A smoke emerges from a dark secluded room, a small bar with a group of men playing poker. One of them is resting against the back of his chair, staring at the only lightbulb that is shining above their heads and talking out loud as others are listening and looking at their cards, deciding whether they want to fold or call him.
I’ve tried not to sin for so many years, I’ve tried to fight these urges that are deep down inside of me. Just like the good son my mother tried to raise. How she would have hoped that I would have turned out to be that sweet young boy that would make a difference in this world. Not in the way that I’ve done tho. It’s been like this since ages, it slowly creeps on you doesn’t it?
I sigh, I know this is the way for me for ages. For how long will this burden be on my shoulders? For how long will I have to be forced to live through every deadly sin that I’ve put myself and others through? Even some names that are alive and able to tell about it tell lies, telling soulful stories in the hopes of clenching their souls with lies. Telling the world that the TRUTH has set them free, only to find out that their lies has blackened their lives… and me? I’m the guy who put them in their miseries every single damn time. Oh isn’t this just a great sensation???
I tell you, the world is not ready to understand me. And I made it so perfectly clear, I’m here to wage war. I’m here to break my vows every single time that I look into your eyes. And you just still don’t get it? Oh Lord from above, how must you be shaking your head, wishing these two mortal men that you created would not have eaten from that damned apple. I mean seriously, playing mortal souls is something I do on a daily basis. People are too occupied with greed, greed for money. Their lust for sex, their urge for power. Their desire to destroy others so they could benefit. To kill the dreams and hopes of those who once loved them… and it all started with that damn apple. And it always comes back to it… don’t you think that’s just amusing?
Another amusing thought creeps over me every single time I take a breath. Every time I open my eyes, I see a light. I see something pure and I just want to devour it… to drag it through the pits of hell, to watch the anguish and disbelief in their eyes. Nothing would set them free, nothing in their fucked up minds would make them understand what I do to them. Hell even you all don’t see that I already put you through every damn sin
Even those who claim to be one…. How sinful to think that it only amuse me even more. I remember how Cain turned on his brother Abel. Killing him, lying about everything else. Hell to watch a murderer beg for mercy at a cross.. to a human being that is called a KING? Foolish thoughts to think his life of sinful ways would be erased by merely saying forgive me… pathetic isn’t it?
People always look for someone to look up to, a hero. A man that is above those who hate, above those who kill, above those who betray their partners. Above those who have no idea of what morals are and what their purpose in life is… people wanting to cheer for athletes that seem to be so pure, that can’t do anything wrong…and yet they sleep with every whore they meet. Or to cheer for those who play bad, who play evil. Who …. Ahh who gives the fuck.
Are you going to continue this bullshit Goth? Or are you going to drink some beer and get this over with?
The figure stares at the person who called him out of his talk.
I raise you with 500
Damn he’s bluffing!!!
Are you willing to take the risk? This guy is an idiot!!
I smile, I know that in their minds they are battling the question am I sinning with calling bluff? Or am I sinning with the fact that I want more money and have all the power?
I hold the sluts in my hand my friend, I Goth hold all the power in his hand as the weak flesh of your doubts is making you lose your mind.
What the f….
Mind your language son.
This isn’t the church you know!!!!
I chuckle, oh the church. Are you going to listen to the prayer of a man? One man that preaches about HIM?? A man that knows deep inside his gutless heart that Roman Emperor August changed the bible for their own good. Oh the Holey Bible… I know I shouldn’t say anything… I….,
Ok I am calling you bluff!!!
I chuckle, I know by the sweat on top of his forehead that he is questioning his stupidity. His life savings, his mortgage, his daughters education money. All on table to win a hand. His desperation is reminding me of someone….,
Three Queens, what do you got punk?
Soft curses can be heard being taken away in the darkness. As if it is sucking the air out of their lungs and just like Alien said… in space, nobody can hear you scream.
I thank you for your questioning tactics gentlemen. But to show that I’m not a bad man after all, here is some money. Why don’t you drown your sorrow just like every other bum out there.
The figure hands out a couple of thousands to everyone as they take it and leave. He grabs a Whsiskey and pours himself some.
This is some good stuff!! The brew that is the Devils doing they say. I never remembered peeing in a bottle and having it taste this great.
A chuckle comes over the figure as he notices the camera and takes another swig off of it.
Come on now, where’s the humour in it all? Or are you all upset of what I did last time you saw me on television? I mean seriously, he asked for it. HE WAS ASKING FOR IT FOR WEEKS!! He made the demand of a tag team match. Knowing full well that I do not trust anyone, not even my brother Fang to tag with me in a match. I came here to destroy them both and hell, I just send out a few warnings to Pee Wee and Sherman big time!!!
His eyes says it all, confidence, arrogance and complete calmness. The words flow from his mouth as if it is nothing.
So yeah I did a match and I didn’t win. Does it matter? I told the go lucky son of a bitch that I could care less what happened in that match. He got his wakeup call. He got what he deserved and he served as nothing more than a warning. A warning that Kain will get too, but he is a tale that only needs to be served as an extra besides the Sins. I mean, I’m sorry. Did I hurt fluffy ? fluffy the stuffed poodle that got turned into a teddy bear?
A cigar gets raised to his mouth as he was holding it in his other hand. Inhaling the smoke and blows it out through his nose.
Is this going to be it? The moment of butterflies for one desperate seeking Susan? Facing the guy that ran him out of his own federation? The guy that he wants to beat me and yet was too chicken shit to actually do something? Tell me Despy, did you finally grow some fluffed up balls and stop hiding behind Gabriel’s back? I mean wow, HE was the one that called me out. HE was the one that was done washing the dishes and cleaned your room, while you were playing….
Goth chuckles as he stops mid sentence and inhales the cigar once again and blows out some smoke in the air, watching it vanish slowly in the darkness.
Oh I’m sorry, I wasn’t done talking right? While you were playing checkers? Seriously Despy, I wanted to kick your ass the most. All to the moment of staring you in the eyes and see if you were different, different from all those who I created… created to be at the top of their confidence and then squash them down like a bug. Just like I did to Corrayo, like I did to Metamania, like I did to my brother more than once… and then there was you.. my favourite. My almost seemingly wanted to call you my PET.
My very own pet… catchy sound wouldn’t you agree?
Goth closes his eyes, he runs his hand with the cigar against his cheek. He feels some sweat from the warmth of the bar. He wipes it off and lets his tongue run over the wetness of his hand. Tasting the salty taste of his sweat.
I would make you my little dog. I would pet you, I would take you out and do your thing in the bushes. Hell I would even make you go and get my newspaper. But before I teach you some useful tricks, I must break you down. I must show you who is master, I must show you who is in control and who is the little bitch. And what better way than to do it right in front of your friends, the fans, the audience that believes in the goodness of the Deadly Sins. Oh please…. I just shitted myself last night thinking of that catchphrase.
But I know, I shouldn’t parade too much with funny stuff. We got that little Shit face of yours to do that don’t we? Oh little Despy, how many nights have you woken up? How many nights must you have been questioning yourself for when this day to come? For this to finally happen? To stand in the ring against yours truly? I just took this moment and come over and just take you out.
I’m not here to make pleasant reminding moments. I’m not here to drink cup of tea.. I’m here to break you until you lift your stinking mutt head every time I whistle. To have you go nuts and wiggle your tail every time I raise my hand and pat your head. I want to tame the one half of the deadly sins. You see Despy, you are just another example of how people want to be the way only I can be. You are an example of having evil to be accepted… to have fun of evil. To have the Sins to be accepted in a way that people would embrace it…
I guess stupidity has ran it’s cause with you wouldn’t you agree?
I’ve embraced the sins… I’ve embraced the sins that I have perpetrated upon the world… I’ve embraced every soul that I have brought to their knees. And you? You are just a mere toy of my desire to show the world that I’m the true sin of this world. I’m hate, I’m lust, I’m desire, I’m greed. I’m everything that makes you say that you are… and you know something Despayre… I am amused to hear your words… until I am forced to take old yeller to the shed and shoot his brains out.
Enjoy the moment my friend, while it lasts…
A final blow of his cigar can be seen as the shot slowly fades to darkness.
