Knuckles Up in Boston RP - Conflagration
Aug 6, 2022 22:14:28 GMT -5
Swarm, M̷e̶S̴H̵_̶i̴s̷_̷d̷E̸A̶d̶, and 1 more like this
Post by M̷e̶S̴H̵_̶i̴s̷_̷d̷E̸A̶d̶ on Aug 6, 2022 22:14:28 GMT -5
“Blessed are the destroyers of false hope, for they are the true Messiahs - Cursed are the god-adorers, for they shall be shorn sheep!” – Anton LaVey
Our story begins in a beachside resort. Oriental carpets are draped along the walls, each one etched in different patterns and colors. Hidden in every corner is a vase with an elder plumeria rising from it, each leaf a bright and vibrant verdant color. The matching uniform for the staff that work at the resort is a colorful and floral button-up adorned with hibiscus flowers, khaki shorts and sandals as each member of the organization works their correspondent tables. There is a small bar in the middle of the room, curated from koa wood which glistens under the sunlight that illuminates the entire resort. There are two mammoth speakers on opposite sides of the room that blast today’s most hottest dance tracks, autotune and all. Right on the beach is a party with a DJ blasting said tunes from his setup in the center of the beach. Partygoers of all shapes and sizes dance and drink themselves silly as the bass pulsates, causing the sand to shift. A couple who just arrived to the resort make their way to beach, enthralled by the loud noises and smoke machines. The man is taller than the woman and he’s slender. He sports a blue Hawaiian button-up in line with the rest of the eventgoers, staff and guests. Unlike the dress code, the man wears long, wrinkled khaki slacks and loafers with no sock’s underneath like a 1980’s fashion statement. The woman holding his hand can be assumed is his girlfriend. She wears a green floral dress that hangs loosely down to kneecap level with open-toed shoes. Her hair is swept back, looping behind her ears which are adorned with piercings and jewelry.
The bottoms of their feet hits the sand as they sink slightly into the ground from the pressure. The man smiles as he bobs to his head to the EDM that’s pounding through the speakers and echoing into the sky. As they continue to take in their surroundings, they notice an odd sight amidst the environment: a large figure with a black robe walking towards them. Its face is obscured due to it being slightly leaned forward to shield its eyes from the sun. The figure has broad shoulders and based from what the couple can see, the figure is ripped. Thick, black lines of definition are visible. The figure has a vermilion shade to its skin. It appears to be wearing bright red swimming trunks or underwear with kneepads and boots with a leather appearance in texture, almost hoof-like in appearance. The figures get closer and closer, its pace quickened. The woman can’t help herself, “Love your costume!” The hooded figure is startled. “You look so familiar. Where have I seen you before?” An audible sigh is heard. “Heyyy, you’re Tim Curry from Legend!” The couple share a quick laugh together. “That’s not me” the figure ominously says. “Nahh babe, he’s Hellboy!” The couple share a laugh to acknowledge their agreement. “No” the figure simply states. “The devil from Pick of Destiny?”
“No, guess again” The figure says, only this time followed by a quick chuckle.
“Okay fine, you’re Donald Trump” asks the man, causing his girlfriend to look away in laughter.
“Not quite,” says the figure, removing the hood, “I’m The Devil.”
"That was going to be my next guess!" The couple share another laugh. “Cool costume, man.”
“Oh no, I’m not joking. I am The Devil!”
More laughs from the couple.
“Sure thing, man. Whatever you say. Let me buy you drink!” The Lord of Darkness appears to be coy and shy at the offer as the man turns his head towards to the resort and shouts, “Hey garson!”
The Devil tries to respectfully refuse the offer, but the couple are persistent. “What’ll you have? A Fireball?” Another laugh by the couple, The Devil can’t help himself but join in. “How about a Fallen Angel?” says the man, the woman immediately follows up, “Oh, oh, what about a round of Satan’s Whiskers?” More laughs are shared by the trio. Abaddon is speechless. “What’ll it be, man?”
The Devil ponders before answering with a tone of excitement in his voice, “Let’s do a fireball for now!” followed by a laugh. The waiter smiles before heading off to grab their drinks. Suddenly, the DJ, ironically named M4GM4 gets on the microphone, “This next song goes to the Lord of Darkness himself!” as The Devil’s Den by Skrillex drops causing those in the dancefloor to bounce when the bass drops. “Hey look, they’re talking about you!” says the woman. Balaam looks over at the stage to see all those souls dancing in his name, which causes an overwhelming sense of humility to take over him. “Let’s head back inside. I definitely want to know more about The Lord of Darkness!” says the man as the trio make their way inside.
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“So you were kicked out of Heaven by God because you questioned his authority?” asks the woman, leaning forward in her chair, entranced by the stories told from the perspective of the Fall Angel.
“Yeah! I mean, who does that? I was His first angel; I was by His sides at all times!”
“I don’t know, man but you – are a trip!”
Another group laughter followed by a swig of the fireball. “Why don’t two believe me when I say that I am Lucifer?”
“Man, it’s 2022! People can be whoever the hell they want to be. We don’t judge. Be you, man.” Says the boyfriend, “…..Amen to that!” retorts the woman, snorting before wheezing in laughter.
“You said your name was Michael, right?” Set asks, placing his gloved hands on the shoulders of the generous souls he’s spent most of his day with today. The man nods his head. The Lord of Darkness nods his head too. “And what is your name? I’m sure ‘The Devil’ isn’t your actual name, right?” the woman asks before he can a comment. “For sure. I have many names, and I have many forms but please call me Diabolos.” He answers ominously as a slight roar of thunder crackles above.
“Well, Diabolos, it was a pleasure meeting you, but I think Mary and myself are going to head back.” Says the man, rising from his chair. The girlfriend follows his lead.
“We hope you had a….hell of a good time with us today!”
The couple laughs again before taking their last sip of what remains of the fireball. “You two really don’t believe me, do you? You don’t really believe that I’m Satan?”
“No, we definitely believe you man!” Michael responds, Mary interjecting shortly after, “We believe in self-expression. We don’t judge here.” Diabolos realizes that it’s a moot point and finishes his shot of fireball. “The greatest trick The Devil ever played was convincing the world that he did not exist.” Diabolos says ominously. For the first time since their encounter, the couple is silent. They turn to look at each other before turning to face Moloch who remains seated. The couple suddenly burst out in laughter. For the first time since their first encounter, The Lord of Darkness joins in. “You’re definitely a character. See you around!” Just like that, the couple departs, leaving Diabolos alone to enjoy the rest of the party on his own. “Oh, for sure! Be seeing you!” he says in a jovial voice.
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Saturday, August 6, 2022
TOURISTS GO MISSING, AUTHORIES BAFFLED
A husband and wife couple appeared to have gone missing after they left a beachside resort in Volcano, Hawaii. Local authorities say that Michael and Mary McDonald were last seen at the Fire Mountain Resort around noon yesterday. The victims were not accounted for when surveillance footage was reviewed by authorities. Authorities are baffled. “People don’t just up and disappear” said police chief Peter Kahale, “But we are exhausting all possible avenues to find them.”
