Post by Jon Moxley / The Wyatt Family on Aug 25, 2017 2:39:22 GMT -5
Luke is standing alone in the sepia-lit, smoky room that the Wyatt's so often appear in. He's staring off in the distance blankly.
"Once, there was a woman.
A beautiful woman, with soft skin and long, beautiful hair. And she met a young man, and they fell in love. And like all young love, they moved fast, so blinded by what society had told them they should do, subconsciously furthering the machines agenda. And the girl removed her mask, and displayed her true colors, and yet the man was blinded by his love for the woman; he refused to see the woman for what he really was, even as the cuts healed into scars, and the gashes refused to heal. It was this refusal of the truth that was the Man's ultimate demise; because the woman cast him out, onto the cold and dark streets, and the man had to fend for himself, alone, as the woman had taken from him every single thing he ever held dear. With no options, the man roamed the country, possessing nothing."
Luke finally looks into the camera, and slowly his mouth stretches into a smile.
"Then Bray Wyatt found me. And he showed me the actual truth, that my love had blinded me to. He preached Abigail's words to me, and I felt the words bring me forth from the haze of consumerism and false happiness the machine had taught me.
Beno, I don't care about your title, because I held a title once. And she cast me out and betrayed me. I care only about the pain that I can still feel, dull and raging under the surface. And the only thing that makes that pain disappear, is when I can hurt others. So that is my mission, the Manifest Destiny that Abigail has granted me.
To hurt people."
