The Absurd
He sits in a room where no light shines, save the light from
a lone candle. The darkness surrounds him.
And God was not with this man. The Demon's wrath coursed through
him. For he did not forget his pledge to this man. That he ultimately
reigns in this man's life, and he will do his bidding.poke.
"At last. The time has arrived."
The Duke of Wessex looks up, dressed as always in a taylored suit, his
blond hair cut immaculately, his face cleanly shaven, his blue eyes gazing
into the lens.
"And thus I sit. Alone to contemplate my
own fate, for it is not in my hands - nor is it in any of yours."
His voice remains monotone, his face stoic and stone like.
"The absurdity of it all."
He laughs quietly under his breath.
"To hear you all. Your threats. Your
words. Your declarations of might, of determination."
He sits quietly, contemplating.
"All of it meaningless."
The candle flickers, casting its ghostly light and shadow.
"As if to say that you are the masters of your
own fate. The ignorance."
"The absurdity."
"For I am unlike all of you. You declare
your differences. Your strengths. You list and defile the name
of your foes, hoping to cast fear and strike darkness into their lives,
with unholy desires to destroy all who step in your paths overflowing like
blood from the cup of damnation."
He continues.
"You are all but men to me. Men who are
flawed. And you are all one face."
"One voice."
"One enemy."
"And so it shall be."
"One man against one enemy."
"And when you speak, I hear the others who also would dare to seek war
against me. I hear the same illogical, pathetic voice. Your physical
prowess, presence in combat, mental sharpness are dwarfed merely by the
unsteeled state of your soul."
"And unlike you who are trying to fend off the
demons of uncertainty I have embraced them. Chaos and cosmos are my
allies. I yuke their strengths. Fight it if you will; make
yourself weaker."
He continues, relentless in his beliefs and words.
"Then to war my brothers. I wage a war of liberty, whose lessons
I have learned all too well. You fight for your own mortal glory. And
I for the infinite. What I do I do for all time."
He looks into the lens. He
says nothing.
He breaths slowly. His mind casts its eye upon a thousand thoughts,
a thousand images, a thousand moments in history.
A thousand demons.
His breathing acellerates, until he closes his eyes.
"And know this."
"If I defeat one of you."
He looks down and exhales deeply. A
moment later he raises his head, his eyes now, a piercing red.
"I defeat you all."