Post by The Chupster on Apr 9, 2006 10:37:26 GMT -5
In an unknown location deep within the bowels of the arena, a strange gathering is taking place. Dark red candles glow in a candelabra in the center of the room, pushing back the darkness just enough that the kneeling forms of Leviathan and the unmasked Munashi Kairai are visible, their backs to the camera. Very much out of place is a dark wooden throne, set against the wall amidst the veiny maze of pipes, on which sits Chris Wallace, his dark consort Jen Douglass at his right hand. Shuffling around the room, muttering as he reads aloud from a thick tome, is the crimson-eyed Armand Darling.
Armand's voice picks up enough to be heard, speaking something sounding like Latin, but the words are still unclear. He stops, turns and puts the book down, taking up a large chalice and a ornate black knife, the handle glittering with a red ruby set into the hilt.
Armand: With this, we show our devotion to our lord and master.
Leviathan: Devotion.
He raises his hand, and Armand cuts deeply into his palm. Bright red blood spills out, and Armand catches some in the chalice, then moves on.
Armand: Devotion that shall be rewarded richly in victory... and punished vehemently in defeat.
Munashi: Devotion.
Munashi raises his hand. Again, the knife flashes and blood spills into the cup. Armand slowly walks toward Wallace, but detours and stops before Jen.
Armand: Devotion to him and him alone, to his righteousness, to his being.
Jen: Devotion.
Jen offers her hand and more blood flows into the cup. Armand then hands her the chalice.
Armand: Devotion that will lead us to our destiny... to victory. Devotion.
Armand cuts open his own palm and bleeds into the cup. He takes the cup and kneels before Wallace.
Armand: Devotion to the dark power that he wields, growing, changing. Power that is shared with the disciples of his Dark Sacrament.
Wallace: Devotion.
Wallace takes the knife and cuts his hand himself, bleeding into the cup. Armand stands, holding the cup high. He pulls a handful of something from his pocket and sprinkles it into the chalice, and flames leap up from the cup and die as quickly. Thick smoke pours from the cup as he hands it to Wallace, who swirls the contents around and drinks deeply. The cup is passed around the room, and each member sips from the cup. Afterwards, Munashi reaches down and picks up his mask, pulling it on as everyone rises.
Wallace: Tonight, a new beginning. We work toward our common goal. Ghost, Gobi, Damien Callous and Pain- these are battles we cannot afford to lose. Do not disappoint me, my Disciples of Doom.
Armand puts his hand behind the candelabra’s flame and blows the candles out, and the room fades to darkness.
Armand's voice picks up enough to be heard, speaking something sounding like Latin, but the words are still unclear. He stops, turns and puts the book down, taking up a large chalice and a ornate black knife, the handle glittering with a red ruby set into the hilt.
Armand: With this, we show our devotion to our lord and master.
Leviathan: Devotion.
He raises his hand, and Armand cuts deeply into his palm. Bright red blood spills out, and Armand catches some in the chalice, then moves on.
Armand: Devotion that shall be rewarded richly in victory... and punished vehemently in defeat.
Munashi: Devotion.
Munashi raises his hand. Again, the knife flashes and blood spills into the cup. Armand slowly walks toward Wallace, but detours and stops before Jen.
Armand: Devotion to him and him alone, to his righteousness, to his being.
Jen: Devotion.
Jen offers her hand and more blood flows into the cup. Armand then hands her the chalice.
Armand: Devotion that will lead us to our destiny... to victory. Devotion.
Armand cuts open his own palm and bleeds into the cup. He takes the cup and kneels before Wallace.
Armand: Devotion to the dark power that he wields, growing, changing. Power that is shared with the disciples of his Dark Sacrament.
Wallace: Devotion.
Wallace takes the knife and cuts his hand himself, bleeding into the cup. Armand stands, holding the cup high. He pulls a handful of something from his pocket and sprinkles it into the chalice, and flames leap up from the cup and die as quickly. Thick smoke pours from the cup as he hands it to Wallace, who swirls the contents around and drinks deeply. The cup is passed around the room, and each member sips from the cup. Afterwards, Munashi reaches down and picks up his mask, pulling it on as everyone rises.
Wallace: Tonight, a new beginning. We work toward our common goal. Ghost, Gobi, Damien Callous and Pain- these are battles we cannot afford to lose. Do not disappoint me, my Disciples of Doom.
Armand puts his hand behind the candelabra’s flame and blows the candles out, and the room fades to darkness.
