The scene opens near a decently proportionate building made of stones, and having a very medieval feel about it. There are a small series of steps made of long stone. On either side of each step is a stone pillar with golden goblets containing fire in which to light the way up the stairs.
The camera crew goes up the stairs.
At the end of the stairs is a large wooden door with an arch to it. At the very top of the door is a pentagram engraved into the door itself. There are two iron braces across the door, one at the top and one near the bottom. In between these two iron braces is a skull designed knocker made of brass.
Just to the left of the door are exactly four bars perfectly parallel to the next.
The camera crew goes up and through the door. As the door closes the scene slowly transitions into a small chamber.
The chamber is filled with fog, and there are only two things that are completely visible. A throne made of all stone with a baphomet carved into the back of the seat itself, and finally upon the stone throne is the robed figure everyone has come to know as Sickle. The rest of the room is only shadows and things that could or could not be shadows. The man known as Sickle looks towards the camera and begins to speak in a very relax and informative manner.
Sickle: In a world where bedlam is ubiquitously and war is around every curvature it is arduous to not conjecture about the realms outside our own. We try not to cogitate about bereavement to the point of even forcing ourselves to forget that it is inevitable to happen. For many years I have ignored this inadvertly but now I must face it head on. I must learn to no longer live in just the physical realm. A man who is truly great must be spiritually and physically aware. Signs of the chi world are all around us and yet we are blind.
We are like the horses with flaps on. Attestation of the spiritual realm lies in every rock, tree, and cloud but thanks to science we try to explain instead of understand it. We are foolish enough to believe that we are the only ones who have a state of consciousness beyond what is needed to survive. You see I must denounce my throne. I can no longer remain as the king of darkness as a tyranny is not veracious notwithstanding of where it is. But, before I resign my cathedra I diktat that there shall never be another bona fide king of darkness and it must be ruled unbiased by a council. I will therefore hand over the gothic underground to those who have achieved the prominence and establishing prerequisite to be members of the dark council. I must be unswervingly focused on my new errand.
I must be ever vigilante in my unceasing raison d'�tre to find the ultimate verity and illumination. I have always prided myself on being a very wise man but here recently it has come to my attention that without this personal insight I am not. I must become one with the higher level of consciousness that exists beyond what we are habitually able to reach. By achieving this not only will I have achieved true prudence but I will be able to face life in a whole new light.
I am on a trek. I must deliver a message to the world. A message that has been long forgot. Truths that have been twisted and misused by those that would dare to call themselves devote followers. They are taught things by demons and them in such they act like demons. They are wolves cloaked in sheep�s clothing and now the great father has sent a wolf of his own to protect the flock. I am not a shepherd nor am I a sheep. I am a tamed wolf and no more. I come not for those outside the flock but for those who would hide among the flock and claim to be as pure as the sheep. But for those who do not hide among the flock but wish to stand in my way in my quest to bring enlightenment to the world you will suffer the same fate as them. Nothing will hinder me in this quest. It is not my job to judge those outside of the temples of God but I will not hesitate to remove the obstacles that the great illusionist will surely place in my path to enlightening the world regardless of what they may be. My skills are highly developed for in ring combat and my achievements are well noted. Now considering what I have done in the past imagine what I can do now with heavenly intervention. I have the sisters of fate spinning in my favor even as I speak. But supposing that they are not my devotion is no less in amount and my faith in my cause is not less in measurement. I will continue coming until either I am no longer conscious or my arm has been raised in victory and my trek continues. Mistake me not Lucas for the path to enlightenment is a painful one and you will be one of the first one�s to be enlightened.
Now I must not allow such a place as this continue to exist because in all propability someone else will rise up in my abscensce and take the throne. So I will destroy this place in the only true and honorable way. I will burn this place down to ashes till it is no more much like I will burn down Lucas Stevenson move after move until finally I stand victorious and continue about my way on my most noble path.
Sickle then stands up from the throne. He turns around and leans down near the left side of the throne. When he comes back up he has a sledge hammer in his hand. He takes the sledge hammer and smashes the throne to pieces. Sickle then leans down again to he right of the rubble that used to be the throne of stone, and comes back up with a gasoline can. Sickle opens the gasoline can and begins to pour gasoline about the room. After it is all over the room Sickle takes the can and begins to walk with it allowing the gas to continue to pour behind him. He speaks towards the camera as he is walking.
Sickle: Just as I destroyed my former throne so shall I destroy you Lucas because if I am not victorious my words will have been in vain thusely you are the remains of an obstacle that I must destroy.
Just as I covered that room in gasoline allowing it to soak along with the rest of this building as I walk so shall I to you. I will douse you down with a mryiad of my highly impressive and yet oh so humble arsenal of holds, suplexes and strikes.
Sickle stops outside the very front of the building. He tosses the now empty gas can to the side. He reaches into his robe, and pulls out a box of matches. He lights one up, and throws it onto the gasoline before turning back to the camera. He places the matches back in his robe at the same time.
Sickle: Just as I have thrown the match to end this building so shall I you. After I have doused you down with the kerosene of holds, suplexes, and strikes I will light you up with a devestating finale, and after the mat has settled and the flame is igniting into the bones and muscles of your body I will cover for the victory showing the power of the light.
Sickle then walks closer and closer towards the camera but suddenly there is a large glare of light from behind Sickle, and the camera goes hazy.
