MATURE
There is only madness in the world. Uncleanness that runs wild across the surface of the world. In the end there is only one option in dealing with the world; let it burn. Embrace the Madness and stand back to watch the pretty flames burn all of those within its path. None shall be safe from the flames. And from the ashes a world would arise. A clean world. A new beginning. But for that to become the future, one must break a few eggs. One must bring order to the chaos. One must force the world upon another path. One must root out the wicked apples of the world and take their heads. But whom would risk their lives for this God-forsaken ball of dirt called the Earth?
For those whom were tuned into Dominion News Network, they would see whom would step up to the plate and take the swing. On the evening program 'An Eye on the Dominion with Deacon Frost', which appears nightly seven days of the week, the world would get a peek at what was to come. A small part to the puzzle that would change the world. As the theme music for 'An Eye on the Dominion' played, the camera zoomed in on the youthful face of a brown haired man with light green eyes. Dressed in a black three piece suit and a yellow tie. When he smiled, white fangs as white as snow showed themselves. Everything about this man screamed out that he was of the elite of the world.
“Good evening and welcome to 'An Eye on the Dominion'. I am your host, Deacon Frost.” said the man, Deacon Frost. “We have a big show for you tonight. A special guest whom wants to address not only the Dominion, but to address the world. To bring some light to some of his actions of late.”
”Now, please welcome to the show,” said Deacon rising from hi chair behind his brown desk. “The Man, the Myth, the Legend. You know him as His Royal Badass, His Royal Alpha. The one and only Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus. The Count of Transylvania.”
And he entered from the darkness of the back stage, light fog floating around his booted feet. Dressed in a long black leather duster over a blood red vest with gold buttons, the in-studio crowd rose to their feet and created an uproar as for many this was the first time that Caesar Jason has made a public appearance like this. And it had been a long time since he had appeared on 'An Eye on the Dominion'. And with his hair trim to its normal medium length and tucked under his trademark black cowboy hat, the crowd only grew wilder as Caesar Jason moved through the fog across the stage to his chair on the other side of Deacon's desk. He smiled at the crowd, his fangs equally white as snow, before he took his seat. Both men waited until the uproar quieted down before either one even started to say anything.
”Well, it has been a long time since you have grace this stage, Caesar.” started Deacon, his voice a little shaking as this close to Caesar Jason he could feel the power oozing of the Sovereign of the United Dominion. Something was up, but Deacon didn't really know the true reason why the Count was here tonight. “The last time you were here was to announce something great and grand for the Dominion. The founding of the Royal Houses of the nations that make up on the United Dominion.”
“I did, ye, I did. And tonight will be no different.” said Caesar Jason, letting a little blood lust bled into his lifeless gray eyes. “Tonight I bring another announcement. One that should change the world. Wake up those whom are nothing but mindless sheep.”
“But first, I know you want to do your things, so I'll give you the floor.” said Caesar Jason.
“Thank you, Caesar Jason.” started the host taking a deep breath before he got started. “Let's get started then with the whole 'I come, I slay, I take, Beware!' message to the world. Some within the Dominion have said it them, that message told them that the old Caesar Jason has come back.”
“That message, my dear man, is there to wake the world up as myself have woken up in a chaotic world. A world that fear nothings and runs unchecked by the greats of this world.” started Caesar Jason. “Let's take what happened in that feared region of Gholgoth during the time the world said that the United Dominion slumbered.”
“Gholgoth, feared by all and like the Dominion herself have slumbered when they were needed. But back to meat of it all, what I was talking about is the chaotic behavior within the region of elites.” Caesar Jason paused to stare at the cameras. “The new life of the Kraven Corporation as they torn a path of death and havoc across Gholgoth. The death of a nation, once a dear brother to the Dominion, Milograd fell to the horde of Kraven. As did a leader, one Lord Damian Dreadfire, whom fell to a horde he once destroyed. Gholgoth has the power to change the flow of this world, but the infighting and what has followed have taken that power.”
”So, Deacon, my message to the world is a warning that a change is coming.” A wicked smile came across his lips as he lends closer to the camera. “A change is coming no matter if the world wants it or not. Let's call it a so-called 'Redemption.'”
“So I'll ask you this then, Caesar Jason. Does this 'Redemption' start with the death of a town? Yes, I'm talking about Banrockburn left in ruins by your command.” said Deacon.
“Banrockburn is the start. It is an example to the world that even the Dominion Herself has chaos within Her borders. You see, what Banrockburn truly was nothing but a den of scum.” started Caesar Jason with another wicked smile. “Snakes within the garden that is the United Dominion. The sweet town of Banrockburn was a home to what harms the nature of the Dominion. A new fascist order took root within that town. An order that did harm to what is mine and those whom I claim as mine.”
“So Banrockburn did as its namesake and burned. And still burns.” said the Count.
“Well thank you for that new information on that matter.” said Deacon, whom was getting uneasier by everything going on. “This brings me to something else, another message that come out of Nocturnalya via the mouth of Nero Octavianus, once thought to be lost and now found.”
“Yes, I know what he said, dear boy, for I am the one whom told him to declare it to the world.” started the Count. “For it is past time that the world should take note that the Dominion has awoken from Her slumber to tear into the flow of this world once again. For too long the Dominion has sat by and let the world go unchecked.”
“So I'll quote the words of the Prince...” started Deacon looking at some blue cards in his hands. “'Know this for what is the Dominion's, is the Dominion's and what is not the Dominion's, shall be ours.' Does that mean the goals of the Dominion are to take over the world?”
“Yes and no and the part of the reason I have come to your show to address not only the Dominion, but the world too.” said the Count. “If I may have the floor, my dear man, it is time for the world to know the truth.”
“The floor is yours, my Caesar.” said Deacon knowing full well he couldn't have stopped Jason from doing anything.
Caesar Jason rose form his chair adjusting his clothes before stepping away from the desk of Deacon Frost. Away from the host to take away what ever power the host held on his viewers. For at this time and space, his viewers weren't his anymore. All eyes focus on the being that is Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus and what he was about to say. Of what truth was to come.
“I want everybody to heard what is to come with open ears and an open mind. Don't take anything that I'm about to say as nothing but me fueling my own ego.” started Caesar Jason with a friendly smile. “And yes, I am known for my ego. The world knows that. Anyways, back to the meat of this all. Back on track. And to do that, I'll say one word.”
“Conglomerate.”
“There once was an entity of that name that once wielded the power to bring order or chaos into the world. An entity that forced the elements of disorder into the path of righteousness. An entity that was once feared and loved at the same.” said Caesar Jason, taking a pause and breath for what was to come. “The Conglomerate. A brotherhood like Gholgoth. A brotherhood where brothers and sister that backed each other. That when the time came laid down their lives for one another.”
“But like the Roman Empire and even the likes of Gholgoth, infighting between the brother and sister caused the downfall. Childish behavior is how the actions of the brothers and sisters looked to the world.” said Caesar Jason, his anger slowing rising up from the depths of his soul. “In the end, the children didn't heel the warnings of the founding four. Three of those four turned their backs upon their creation and watched the fall from power of the alliance that was no more a brotherhood.”
“But some of you are saying this 'What of the Conglomerates whom came after the fall?'” started Caesar Jason. “Disgraces. Mimics. Imposters. Even if some of versions of the Cong held members of the original Conglomerate. Even one version of the Conglomerate held the Kraven Corporation and do I really need to repeat their actions. And like the original, those imposters fell to the wayside.”
”When the world needed a shining bright star, the Conglomerate was no more. Which brings me to another of these powerful entities that had the power to change the flow of the world.” said the Count. ”Also one word, too.”
“Brimstone.”
”Yes, that Brimstone Pact, the Treaty of St. Freeksburg that once forced the world to sit down and behave like good little children. That monkey wrench that came in the wake of the original Conglomerate and the imposters that followed. A Pact that understood where the world was heading and like a rampaging bull, lowered its head and charged headfirst into whatever came the world harm.”
“Like the death of Lord Damian Dreadfire, Brimstone and the power it held fell to the wayside.”
“The Conglomerate. The Brimstone Pact. Even entities like Apollyon, Incursus, and the Brotherhood of the Wolf. And the list could go on and on.” said Caesar Jason. “All entities that could and should have changed this world. That should have created order for the havoc and chaos created by the unwise. The unrighteous. The lost souls.”
“It is time for the elite to arise once again and bring some order to this world. To check the ones whom create havoc. To laid waste to the unrighteous ones. To bring Redemption to the world.” Caesar Jason paused and stared back at Deacon Frost. “And I'll bring this full circle and back to Banrockburn. To the reasons that town burned. Deacon, you know what I am talking about, right?”
“Our dear and beloved Deacon Frost...” said Caesar as he turned back to the camera. “Has lead a double life. And this other life has lead me to appear on this show. A life that he will soon pay for the crimes caused. Those crimes are against the Dominion and everything She stands for. Those crimes are against me.”
Deacon rose from his chair and moved. Being of the race of the bat, the man moved faster than a human, but it didn't matter for the Count came prepared. In a blur, Deacon was pin to his own desk by the hand of a Fallen. The white haired man known as the Madness in his shirtless and bare feet self. But the Madness wasn't the only Fallen whom appeared. The Reaper. Legion. And red armored beast known as Warmonger came out of the shadows of the back stage. As did soldiers in black Transylvanian Body Armor Series ONE,, MOD VI with ghostly gray tribal marking and bearing the tribal wolf head of the Royal House of Wolf. Their firearms trained on the crew and the house crowd. And if somebody dropped a pin in this very room, right now it was so quiet that one would heard the pin hit.
“You're going to want to watch this.” Said Caesar Jason grabbing the end of the camera and pulling it back to the action at hand. The Madness dragging Deacon Frost to the center of the stage, all cameras focusing on him as Warmonger and the Reaper each take a hold of a wrist. The vampire host of 'An Eye on the Dominion' had no hope in escape for the Fallen, the Hands of Caesar, knew no mercy. The Madness slowly unwound the silver whip wrapped around his waist as one of the armored soldiers torn the jacket and shirt off the back of Deacon. The Madness took up his position and waited. Waited for the command to tear flesh off of a guilty man.
“Let the Dominion and the world know that on this very day, justice is hereby delivered. For Deacon Frost will get his Redemption in the true death, but for his crimes there will be only pain. Lots and lots of pain.” said Caesar Jason with a wink. “That once sweet little town of Banrockburn is the crime of Deacon Frost. But you ask how? How could a face of the Dominion want to mess with the head of the Dominion? Because greed maybe, we will never know and truthfully...”
“I...”
”Don't...”
“Care!”
“Reports and files found within the town link back to Deacon Frost and his wealth. He funded this new fascist order that actions have done damaged to myself, the Dominion, and the world.” said Caesar Jason.
“The Madness, you are free to deliver righteous justice upon the guilty.”
The whip snap and torn into the naked flesh. Deacon cried out and out as the silver whip tasted his flesh. There is only pain for Deacon Frost and his punishment was being viewed on live television. For the whole of the United Dominion to see and the world to witness the horror that was the mind of Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus in his old self. May God have mercy on the Earth.
“You see that...” said the Count forcing the camera at the action. “That is punishment. That is the world. Deacon Frost is one of the unclean. One of the unrighteous ones. He is lost! Unchecked in his own ways.”
“It is time for a change!” forcing the camera lens into his face. His gray eyes fully turned to blood red. Full in the blood lust. “I come, I slay, I take, Beware!”
“You, the world, didn't heed my warnings. So know that you could have changed the outcome. You, the world, are to be blamed for what is to come.” said Caesar Jason stepping back form the lens. His eyes focused once again on the action at hand. The Madness stopped his whipping when the Count stepped over behind Deacon Frost. As Caesar Jason stood behind Deacon, he looked back at the camera. “You, the world, will be punished like this man. You, the world, will all burn in the righteous flames of Redemption.”
“But know this you, the world, for I, the one and only Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus, am issuing a call to those that are like-minded to join together as one.” said Caesar as his ran his right across the bloody back of Frost. “A call like those of the past. A call like the Conglomerate. A call like Brimstone. I'll cleanse this place of wickedness and I'll need those whom believe this world is doomed. This is my call. I invite you into the fold, my dear brothers and sisters. Join me and embrace the Redemption!”
Caesar Jason walked once more to the camera and placed his right hand covered in the blood of Frost on the lens. The sounds of the whipping filled the air once again as the right hand left the lens. Leaving a bloody hand print behind, casting Caesar Jason and the action in an eerily red shadow.
“This...”
“Is...”
”Redemption!”
Those watching at home would only see the image on their screens faded into a still image. The image of Redemption, a dark blood red ram with white tribal accents. And the background noise of gunfire. The message was delivered. The invite issued. Leaving the world to figure out the next move.