: I have no other choice. He killed my sister. He must be handled.The camera pulls back to show a church. It is a fairly old-fashion looking church with a touch of moderation. Somehow the church looks very familiar. It is almost hard to recognize though with the slight touch of ice on its a frame rooftop. Atop the rooftop sits a darkened figure with a long trench coat on.
The figure leaps to the ground. He lands with grace and poise and slowly walks towards the nearby graveyard. The tombs almost seem to dance in tune with the moonlight.
There eerie stories dying to come out and tell themselves. In the center of the graveyard is an angel carved out of stone holding a sword. A female silhouette can be seen standing in front of the angel. The figure continues to walk over to it slowly with a touch of attitude in the walk.
The figures met up together, and can be clearly identified as Sickle and Moira. Sickle pulled the sword down. The center of the angel opens up to reveal a stairway lit by torch lights hanging on the wall. The two slowly walk down the stairs
The scene slowly blacks out
The scene reopens to a small cave-like atmosphere. Hanging up are all kinds of trench coats, and in small closet to the far back are some black robes with hoods, and inside of it is a shelf with a couple of executioner style masks, and above that shelf is another shelf with a container of face-paint that has not been opened.
To the right of the closet is a vanity, that is slightly broken. Moira and Sickle are both sitting in chairs near the vanity talking
Moira: I beg you not to go this route. It will only end in more pain and death
: I have no other choice. He killed my sister. He must be handled.
Moira: What about your match with Vlad? You cannot forget the EFW can you?
: No, you are right. I cannot forget about the EFW. They too will have to deal with this.
Ariel reaches to the top shelf and brings the container of face paint down to the vanity, he opens the container and starts to apply it. He talks as he is applying the facepaint, but it is not like he is talking to Moira it is more like he is talking out his thoughts.
: What if that reflection, reflected a change? Inside this closet, and that one over there each represent an era of myself. A change that I have had to undergo. From the days of the silent, and eerie Sickle to the days of the badass biker Sickle to the days of the dark and mysterious Lucid Nightmare, and now a new era begins. An era of change
Like a mirror, one looks and sees his own reflection. What if that reflection, looked back? But it is not really just about change but also acceptance of heritage. Accepting that I am Ariel 'Sickle' James from the James family. Accepting that I am one of the two sons of Daniyel James the sworn enemy of Maleficus and regardless of where I go I must one day face the sworn enemy of my family
Now as for you Vlad. I have never really liked you. I cannot really say why. It might very well be that I do not like you for you reminded me of me. But the point of the matter is that I cannot let this title fall into anyone's hands outside of the family. Maleficus is powerful, and he has clearly stated that in order to completely destroy the James family he must take control of the EFW and part of the key to that is this very title. I may not like you Vlad but I had no wish to fight you but if I have to KILL you to keep this title in the James family then I will. I will beat you, I will pound you, I will cheat you. I will unleash everything within my power in order to keep this title in the family. It is nothing personal to anybody in the Dark Riders Gang but the title must stay in the family until the head of the murderous group known as Revelation has been chopped off of it.
Ariel walks over to the wall on the right of the vanity where a dart board is at, he manages not to show his face as he stares intently into the distance at the dart board with a knive in hand, while still talking Moira slips a new type of trench coat over Ariel's shoulders, and slowly moves away to sit down beside the vanity again and let Ariel finish
:You see Orlando you were right in a way. You said that you would kill the era of Sickle the Lucid Nightmare and so your murderous group has but I would hide if I was you. You see that was a much kinder era. This is an era of vengeance. This is going to be an era of payback. This is going to be an era of heritage and hate, an era of acceptance and payment, an era of justice, and most definitely an era of rage. You want to get deep Orlando? You will see just how deep I really can go, you will see just how calm I really have been. So my only suggestion to any member of Revelation is to run! Run far, and hide well because you all are about to see HELL!
