Post by brimstone on Nov 5, 2013 16:58:21 GMT -5
(We fade in to see a old run down room of an old run down house. As you look around the room you see many photos of the school boy aged Brimstone and his mother. Many of “Chip” in his catholic school boy uniform with his very stern looking Mom beside him. The raggedy, dirty, old drapes that cover the windows do nothing to stop the light from the full moon to enter the room. The corner nearest the window still hides in the shadows, with light barely cutting the front of it. We see the legs of a rocking chair peeking there way into the light, we see them bobbing up and down as if someone is in the chair. We hear a female voice speak, but we are not quite sure where it comes from.)
Female Voice: “You’re mother knows what is best for you Chip. You don’t need to go out with a girl like that, she is a harlot. I know her family and I know girls like that, she has no morals or values. That floozy has been caught in more back seats than I can count. She probably has STDs, crabs, herpes, maybe even the aids. You don’t want to catch anything like that do you Chip? You don’t want your ding-a-ling to turn black and fall off do you? Oh you probably don’t care; you’re an awful little boy. Driven by your hormones all you can think about is sticking your little tally whacker any where that’s warm and gooey, you filthy, filthy little boy. Why do you do this to your mother Chip? Am I not good to you, am not kind to you, do I not give you everything you need and try to keep you in the Lords good graces? I’ll tell you why you do it Chip, because you’re an evil, wicked little shit.”
(We continue to move around the room and see the old metal frame that holds a beat up old box spring and mattress that saw its better days over ten years ago. It is covered with dingy linens that have not been white for many years now, and a quilted blanket that appears to have been a buffet for mice. We see a might stand beside the bed that is so rotten it can only be held together by termite shit and the wax from the melted candles on top of it. A glass sits on it with water that is dirtier than the floor. We continue to move around the room and finally we move to the other corner where we see Brimstone hunkered down. He is naked and squatted down; he rubs his shaved head and face with his hands and occasionally as he talks.)
Brimstone: I’m sorry Mother; I promise I’ll be a good boy. Please don’t put me back in the box. I didn’t mean to dishonor you, or hurt your feelings mother. You’re right you’re the only woman I need in my life.
Mother: Sure Chip, sure. You are just like your father, you don’t appreciate me. You probably want to beat me like your father did. That’s why he got locked in the box and was never let out. Well if you ever raise your hand to your mother, or if I ever catch you with your thingy near that girl you’re going in the box.
(Brimstone stands to his feet; the moonlight reveals many scars and burns over his naked body. He begins to pace back and forth nervously. The slapping of his face and head continue, and he bits his nails in between slaps.)
Brimstone: No Mommy, please I swear it won’t happen. You’re the only girl in my world mommy; you’re the only one I love. I’m not like Daddy was. I don’t drink the devils water like Daddy did. I’m so sorry mommy I’ll punish myself mommy…please mommy love me.
(Brimstone frantically goes to the dilapidated dresser in the room and quickly opens the top drawer where he removes a large studded belt. He shoves the drawer closed and quickly steps to the middle of the free space in the room and faces the rocking chair. “I’ll do anything for you Mommy, I love you.” Brimstone says as he whips the belt hard sending it wrapping around his thigh. He quickly pulls the belt back and we can see the huge welt on his leg instantly. Another swing of the belt this time to his back, and this time so hard that blood begins to trickle from the welt. The lashes continue until he can no longer stand. Brimstone collapses to his knees, and tears begin to wail up in his eyes.)
Brimstone: I’m so sorry Mommy, please forgive me.
Mother: I forgive you Chip.
(Brimstone falls to the floor and curls up in the fetal position sobbing. After a few moments Brimstone is able to get his tears under control and stop sobbing. He pushes him self up to a seated position and wipes the remaining tears from his eyes and exhales deeply to clear his nose of mucus.)
Brimstone: Mommy would it be ok if I went and played with my friend Fear?
(There is silence for a while, so long that it begins to grow awkward. “Mommy?” he finally says to break the silence, when her shrill voice answers back.)
Mother: Yes you can go play with your friend Chip, just remember Mother love you Chip.
Brimstone: I love you to Mommy.
(We fade out, and then fade back in to see Fear sitting on a large black throne that is adorned with spike and skulls. He sits in almost pitch black darkness with only a pale beam of light illuminating him. He is covered in a long black robe with a black hood that covers his head. To the right of the throne Brimstone sits cross legged on the floor slowly rocking back and forth. Fear moves a hand over slowly and places it on Brimstones head as he speaks with a voice so cold it sends chills up your spine.)
Fear: We the children of the night, we the nightmares that creep into your dreams while you sleep at night. We have come to show EOV what a true evolution of violence is. These children here think there tattoos, beards, and hardcore wrestling make them violent but that is not true violence. We devour mens souls, we cripple them mind, body, and spirit. You all think you know what violence is, but you truly have no idea, but you will soon learn. For we are here to rid the world of light, we are here to rid it of hope, kindness, joy, and everything else that you worms find enjoyable and holy. We are Darkness, we are Nightmares, we will cover the world in night, bring down your false God, and make you all see the dark.
At Chaos we make our presence known to the world, and what a fitting name, because that is exactly what we are brining with us…chaos. The world needs people like us, it misses people like us, it longs for people like us. The world does not need more people like Ian Lenton and Vincent Hale. More false idols, claiming to do the bidding of good, to be role models and what the world needs. The people have gone dossal following cookie cutters like them, left as dual zombies with there noses stuck in there smart phones, tablets, or video games. People have forgotten what life is, that have forgotten the true feeling of being alive. Well we are here to make them feel what it’s like to truly be alive again, and do we do that? By introducing a little chaos.
(A fly buzzes around the head of Brimstone and he snatches it out of mid air. He chuckles a bit as he pulls the wings off watching the fly suffer, and then tosses it in his mouth swallowing it.)
Brimstone: Mother said she once knew a British man by the name of Henry Baumgartner, she said he stayed at the bed and breakfast for two weeks straight, and ate at the restaurant every day. She said he told her being in our home was better than any hotel, and that her cooking was better than any fine restaurant. Said he was such a sweet heart and a smooth talker, that he’d bring a bottle of the finest wine to her every night. Then one night when she had to much wine he sweet talked his way into her bed room and had his way with her. Mother cried and cried the next morning, praying for salvation and forgiveness. That Englishman never returned to our bed and breakfast, never returned to the restaurant, never returned to our town, and never returned to his home in England again, but he was returned to the earth. Since that day I have hated English accents, English anything especially English men, but Mother told me that England no longer produced any real men. That all the real men that ever lived in England came over here when America was discovered and forged the frontier leaving England manless.
You think you are humors Ian? Well no Englishman has ever made me laugh, not Benny Hill, not Monty Python, and certainly not that Godless Ricky Gervais, but you are going to change that Ian, you are going to make me laugh. I am going to laugh at your pain and suffering all the while picturing you as Henry Baumgartner. The pain and suffering he caused Mother will be delivered back to you ten fold. I’ll use your Union Jack as the torch to light the fire I burn you alive with. Fear and I are going to cause a riot; we will hang your carcass on a pole and march it through the streets of London, all the way to her majesties royal castle. Then we are going to drag that bitch off her throne and have our way with her. ***In awful British accent*** I’ll be the bloody old King of England I will.
(Brimstone suddenly begins slapping himself in the head and face and roaring like a wild animal. The slapping stops but he breathes heavily and rapidly with a crazed look in his eyes. As he exhales his deep breaths saliva flies from his mouth.)
Brimstone: You may not be the Ian but you will be bloody, bloody and broken. I will tare flesh from bone, limbs from torso, I will drink your blood and feast on your soul. You will pay for what Henry did to Mother. WHY DID YOU DO IT IAN!?! WHY DID YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF MY BEAUTIFUL MOTHER!?! YOU POISIONED HER WITH YOUR DEVIL JUICE AND YOU DEFILED HER!
(Brimstone roars again and slaps his head and face, and then grabs his head clashing his hands behind his head and begins to rock back and forth.)
Brimstone: I’m sorry Mommy, I’m sorry the bad English man touched you. I will make it right I will obtain vengeance for you. His suffering will be great, his pain will be great, and he will beg me for forgiveness just as you begged God for forgiveness, but unlike you, for him there will be no forgiveness. Any one that defiles my mother will receive no mercy. Beg me to stop, cry your eyes out, beg the Lord for forgiveness, but I will not stop until your body is drained of its blood and your bones are ground to dust…for Mother.
(Brimstone stops rocking and drops his hands to his side. Calm seems to come over him. Fear chuckles and pats him on the head in approval.)
Fear: You seem to have upset the boy Ian, I wouldn’t want to be in you’re shoes at chaos. Actually I wouldn’t want to be in anyone elses shoes at all. For we are the all seeing, all knowing, all powerful This poor boys mother tried to teach him, but he never had a proper father figure around to really mold him and that is where I come in. But I do not plan on just being a father figure to him, but to the whole world. For far to long the earth has spit out squabbling little bitch boys who could never or would never grow into me, case and point Ian Lenton & Vincent Hale. Two so called men who are more worried about there beach muscles and hair, then knowing what being a man is really all about. How are you boys supposed to be violent when you’re afraid to get your hands dirty?
This world crumbles daily because we do not have enough men to hold it up, we only have egomaniacs like Ian Lenton and Vincent hale weighing it down. At chaos you two men have been chosen by whatever divine deity you choose to believe in, you have been chosen as a sacrifice to the Gods of Darkness, to the Lords of Chaos. You two poor unfortunate souls have been selected as the first, the first two men to feel the wrath of Fear and Brimstone. You boys of EOV, and I’m not just talking about you Lenton & Hale, but about everyone. You have built a palace here, but it is a palace built of falsehood, ego, and weakness. Now that the true Nightmare has come into town that palace will be pulled down on top of your heads, and after the dust has settled and the derby is cleared your bodies will be found broken and bloody under it. We will stand on top of the rubble with your sorry souls clinched tightly in our fist.
(Brimstone comes to his knees and whispers into Fears ear. Fear simply nods his head as Brimstone comes up to his feet.
Brimstone: Vincent Hale, Mother taught me about people like you. People who on the outside appear to have it all, to be the quote unquote good guy, the so called up standing citizen, the preachers son, the guy that all the girls fawn over. I know you Vincent Hale, I know your kind. When I was in school and all the kids picked on me I looked up to the kids like you, I wanted to be the kid like you. The good looks, star of the football team, the one who got all the girls, but instead I was picked on. Kids flicked boogers on me, called me a freak, girls wouldn’t even look at me, and when I would go home and cry to my Mother she would tell me the truth. That people like you only appear good on the outside but on the inside they are dark and ugly. She told me that the fame of being a high school football star will leave your body crippled in the future, that those bullies would be punished for there sins by the Lord, and that those girls would cause nothing but heart ache and disease.
You reap what you sew Vincent, and for years you have lived a lie. A lie that you are a nice guy, a good guy, that you are someone people can look up to and believe in. BUT WHAT YOU DO IN THE DARK SHALL BE BROUGHT TO THE LIGHT! You’re sins are known and you must be punished for them. That punishment will come a chaos; it will come at the hands of Fear and myself. Mother told me about people like you Vincent, but did your mother tell you about people like me? People who are hand picked by God to deliver punishment to wicked sinners like you. For to long you have gotten by in life by flashing that pretty smile, you have gotten away with injustices, but your looks and charm will not effect Fear and they will not effect me.
(Suddenly Brimstone begins to scream loudly. He covers his ears with both hands and begins to shake his head violently from side to side. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no” He says. He roars like an animal again and then goes calm and drops his hands to his side.)
Brimstone: Yes Mother he will be punished, I will do it I do not care to bloody my hands for what is good and what is right. You were right Mother, but then again you are always right. Vincent must pay, the Englishman must pay. Everyone in this wicked place must pay. I will grab them by there throats, squeeze and watch the life drain from there bodies and the souls leave there heart. Vincent and Ian will only be the first on a very long list of people who will be punished at the hands of Fear and me, a job I will take great pleasure in doing.
(Fear stands from his throne and places a hand on Brimstones shoulder. The hand seems to calm Brimstone instantly as he slowly sits back down beside the throne and slowly starts rocking back and forth once more.)
Fear: The wheels of the Devils chariot have been set to motion and will deliver to you all the true darkness, the true Nightmare. Lenton and Hale your bodies shall soon be drug behind that chariot, a spectacle for the entire world to see. Each of you in EOV need to pay special attention to this spectacle for you will soon be the bodies drug behind the chariot, you will soon be the spectacle. We will stop at nothing and no one is safe for our darkness will engulf EOV, it will engulf the entire world.
(Fear sits back on the throne and places his hand on Brimstones head once more.)
Fear: The greatest trick the Devil ever played was convincing the world he didn’t exist. I’m here to tell you that the devil does exist, and we are his henchman come to prepare the world for his return. It all begins at Chaos…chaos begins at chaos…and it begins with you Vincent Hale…and you Ian Lenton…prepare for hell.
(Fade Out.)
Female Voice: “You’re mother knows what is best for you Chip. You don’t need to go out with a girl like that, she is a harlot. I know her family and I know girls like that, she has no morals or values. That floozy has been caught in more back seats than I can count. She probably has STDs, crabs, herpes, maybe even the aids. You don’t want to catch anything like that do you Chip? You don’t want your ding-a-ling to turn black and fall off do you? Oh you probably don’t care; you’re an awful little boy. Driven by your hormones all you can think about is sticking your little tally whacker any where that’s warm and gooey, you filthy, filthy little boy. Why do you do this to your mother Chip? Am I not good to you, am not kind to you, do I not give you everything you need and try to keep you in the Lords good graces? I’ll tell you why you do it Chip, because you’re an evil, wicked little shit.”
(We continue to move around the room and see the old metal frame that holds a beat up old box spring and mattress that saw its better days over ten years ago. It is covered with dingy linens that have not been white for many years now, and a quilted blanket that appears to have been a buffet for mice. We see a might stand beside the bed that is so rotten it can only be held together by termite shit and the wax from the melted candles on top of it. A glass sits on it with water that is dirtier than the floor. We continue to move around the room and finally we move to the other corner where we see Brimstone hunkered down. He is naked and squatted down; he rubs his shaved head and face with his hands and occasionally as he talks.)
Brimstone: I’m sorry Mother; I promise I’ll be a good boy. Please don’t put me back in the box. I didn’t mean to dishonor you, or hurt your feelings mother. You’re right you’re the only woman I need in my life.
Mother: Sure Chip, sure. You are just like your father, you don’t appreciate me. You probably want to beat me like your father did. That’s why he got locked in the box and was never let out. Well if you ever raise your hand to your mother, or if I ever catch you with your thingy near that girl you’re going in the box.
(Brimstone stands to his feet; the moonlight reveals many scars and burns over his naked body. He begins to pace back and forth nervously. The slapping of his face and head continue, and he bits his nails in between slaps.)
Brimstone: No Mommy, please I swear it won’t happen. You’re the only girl in my world mommy; you’re the only one I love. I’m not like Daddy was. I don’t drink the devils water like Daddy did. I’m so sorry mommy I’ll punish myself mommy…please mommy love me.
(Brimstone frantically goes to the dilapidated dresser in the room and quickly opens the top drawer where he removes a large studded belt. He shoves the drawer closed and quickly steps to the middle of the free space in the room and faces the rocking chair. “I’ll do anything for you Mommy, I love you.” Brimstone says as he whips the belt hard sending it wrapping around his thigh. He quickly pulls the belt back and we can see the huge welt on his leg instantly. Another swing of the belt this time to his back, and this time so hard that blood begins to trickle from the welt. The lashes continue until he can no longer stand. Brimstone collapses to his knees, and tears begin to wail up in his eyes.)
Brimstone: I’m so sorry Mommy, please forgive me.
Mother: I forgive you Chip.
(Brimstone falls to the floor and curls up in the fetal position sobbing. After a few moments Brimstone is able to get his tears under control and stop sobbing. He pushes him self up to a seated position and wipes the remaining tears from his eyes and exhales deeply to clear his nose of mucus.)
Brimstone: Mommy would it be ok if I went and played with my friend Fear?
(There is silence for a while, so long that it begins to grow awkward. “Mommy?” he finally says to break the silence, when her shrill voice answers back.)
Mother: Yes you can go play with your friend Chip, just remember Mother love you Chip.
Brimstone: I love you to Mommy.
(We fade out, and then fade back in to see Fear sitting on a large black throne that is adorned with spike and skulls. He sits in almost pitch black darkness with only a pale beam of light illuminating him. He is covered in a long black robe with a black hood that covers his head. To the right of the throne Brimstone sits cross legged on the floor slowly rocking back and forth. Fear moves a hand over slowly and places it on Brimstones head as he speaks with a voice so cold it sends chills up your spine.)
Fear: We the children of the night, we the nightmares that creep into your dreams while you sleep at night. We have come to show EOV what a true evolution of violence is. These children here think there tattoos, beards, and hardcore wrestling make them violent but that is not true violence. We devour mens souls, we cripple them mind, body, and spirit. You all think you know what violence is, but you truly have no idea, but you will soon learn. For we are here to rid the world of light, we are here to rid it of hope, kindness, joy, and everything else that you worms find enjoyable and holy. We are Darkness, we are Nightmares, we will cover the world in night, bring down your false God, and make you all see the dark.
At Chaos we make our presence known to the world, and what a fitting name, because that is exactly what we are brining with us…chaos. The world needs people like us, it misses people like us, it longs for people like us. The world does not need more people like Ian Lenton and Vincent Hale. More false idols, claiming to do the bidding of good, to be role models and what the world needs. The people have gone dossal following cookie cutters like them, left as dual zombies with there noses stuck in there smart phones, tablets, or video games. People have forgotten what life is, that have forgotten the true feeling of being alive. Well we are here to make them feel what it’s like to truly be alive again, and do we do that? By introducing a little chaos.
(A fly buzzes around the head of Brimstone and he snatches it out of mid air. He chuckles a bit as he pulls the wings off watching the fly suffer, and then tosses it in his mouth swallowing it.)
Brimstone: Mother said she once knew a British man by the name of Henry Baumgartner, she said he stayed at the bed and breakfast for two weeks straight, and ate at the restaurant every day. She said he told her being in our home was better than any hotel, and that her cooking was better than any fine restaurant. Said he was such a sweet heart and a smooth talker, that he’d bring a bottle of the finest wine to her every night. Then one night when she had to much wine he sweet talked his way into her bed room and had his way with her. Mother cried and cried the next morning, praying for salvation and forgiveness. That Englishman never returned to our bed and breakfast, never returned to the restaurant, never returned to our town, and never returned to his home in England again, but he was returned to the earth. Since that day I have hated English accents, English anything especially English men, but Mother told me that England no longer produced any real men. That all the real men that ever lived in England came over here when America was discovered and forged the frontier leaving England manless.
You think you are humors Ian? Well no Englishman has ever made me laugh, not Benny Hill, not Monty Python, and certainly not that Godless Ricky Gervais, but you are going to change that Ian, you are going to make me laugh. I am going to laugh at your pain and suffering all the while picturing you as Henry Baumgartner. The pain and suffering he caused Mother will be delivered back to you ten fold. I’ll use your Union Jack as the torch to light the fire I burn you alive with. Fear and I are going to cause a riot; we will hang your carcass on a pole and march it through the streets of London, all the way to her majesties royal castle. Then we are going to drag that bitch off her throne and have our way with her. ***In awful British accent*** I’ll be the bloody old King of England I will.
(Brimstone suddenly begins slapping himself in the head and face and roaring like a wild animal. The slapping stops but he breathes heavily and rapidly with a crazed look in his eyes. As he exhales his deep breaths saliva flies from his mouth.)
Brimstone: You may not be the Ian but you will be bloody, bloody and broken. I will tare flesh from bone, limbs from torso, I will drink your blood and feast on your soul. You will pay for what Henry did to Mother. WHY DID YOU DO IT IAN!?! WHY DID YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF MY BEAUTIFUL MOTHER!?! YOU POISIONED HER WITH YOUR DEVIL JUICE AND YOU DEFILED HER!
(Brimstone roars again and slaps his head and face, and then grabs his head clashing his hands behind his head and begins to rock back and forth.)
Brimstone: I’m sorry Mommy, I’m sorry the bad English man touched you. I will make it right I will obtain vengeance for you. His suffering will be great, his pain will be great, and he will beg me for forgiveness just as you begged God for forgiveness, but unlike you, for him there will be no forgiveness. Any one that defiles my mother will receive no mercy. Beg me to stop, cry your eyes out, beg the Lord for forgiveness, but I will not stop until your body is drained of its blood and your bones are ground to dust…for Mother.
(Brimstone stops rocking and drops his hands to his side. Calm seems to come over him. Fear chuckles and pats him on the head in approval.)
Fear: You seem to have upset the boy Ian, I wouldn’t want to be in you’re shoes at chaos. Actually I wouldn’t want to be in anyone elses shoes at all. For we are the all seeing, all knowing, all powerful This poor boys mother tried to teach him, but he never had a proper father figure around to really mold him and that is where I come in. But I do not plan on just being a father figure to him, but to the whole world. For far to long the earth has spit out squabbling little bitch boys who could never or would never grow into me, case and point Ian Lenton & Vincent Hale. Two so called men who are more worried about there beach muscles and hair, then knowing what being a man is really all about. How are you boys supposed to be violent when you’re afraid to get your hands dirty?
This world crumbles daily because we do not have enough men to hold it up, we only have egomaniacs like Ian Lenton and Vincent hale weighing it down. At chaos you two men have been chosen by whatever divine deity you choose to believe in, you have been chosen as a sacrifice to the Gods of Darkness, to the Lords of Chaos. You two poor unfortunate souls have been selected as the first, the first two men to feel the wrath of Fear and Brimstone. You boys of EOV, and I’m not just talking about you Lenton & Hale, but about everyone. You have built a palace here, but it is a palace built of falsehood, ego, and weakness. Now that the true Nightmare has come into town that palace will be pulled down on top of your heads, and after the dust has settled and the derby is cleared your bodies will be found broken and bloody under it. We will stand on top of the rubble with your sorry souls clinched tightly in our fist.
(Brimstone comes to his knees and whispers into Fears ear. Fear simply nods his head as Brimstone comes up to his feet.
Brimstone: Vincent Hale, Mother taught me about people like you. People who on the outside appear to have it all, to be the quote unquote good guy, the so called up standing citizen, the preachers son, the guy that all the girls fawn over. I know you Vincent Hale, I know your kind. When I was in school and all the kids picked on me I looked up to the kids like you, I wanted to be the kid like you. The good looks, star of the football team, the one who got all the girls, but instead I was picked on. Kids flicked boogers on me, called me a freak, girls wouldn’t even look at me, and when I would go home and cry to my Mother she would tell me the truth. That people like you only appear good on the outside but on the inside they are dark and ugly. She told me that the fame of being a high school football star will leave your body crippled in the future, that those bullies would be punished for there sins by the Lord, and that those girls would cause nothing but heart ache and disease.
You reap what you sew Vincent, and for years you have lived a lie. A lie that you are a nice guy, a good guy, that you are someone people can look up to and believe in. BUT WHAT YOU DO IN THE DARK SHALL BE BROUGHT TO THE LIGHT! You’re sins are known and you must be punished for them. That punishment will come a chaos; it will come at the hands of Fear and myself. Mother told me about people like you Vincent, but did your mother tell you about people like me? People who are hand picked by God to deliver punishment to wicked sinners like you. For to long you have gotten by in life by flashing that pretty smile, you have gotten away with injustices, but your looks and charm will not effect Fear and they will not effect me.
(Suddenly Brimstone begins to scream loudly. He covers his ears with both hands and begins to shake his head violently from side to side. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no” He says. He roars like an animal again and then goes calm and drops his hands to his side.)
Brimstone: Yes Mother he will be punished, I will do it I do not care to bloody my hands for what is good and what is right. You were right Mother, but then again you are always right. Vincent must pay, the Englishman must pay. Everyone in this wicked place must pay. I will grab them by there throats, squeeze and watch the life drain from there bodies and the souls leave there heart. Vincent and Ian will only be the first on a very long list of people who will be punished at the hands of Fear and me, a job I will take great pleasure in doing.
(Fear stands from his throne and places a hand on Brimstones shoulder. The hand seems to calm Brimstone instantly as he slowly sits back down beside the throne and slowly starts rocking back and forth once more.)
Fear: The wheels of the Devils chariot have been set to motion and will deliver to you all the true darkness, the true Nightmare. Lenton and Hale your bodies shall soon be drug behind that chariot, a spectacle for the entire world to see. Each of you in EOV need to pay special attention to this spectacle for you will soon be the bodies drug behind the chariot, you will soon be the spectacle. We will stop at nothing and no one is safe for our darkness will engulf EOV, it will engulf the entire world.
(Fear sits back on the throne and places his hand on Brimstones head once more.)
Fear: The greatest trick the Devil ever played was convincing the world he didn’t exist. I’m here to tell you that the devil does exist, and we are his henchman come to prepare the world for his return. It all begins at Chaos…chaos begins at chaos…and it begins with you Vincent Hale…and you Ian Lenton…prepare for hell.
(Fade Out.)
