done. And that he changed the outcome of the future he had gotten a preview of. "If that is all, you may go as well. Call me if there any new employees calling for an interview. Also? See if you can find a statue of Christ for me. But different. Something backward or twisted. Just something I thought of last night." As he watched his assistant leave, he walked over to his desk and turned on the computer. His task was done for now. He had made his wishes and intentions known to his people. Now they just had to deliver on their end. They damn well better. With a sigh, he briefly wondered if there was anything knew on the message boards...