Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2015 21:54:47 GMT -5
Letting the car door shut behind he made his way to the entry of the warehouse, slinking through the door he looked around. Seeing the first thing that Cell himself had to of seen. A grand table, pure white, stunning silver china placed upon it. The sun hit it and caused it to shine like a priceless jewel.
He walked closer, seeing the head of the table had been disturbed. Dry blood, turned black spoiled the setting. The cup had dried but still had remnants of the blood that was drank from it. Looking parallel from the setting to where his guest of honor would have sat... Where she sat.
How she survived this he would never know... He had no way of knowing without losing those closest to him. Shaking his head he stepped away from the monstrous scene, his imagination mixed his actual knowledge painting a scene of events he didn't want to see. Instead he continued to walk, seeing the hooks that had flesh still pierced, it resembled a type of jerky now... not the soft skin of Nero.
"Sick fuck..."
What else could he say? Passing the mining cart he didn't even bother to look inside, the photos were enough for him. Not to mention that wasn't the point of this journey, no the mission, the goal was discarded in the corner. Walking a bit further he could see what was left over of a person, of his person.
Bethany.
An unfortunate tool in a psychopath's plan to reclaim his brother from the lord. An innocent... only used because she shared Sin's bed.
He dropped the duffle bag he has been carrying, removing its contents before he approached the huddle mass that could barely be called a person. Mostly bones with patches of flesh, he didn't even know how much of her was here. Scavengers could have already ran off with pieces... but he wasn't going to let the rest of her end that way. He kneeled down, touching a hand to his shoulders, chest, and forehead. Bowing his head down in prayer before delicately picking up pieces, placing them gently into the bag with no emotion on his face.
He made sure to grab each piece before zipping the bag shut, bowing his head once again in prayer. Standing he grabbed the contents he had removed, small green blocks. Placing one where Bethany had been before he walked back the way he had came, placing one on top of the mining cart, one at the table a select few in random places.
Walking back he carefully picked up the duffle, taking special care to not bounce it around too much as he made his way back to his rental. Once outside he opened the trunk, muttering the words, "forgive me" as he placed her remains down. Closing the door he walked around, opening the front door and climbing into his seat. He started the vehicle and began to reverse, heading out the same way he had entered.
He was nearly at the end of the warehouses when it happened, when the loud explosion shook the earth. He could see pieces of the warehouse scatter around the open sand in the rear view. He looked back once, a grin somehow creeping onto his face.
That warehouse would never be used again.
"Wrath. Greed. Sloth. Pride. Lust. Envy. Gluttony."
Sin is seen standing in front of the altar in the Chapel. In his hands, a bible. He speaks to an empty room as his words roll and rumble.
"These are in the hearts of every man, planted to grow as the first bite was taken. And grow they did, into the weeds of sin! The comfortable feeling that all will be forgiven with one simple phrase.
The light of the lord will see these bound cut and paradise flourish... Once sin has been casted from our existence. Static Wrestling was the first witness, believing it could lay in the bed of weeds, of its own filth, with no repercussions.
No, that was NOT the case! Their sin oozed into the lives of others, corrupting the crowd! The light of lord! That is what set them free! Free to see the lord and all the glory he offers! The paradise in which we should all live!
Thy WWE... sin has planted its seeds. The weeds growing, intertwining into your very being. I begin my quest... my mission with Zak Shields and Joey... the Bastard."
Sin shakes his head at the mere mention of the name. His life of sin had particularly disgusted Sin in his search.
"Pride... Lust! Gluttony! This sins stack up against your souls! The weeds grow as an extension of your existence! I am one of the Lord’s warriors, ready to cut through the weeds and deliver you to paradise.
In my name is a legacy, Sin... passed down from generations. The ability to purify... that which has made us so comfortable. That which has made our lives lost! At RAW
The Pentecostal will show you your sins. We will defeat that which is laid upon us! The lord will shine down on you that day... and the error of your ways.... will be casted into damnation!"
The full moon provided just enough light for Sin as he dug into the earth. Sweat slid down his face, dripping from his chin as he shoveled. He said nothing... thought nothing as he dug. Right among the roses, the perfect spot. Bethany was becoming Pentecostal, but her past reputation made her an outcast. And her choices lead to an early death, choices she had no control over.
That was on Sin... that was his cross to bear, his sin to repent for... To ask for forgiveness, not like it mattered, his soul was damned. But in being damned it made it possible for paradise.
The lord’s paradise.
Once the whole was deep enough Sin used the shovel for leverage to get out of the hole. He grabbed the duffle bag, ever so gently sitting it into the grave. Speaking out loud as he began filling her resting place.
"Do not fear Bethany, for the Lord is your salvation and Light. He will guide you into his arms and embrace you child. You will not need worry, hesitate, or fear for heaven in your paradise. You will be embraced with open arms and be pain free. You will watch over your loved ones as they have watched over you.
Dear Bethany... Worry not for you with the Lord now and forever. Amen."
The rest of the job was in silence, not even the animals ruined the moment. Upon his completion he bowed to one knee, resting on hand on the fresh dirt as his other motioned a cross. "May your soul find peace Bethany in the arms of our Lord."
