Post by jaysonray on Sept 16, 2008 22:35:23 GMT -5
Blake paced about his lockerroom, the thought of the night's impending Wrath floating about his conciousness. Many had praised him on his Weekend Report, leaving gracious notes of encouragement but two had left notes containing an ominous warning. The Demon of the North and The Soldier 1st Class were watching him, waiting in the shadows for their most opportune moment to strike.
However, even Blake in his infinite wisdom, knew that the two DHS members were not quite that predictable. Jay was known for his intellectual approach to almost everything, and Cloud had learned from Blake himself. The enemies he was staring down were carved from the same mold as Brutus, Cassius, Benedict Arnold, and Lucifer himself. And they were equally as dangerous.
Blake Worship: Dammit Terry, why do you have to go an misunderstand things?
A knock at the door took Blake's attention from his wayward prodigy, dragging him towards the door. Grabbing his mammoth crossbat on his way [never being too cautious], Blake opened the door to find...
...nothing. Nothing stood in the doorway aside from the staggering aura of something not human. It was the aura of something far greater than an ordinary demon.
Jayson Ray: Next time I'll know just to let myself in.
The voice of the demonic mastermind behind DHS came swiftly and sharply to his ears, spinning himself around to view the Demon of the North seated, legs crossed upon Blake's couch. The trademark hoodie and leather jacket hugged his frame, igniting his already blazing lialic eyes.
Jayson Ray: Hello there, Blake.
Gripping the crossbat, Blake edged closer towards the demon, eyes crackling with a blue hue.
Blake Worship: What are you doing here Jayson?
Jayson Ray: Calm down killer, I come in peace. Or if I was a Blood, would that be an entirely different greeting?
Blake bit back the urge to spout blaspemy at the Canadian Destroyer's words, but he even knew they were too true. Jayson knew Blake's history as a gangbanger far too well, and knew that if the demon wanted to, could use it against him in an instant.
Blake Worship: Come in peace, huh? Your version of peace involves you and the rest of DHS standing atop of everyone.
Jayson Ray: Quite the contrary actually Blake. We, the Dark Horse Society, are simply doing what nature has forgotten to do in the couple hundreds of years people like you have existed. We are executing natural selection, seperating the weak from the strong.
Such as, hmmm, Sammy?
Blake Worship: What?!
Jayson Ray: Oh yes, I do believe the young Mrs. Worship would make an excellent addition to the followers of the Dark Horse. Or maybe even...your children.
Blake Worship: *pointing the bat at Jayson* Shut the fuck up Jayson! I swear if--
Jayson Ray: Let me guess, if I lay one hand upon any of your family you won't hesitate to beat me within an inch of my life? Come now Blakey boy, I know you a lot better than most people ever will, and I know that somewhere in that shell you call your body, the DemiGod sleeps, waiting to be awakened.
So, why is it you do not let your natural way take over, and claim your spot atop of mankind? You, the perfect king for a nation, a world of followers, and DHS, the horsemen of apocalypse. Doesn't that sound like a perfect ideal.
Blake Worship: Hate to tell you Jayson, but I don't want to rule anything. The Regulators exist to erase whatever evil is in that black heart of yours and bring back the man I fought beside to get his child back.
Taking a deep breath, and blinking, Blake quickly focused his eyes back upon the couch where the Canadian Destroyer was seated, only to find no one seated there. It couldn't have been? He had just been sitting there...hadn't he?
The voice floated in Blake's head for a second, and then it was gone, leaving Blake to the silence of the lockerroom.
However, even Blake in his infinite wisdom, knew that the two DHS members were not quite that predictable. Jay was known for his intellectual approach to almost everything, and Cloud had learned from Blake himself. The enemies he was staring down were carved from the same mold as Brutus, Cassius, Benedict Arnold, and Lucifer himself. And they were equally as dangerous.
Blake Worship: Dammit Terry, why do you have to go an misunderstand things?
A knock at the door took Blake's attention from his wayward prodigy, dragging him towards the door. Grabbing his mammoth crossbat on his way [never being too cautious], Blake opened the door to find...
...nothing. Nothing stood in the doorway aside from the staggering aura of something not human. It was the aura of something far greater than an ordinary demon.
Jayson Ray: Next time I'll know just to let myself in.
The voice of the demonic mastermind behind DHS came swiftly and sharply to his ears, spinning himself around to view the Demon of the North seated, legs crossed upon Blake's couch. The trademark hoodie and leather jacket hugged his frame, igniting his already blazing lialic eyes.
Jayson Ray: Hello there, Blake.
Gripping the crossbat, Blake edged closer towards the demon, eyes crackling with a blue hue.
Blake Worship: What are you doing here Jayson?
Jayson Ray: Calm down killer, I come in peace. Or if I was a Blood, would that be an entirely different greeting?
Blake bit back the urge to spout blaspemy at the Canadian Destroyer's words, but he even knew they were too true. Jayson knew Blake's history as a gangbanger far too well, and knew that if the demon wanted to, could use it against him in an instant.
Blake Worship: Come in peace, huh? Your version of peace involves you and the rest of DHS standing atop of everyone.
Jayson Ray: Quite the contrary actually Blake. We, the Dark Horse Society, are simply doing what nature has forgotten to do in the couple hundreds of years people like you have existed. We are executing natural selection, seperating the weak from the strong.
Such as, hmmm, Sammy?
Blake Worship: What?!
Jayson Ray: Oh yes, I do believe the young Mrs. Worship would make an excellent addition to the followers of the Dark Horse. Or maybe even...your children.
Blake Worship: *pointing the bat at Jayson* Shut the fuck up Jayson! I swear if--
Jayson Ray: Let me guess, if I lay one hand upon any of your family you won't hesitate to beat me within an inch of my life? Come now Blakey boy, I know you a lot better than most people ever will, and I know that somewhere in that shell you call your body, the DemiGod sleeps, waiting to be awakened.
So, why is it you do not let your natural way take over, and claim your spot atop of mankind? You, the perfect king for a nation, a world of followers, and DHS, the horsemen of apocalypse. Doesn't that sound like a perfect ideal.
Blake Worship: Hate to tell you Jayson, but I don't want to rule anything. The Regulators exist to erase whatever evil is in that black heart of yours and bring back the man I fought beside to get his child back.
Taking a deep breath, and blinking, Blake quickly focused his eyes back upon the couch where the Canadian Destroyer was seated, only to find no one seated there. It couldn't have been? He had just been sitting there...hadn't he?
"I'll release the DemiGod, or destroy everything you love in the process, Blake. Your perfect world is coming to an end, and jugement day is upon you. Be ready Blake, for I am coming for you...
The voice floated in Blake's head for a second, and then it was gone, leaving Blake to the silence of the lockerroom.
THE REGULATORS ARE ABOUT TO BE REGULATED BY THE DARK HORSE OF REW!
