countdracula (countdracula) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-05-31 00:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy summers, dracula, elaine belloc, lucifer morningstar |
WHO: The Stranger, OPEN (5/6 slots)
WHAT: The Great Exorcism
WHEN: Midnight.
WHERE: "The Desecrated Church"
STATUS: "Complete."
RATING: M ***(Graphic Detail Enclosed; Possible Offensive Religious Connotations Within)***
The black robed figures bowed to the altar, their sacrifices lying upon it. The leader began to chant, his hands rising to the ceiling... calling to the forces below the earth.
"We call upon thee, oh great master...
...we summon your spirit by your servants...
Belial... Mephistopheles... Mammon... Fierna... Glasya...
OH, GREAT LUCIFER... WE CALL THEE!"
The wooden altar began to emit an immense fog, bellowing from it as a great beast. The mist slowly began to materialize, and black candles began to glow red.
An ominous light protruded from the altar, and a great shadow took form. A tall figure, dressed in a long, billowing cloak stood before the worshiping disciples. None dared to look up from the marble floor.
The stranger stepped from the altar, moving silently among the disciples. Hands were folded behind a muscled back, as he calmly appraised this spectacle. A faint movement came from his fingers, and the doors closed and locked. The leader raised his head, not discerning the magic performed.
A cool, seductive whisper rolled from the mouth of the shadow. Its tone was soft and venomous; the disciples heard every syllable, though the volume was fractionally above a whisper.
"It is unfortunate that your children could not see this festive occasion. For their innocence, I shall grant them a quick death."
All at once, frantic movements came from the disciples. Some looked at each other... some at themselves... and some peered into the eyes of the stranger.
Flames erupted from the walls of the church, binding each inside. Then the mass of followers stood, looking about in confusion.
Their minds opened to the shadow, as their desires and fears came before them. He found their sins... murder, rape, treachery...
Suddenly, the handsome features hardened as he approached the leader. The leader, a convicted child molester, fell to his knees and begged for mercy. Oh, how the Artificer allowed this thing to live. No decency. No regard.
The shadow placed a hand on the head of the leader, and a terrible scream erupted from his lips. Blood gushed from his mouth, and he fell to the floor... writhing in absolute agony.
The followers ran towards what would have been an exit, only to be swallowed by the flames of the raging inferno... preferring its heat to the shadow's wrath.
Another follower ran towards the shadow, throwing a punch towards the figure. In blinding speed, the stranger unleashed a devastating blow into the man's mouth, driving his teeth into his brain.
The stranger opened his hands, and hurled a red fireball into the middle of another eight fleeing disciples, incinerating them instantly. Two disciples remained... husband and wife.
The shadow placed his foot on the man's temple, while staring the woman in the eye... compelling her to watch. Mucus flowed from the man's nostrils, and blood painted the floor as the foot came slowly down. Tears filled the woman's eyes, and the remorseless aquiline face continued.
The crunch sickened the woman, and she vomited. He placed her head, and slammed it into her own sick. Moving his fingers, her body moved to the still agonized leader. Cold eyes looked down upon the two with disgust.
He knew their affairs, their crimes. Their memories came to their mirrors... Christian minister and piano player by day, unspeakable criminals by night. Her thoughts flowed elsewhere... watching her hands take from the poor.
In Tirgoviste, NO ONE STOLE FROM THE POOR.
Then he commanded the woman to drink the leader's blood. There she drank... drank... filling her stomach and gorging herself on his life fluid. Minutes passed, and she drowned in the blood.
The shadow knelt before the dying man, and whispered.
"Deliver this message to your God and to the Fallen Angel...
...I have come for their children."
The shadow closed his eyes, and the man was granted his death. Slowly, he walked from the fire, allowing the church to burn...
...and the terrible revolution was unleashed.