Off in the distance one can see a long and beautiful mountainside looming. Back from the mountains is several abandoned houses that almost seem to gather under the mountainside.
The clouds are rolling across the sky. The sun is just starting to set. A church can be seen just at the far end of the graves. It is an old church of simple design. It is apparent that it is abandoned but only through the dust as everything seems to be in tact. A solitary figure sits atop the roof.
The camera readjusts for a better focus of the solitary figure.
The figure is wearing a white robe with a hood. He is holding rosemary and moving along the beads while murmuring in Latin. Suddenly he jumps from the top of the roof and lands softly on the ground below. He walks towards the camera slowly and with ease while still praying in Latin as if nothing had happened. Finally he stops praying and turns to the camera.
Sickle: Dice Morgan you are very amusing child. I am curious how much money did it cost you to make that little video of yours? In any case it was very amusing but you would be sadly confused if you thought for even an instant that your incredibly recessed expressions in that neurotic harangue had any solidity. I have said everything I need to say. Mistake not my words I will be cracking heads at Bloodzone.
Sickle bows his head and motions for the camera to follow him back towards the church. Sickle slowly opens the door with humbleness in his actions. The doors slowly creak open and a great draft of dust comes flying out. Sickle briskly dusts himself off before continuing to go inside. Several pews line the church on either side. At the end of the somewhat short aisle is a podium and behind it is a large crucifix. Sickle comes to the end of the aisle and kneels down at the alter.
Sickle: Forgive Levi for his sins father. His words are clearly spoken out of anger and confusion. I know it cannot be easy for one to believe in you father with the world being the living thriving embodiment of sin that it is today. I know it cannot be easy for him to not be of ill will when his father left at such an early age. I know the difficulty in growing up without a father, and never being able to have those special father and son moments, to be able to play catch or talk about woman but never with his father. I know it could not have been easy as he watched his already difficult and strenuous life become more so through his mother�s problems. I know it can not rest easy on him having left his mother in what was only survival kicking in. I know that it had to be even harder surviving the mean streets of the modern city. His faith probably jarred after seeing the travesties of poverty in one of the richest countries in the world. I ask father that you whisper in his ear, knock at his subconscious and help him only to find you, and to accept the gift that you bestowed upon him so many years ago. I also ask father that you forgive me for what I must do February fifth. I ask that you forgive me for the blood that shall be spilt. I ask you to bless my hand as I go forth to remove an obstacle that has been placed before me. I ask only that you guide me in the path that you would have me go, and I pray this all in the name of thine son who gave his life so that we might have eternal life�amen.
Sickle stands up from the alter, pushes aside the podium and sits down facing the crucifix as he begins talking with his back to the camera.
Sickle: Levi was the third son Leah and Jacob and the founder of the Levite tribe of ancient Israel. This means you were named after one of the founding fathers of one of the twelve tribes of Israel. Of course then again your last name means black water. So in retrospect it is really kind of amusing. While your first name is holy your last name is pagan. Almost like a balance ���.
Sickle chuckles slightly showing amusement before he continues.
Sickle: But if we all went by what our names meant we would all lead very different lives now wouldn�t we?
Sickle pauses for a moment and sighs.
Sickle: You, Chaotic Diablo, of course had to like everyone eventually make a choice on where you stand in life in respect to the father. It is only natural after all to question our existence as a race. It is only natural to question why everything is here and of course it would lead to the question of is there a god. You, probably based on probably based on your life experience, decided there was not. I realize that you have embraced this plague thing of yours and have come to decide that you are some kind of disease ready to strike then I sadly must inform you that I am the cure. While your words although seemingly harsh and incredibly controversial are nothing more than the barks of a dog. I on the other hand am the white wolf.
The feel of calmness leaves Sickle�s voice as he continues with a jeer in his voice.
Sickle: I do not come in peace. I come wishing you harm. Not because of anything you have said because I can easily overlook all that. I come wishing you harm because you have been placed in my path.
The jeer leaves Sickle�s voice and he continues in a calmer manner than before, an almost belligerent calmness.
Sickle: You made a decision long, I pray that decision will change but until then you are the tool of the opposing side. You see I am not about the father saving me from demons. I am about delivering my message and doing what I was sent here to do. The prophetic vision I was given must be shared but sadly it will not be listened to until I have the proper plateau and unfortunately for you that plateau is beyond you. In order to reach that metaphorical plateau I must first go through you.
Sickle stands up from facing the crucifix and turns around.
Sickle: I realize this is not something you are used to, and I know that you think you have me pegged but that will be your downfall. I am not a priest. I am not one of the sheep although I am a part of the flock of the great shepherd. I am the white wolf sent by the shepherd to watch the flock while he does sleep and to keep the flock alert for the times ahead. I am here to protect the flock when needed and to guide them when instructed.
The sound of irritation and anger can be heard in Sickle�s voice while he maintains the calm tone.
Sickle: You will not obstruct my task simpleton. Put simply for your neandthrethal mind come February fifth you will not be victorious. Come Blood Bath there shall be a pond of blood, sweat and tears. Mine own shall be mixed in there I am sure but most of it shall be yours I assure you of that. I will probably even let you think you are winning the majority of the match. You will go to do something highly risky, and at the most dangerous part of whatever you shall try I shall counter, and then capitalize. My words on this match are not that of a threat. My words are not mere bragging or some incredibly elaborate speech to convince you that I shall win. My words are prophetic, and I have only done this little waste of my time so that you shall have had ample warning, and to give forth my message to a growing audience. Leave me now��
Sickle shoos the camera away.
The scene fades out with the sun finally completing its dissension over the mountainside in the distance.
