The sound of plastic is heard as the Dark Angel walks through the darkness. He is barely visible in the darkness as he makes his way through the plastic. Eventually, he crosses a window and the lightning from the rain storm reveals the bags to be body bags that are bound by rope. They hang from the rafters in countless numbers as they swing back and forth to an eerie metal sound. Off in the distance the music can be heard as “ we dont die “ by Twizted. The dark Angel continues his journey through the dark room pushing body bags out of his way to see.
Vampiro: The butchery of my meat hooks sharpened to penetrate, emasculate gouging crotches, I will feast. Hung upside down, holes punctured through half chewed gristle. What debauchery with dead bodies, turning green upheaval of human entrails. The slow deterioration of grated genitals dangling from these hooks amuses me. Obscene feelings deep inside me dislocating, separating a blood drenched body. Begin the anal grounting, awaiting insertion, to rip out the intestine. The bodily destruction, the vulgar molestation brings blood to my eyes as I cry sweet tears of enjoyment. This treachery never ending, soul ripping lifeless bodies not, petrified clogged veins. The pressure is building, scabbing clotted sores dehydrate. Oh the dismal dimensions of my being, I explore my thoughts through murder and devoting my life to mutilation. The screams of blood saturate, grubs feed on dilapidated stumps, the darkness overshadowing my killing. The eyes now dialate as the bodies begin to disintegrate. The razor sharp hooks implanted in the rectum. The splitting of bodies, and spilling of guts on the ground. Can you feel the sodomizing of these living beings with my utensils? The stabbing on their life stripping them of all their skin? It may be disgusting to the world, yet what beauty it brings to my eyes. So invigorating while I kill, intoxicating, invoking such sweet suffering on human beings. Grinding orifices is my only therapy. This lustful sculpting gore and muscle tissue is reshaping these mounds of flesh and deformation. The skulls of my victims stacked like trophies.
He comes across a steel door at the other end of the room. It seems to be bolted shut and the lightning crashes outside to reveal the sign “ Corrosive Medical Material. “ Vampiro slides the huge lock across and turns the wheel lock. He shoves open the door as dust flies everywhere. He pauses for a moment, staring off into the darkness, cracks his neck and steps inside. A voice rings out to the Dark Angel from the shadows.
Shadow : Faster than a bullet and more terrifying than a scream. Hell enraged and full of anger. He's half man and half machine. He is the Dark Angel the Dark Lord Of Pain. He comes to see me now when his thirst is not quenched. What say you now Vamp? What is your question..what is your quest?
Vampiro takes a few steps toward the shadow that speaks to him before replying. His eyes glow in the light of the lightening bashing through the window panes behind him.
Vampiro: A riddle..oh dark lord! A riddle that must be answered without haste.
The shadow laughs wickedly
Shadow: Planets devastated and mankind is on its knees. A saviour comes from out the skies of hell in answer to their pleas! Ask now Dark Angel! What be this riddle of yours?
Vampiro replies...
Vampiro: Labeled a creation of evil, ridiculed for their shocking appearance. Sharing both pleasure and pain two minds, two hearts, one soul separating mentally an illusion of privacy. Displayed as a nightmare and criticised through words and eyes. As they stare to the normal it seems grotesque, they are connected by a bond of mutilated flesh.
Vampiro pauses for a moment.
Shadow: Is that all?
Vampiro continues..
Vampiro: Together they absorb each other's lives as one. They will live and they will die as the creation of a living hell has begun! What be this mutation..what be this demonic incantation?
The shadow turns away from the Dark Angel and looks down at a slab. It runs its boney fingers across the bloody utensils and then on to the butchered carcass.
Shadow: The answer you seek, you already know. It is the fate of you and your brother and the story that will unfold. The real question is if you can handle the chaos that it brings, as the grim reaper rides it’s hellish bird while spreading it’s deadly wings.
Vampiro laughs wickedly as he endures these words that he knew he would hear. He turns and looks back out in the room from which he came. The room that bodies hang!
Vampiro: Trying to conceal my murders this maniac stabs the heart, he stops the flow. Cleaning up the blood's a problem he now solves with hooks through heels as the bodies are hung and bled. Corpses are suspended by their feet, swaying dripping bloody pieces of meat. They are fastened to the ceiling and leaking gore, splashing down to the cold hard floor. Congealing fluids fester the stench, such revolting septic gruel. This putrid slop only makes me drool. As corpses dangle lifeless, they are gray and cold. The rotting of flesh on the meat hooks as they lose their hold. The stenching bodies falls onto the ground, bones and flesh form a mutilated mound. This sanguinary killer will not stop. He will hang the dead replacing those that drop. The blood he drinks like wine is their flesh. Oozing blood are the butcher's victims. They soak the concrete. These halls of dread are draped with death. Such ornate crimes are these stalactites made of flesh. He has a hungry soul. A genuine living hell is ceated by the butcher that has lost all control. Constantly feeding the gluttonous room, he once ruled the chamber…now it's his own bloody tomb. Hung by their feet and drained of blood, swallowed by death and the greed of this place these bodies decay. The are devoured by evil. Such a slave to this hell, he creates the undying..he will sacrifice another that has been lying.
The shadow hisses at Vampiro…
Shadow: Know your place Vampiro! This is sick world! This is your throne! These are the grounds of a Dark Angel! And you shall crush christian into the depths of hell!
Vampiro turns back around and faces the shadow…
Vampiro : Do not speak of what I can and cannot do! I am the Dark Angel you disgusting pest! I am he who will rise above the rest. I am he who will feast on his bloody flesh. Christian will not survive this encounter from hell. Christian will never understand what hit him or from which direction it came. He will die before me as his career is crushed in my very grasp. His blood will drain as he realizes he won’t be missed and his story has been forgotten.
Shadow: Christian's a fool!He thinks he can beat you!
Vampiro : No…it is christian that expects to crush me..no one else. He fears what has become of himself…his time has passed. He is bound by management to put newcomers over. He no longer has the talent that he once was praised for. Like this new nightmare that amuses me..Christian, he will fall..and fall hard he shall. I’ve waited for the night of revenge..the night of bloodthirsty payback and suffering. The very night that Christian will realize his fate at my hands and begin his descent down the Stairway to Hell where he belongs. He belongs in the past. He my still consider himself one of the best, but those with such egos always do. They all threaten those that challenge them with their past, for they have no future!
The shadow turns around and looks Vampiro in the eye. A wicked grin begins to appear beneath the shadowy veil.
Shadow : My how you have evolved. Long have I waited for the night that the great Dark Angel enslaves the devil himself in his grasp. The time is growing near, but it is not Christian nor Anybody else that you fear. It is your brother that haunts you! It is your brother’s curse that holds you in it’s grasp. This new EVIL EMPIRE has grown quite powerful upon creation. Much like yourself..and your brother.
Vampiro looks up at the shadowy figure..
Vampiro: Ah….yes…..my brother. When the blood flows on the floor and the smoke clears..it is he that continues to stand there gazing at me. One day he will come for his revenge..and on that day..I shall crush his fucking soul with one punch. He shall suffer for his crimes and he shall perish before me as I lick his blood from my fists. Ahhhhhh..somethings feel so right!
The shadow turns back to the rotten mutilated corpse on the slab.
Shadow : We shall see Dark Angel…we shall see!