Several torches have been lit and placed along the cavern. The sound of trickling water can be heard in the distance. Footsteps can be heard faintly in between the trickling of water. The footsteps become louder and thusly closer.
Suddenly a figure emerges. It is clearly Sickle. He is wearing a white robe with a hood but the hood is not pulled up. A large grin is upon his face. He walks over to the edge of a nearby miniature pond and sits down. He puts his fingers together and laughs amusingly before speaking.
The camera does a close up of the face of Sickle.
His face shows that of a man that is worn but satisfied with something. A task has been completed for his eyes are gleaming with pride.
Sickle: I heard your words dark soldier. I was once like you. A charlatan indicating that I truly understand what wisdom was. The truth is though that you are walking in the shadows and thusly cannot see the light. As to what you said as to what you consider blasphemy perhaps you should consider investing in a dictionary before you speak again. Your ignorance appears to shine through the darkness.
The voice speaks no more. Sickle sits and waits in silence holding the back of his head with his hands. Sickle does not turn around but he speaks as if the form voice could still here him somewhere. As if the voice lingered somehow awaiting an answer.
Sickle: I know that which you speak of. I know that which my charge is, and you are right for I had forgotten it but I now realize that vengeance is not mine to take. I must let the past stay in the past. I cannot allow the past, and infadel attacks by those consumed in the moment trip up the mission or stumble me in my life which belongs to him which art in heaven.
Sickle gets up and begins to walk around the cavern.
Sickle: How great is thy hypocrisy Pharisee. In one moment you are claiming I use a false god to do inhuman actions, and in the next you are telling me what is and is not blasphemy. You think like many that there is never a time for violence on behalf of a Christian and you like many are so sadly confused. I follow the true word not something written by King James. In many places does the father use someone to invoke his wrath upon the stubborn ones. Now while I do not presume to tell you what you should and should not believe I do know that I must use you and the others. I must use you three to get to where the father has called me to. In order to get the attention of those that books the matches and those that hold the title. In order to get the attention of those that watch I must do something that is beyond drastic. Your words are hollow. Your words are meaningless jitter to me. In the big picture this match means nothing.
Sickle rubs his hand against the wall of the cavern and turns back towards the camera with cold eyes.
Sickle: I am your Babylon Merrill. I have been told to get my message across regardless of what it may cost. I am the forerunner in a war that is already raging, a war that shall soon exit the spiritual world and spill over into the physical world. I have foreseen a great atrocity. I have foreseen something that will happen that will shake the foundation of this world. You are quick to throw forth the stones Merrill. You are quick to use your words like an ill willed snake, and thusly like the snake you shall be struck down by my hand. The actions I take at Bloodzone are necessary and not something to shout for joy over but I would be lying if I said I shall not enjoy what I shall do��.
Sickle lets loose a wicked laughter but quickly stops himself, and mutters something quickly in another language, crosses himself and then continues.
Sickle: Your words shall be to no avail Merrill, nor to you Dice. Neither of you truly know words of power only words. Words that are empty, overused, and without true meaning. You would be a fool to assume that I shall not do exactly as I said I would. The words were spoken, I shall fulfill my words. The great door has been opened and the lines are drawn. Pick a side or hide because neutrality is not going to help you in the year of the prophets, disasters, and heavenly wonders. Get ready for the prophet called Sickle�
Sickle shoves the camera out of his way as he walks into the shadows of the caverns blowing out the torches on his way.