He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle – SS.

Scene setting : Pride Kingdom

co-written with Temp.

 

Temp:  Astaroth appeared sitting upon his throne, seemingly out of nowhere. He had just returned from the battle between the armies of Greed and Wrath. There was a great deal of disturbing occurrences during the battle, all of which were now being analyzed in his mind. Gabriel had somehow managed to get a variety of unique followers within an extremely short amount of time, for seemingly no logical reason. Both the armies of Greed and Wrath were stricken with mass casualties. Mammon, the Prince of Greed himself, fell in battle. Astaroth would likely have joined him if Lucifer himself hadn’t stepped in. This meant that he owed him, which wasn’t something he was happy about. Better to owe a favor than to die though, right? Normally retreating would have shaken someone like him down to the core, rattling his pride heavily at it’s core. However, he had made it clear to himself that there was simply no other choice. It still stung a tad, having to retreat, but there was no winning that fight. A one on one fight with Gabriel, now that would have been different…right? He had taken a lot of damage during the fight in his demonic form. Perhaps joining the fight in that form immediately was the wrong move. Next time he would fight in his normal form, or perhaps learn a condensed version of that form. There was a clear advantage in having multiple forms, as it put him into a position of having different phases of damage, vitality, stamina, etc. His pride in himself was not arrogance, it was something that was a fact. He refused to accept himself, or anything in his army that he couldn’t be proud of. It seemed his current capabilities weren’t sufficient enough, which meant he would have to continue training.

His wounds, along with the clothing that he wore, began to heal and return to normal while he sat on his throne. Healing his wounds wouldn’t take very long, but recovering from his transformation would. He was well aware that he would not be in fighting form for several days, but he refused to sit and fester. “Send me a General, immediately!” His words were loud and piercing, and would surely attract the attention of his servants. Eventually his order was obeyed, and a servant presented his lord with one of his many Generals. “Bolster the defenses, hire more spies…saboteurs…assassins…everything…I want scouts patrolling every hour…any spies in the dungeons and caught from here on out are to be executed…no more questioning. Kill any and all that are suspicious. Make me proud.” The General knew better than to question his lord and master, and bowed his head in total agreement. Astaroth knew damn well that the army of Pride was by far the most highly trained and powerful, as he would not accept anything less. Still, there was always room for improvement and more willing and able souls. There was no telling what awaited him in the future, so for now he would prepare and recover…and after…he would do anything necessary to become stronger. He now had a mission, a purpose. Kill Gabriel and all her followers.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

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The Ambassador decided his next port of call on his mission to tour the Seven kingdoms of Hell would be none other than that of the Castle Pride. Already well aware of the fact that it was Lucifer that dealt the hand of fate to save Astaroth from Gabriel’s blade, the Ambassador was sure that the Prince of Pride would be wounded…both morally and physically. Of course he could heal himself, over time but no doubt he would seek vengeance against Gabriel and her supporters. The interesting thing was, the Ambassador served HELL, not any individual kingdom. He ensured that there was a balance in that those that needed to know the current state of affairs of each other’s kingdoms were told. What was interesting was the shift in the balance, from the Seven Princes to now….five with two Princesses taking the place of Belial and Mammon.

Ah yes Mammon. The Prince of Greed who uncharacteristically rode into the Castle Wrath as though his tail was on fire, and died tragically….and all too soon. Felled…by a woman…and betrayed by a woman. There was a connection between the rise of the two Princesses and one that the Prince of Pride was sure to need to know.

Having already paid a visit to the court of Envy and seeing for himself how women again were clamoring at the feet of the current Prince, Leviathan, the Ambassador was almost certain that there may well be….another change in power. Jealousy was a powerful Master. If one woman was scorned, because Leviathan chose to lay with the other that adored…who knows what she could do. All this was of course speculation….for now.

The black carriage arrived at the main gates of the Castle of Pride and a footman jumped off the back of the carriage and strode up towards the guards on duty. He would hand over the seal of the Vicomte de Valmont as an address for a meeting with his royal Highness the Prince of Pride. If the guards allowed the carriage passage inside, it would roll on through to the inner court yard, where Valmont would alight and await to be escorted up to the main hall.

 

~RB~

 

Temp:  Astaroth had been doing nothing but resting in his Throne since he arrived in his Kingdom. His transformation had taken it’s tole on his body, and his mind was in a bit of a strange place. He would fix his position in his throne as he was informed by a guard of the Ambassador’s arrival. What the man was doing here he did not know, as Astaroth had already known about Gabriel for a while now. Still, it was worth checking out…just in case.

The guards at the gates would escort the Ambassador all the way to the castle, as well as bring him inside. The Ambassador was brought into the Throne room, which was actually rather occupied at the moment. Astaroth’s most powerful and highly trained warriors filled the room, they were his Royal Guard. He looked down at the Ambassador with an annoyed look, but not due to any hatred he had for the man. He was simply not in a good mood was all. “Valmont…I trust you have a good reason for being here.” He was not in the mood for company, but he would put up with this meeting…for now.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Surrounded by the Royal guard and many other warriors of note, the Ambassador of Hell bowed before the Prince of Pride, who had a rather annoyed look upon his face. One was to expect that Astaroth would be in a bad mood after the failure at Wrath and who could blame him. Valmont certainly couldn’t. One thing that the Ambassador noted was that unlike the Prince of Envy who was surrounded by women and one very over protective guard, was that this was a court made up mostly of men. In truth, this was how Valmont liked it. Yes, he was the Demon of Seduction and perversion but he knew that when against women, you could never ever really trust them. Like what was happening in Hell at the moment. Did Belial have any inkling that his own love would behead him? Word was that she killed her son too. That meant she wanted no competition. She was true to her nature, and that is what made her all the more dangerous.

“Valmont…I trust you have a good reason for being here.”

“Indeed I have, my Lord Pride.” Valmont was curt in his response, knowing full well that the Prince would not favour any dilly dallying on his part. So, he got right to the point of his visit.

“As you know, the balance of power from men in the seats of thrones is changing. Gabriel being the first. And you are most likely aware, that Mammon acted…out of character at the battle of Wrath castle.” The Ambassador said, turning his head to look up at the Prince with a serious expression. “Mammon had been betrayed, my Lord Pride. His own Lady of Ambition tricked him into wearing Beserker. The armor was the reason that Mammon….fell so prematurely.”

Now, the Prince of Pride would have known that Mammon acted almost insane in his attack on Gabriel. Without care for his own life. Odd…really.

“So, now there is a woman as head of Greed. But…that is not the end of it.”

This is where the intelligence of the Ambassador would come in truly useful. “I have just been to see Leviathan – the Prince of Envy, and turns out he has a little female problem of his own. Two women are vying for his affection, another too sick to compete….BUT….after the fall of Belial and Mammon to women…it’s a matter of time before Leviathan does as well.”

“Leviathan still wishes Gabriel’s favors and is a staunch supporter. As for Baal, well….I dare say he is licking his stump. Having lost his arm to Mammon. The same Prince he betrayed for Gabriel.”

There was a pattern emerging, if the Prince of Pride chose to see it. The Ambassador went into the final act of his intel collection.

“Of the five remaining princes, two are aligned with Wrath….and Gabriel may think highly of Lady Lydia for her wicked plot against Mammon. That would be three against you….my Lord. Sloth is silent for now….but then there is Lust….”

His voice trailed off at the mention of the other Princes…as he was sure that all this was sinking in. “It’s no doubt that each have aspirations for greatness. Question is….who do you trust?”

~RB~

 

Temp:  Astaroth sat rather calmly in his throne, though if one was to pay close enough attention they would see the anger on his face growing. It hit an all time high when it was revealed that Mammon had been betrayed…by yet another woman. His teeth grinded together as he thought back on the battle. Mammon did have on an unusual set of armor…and his actions…they were psychotic indeed. There was no reason to doubt Valmont in this regard, as he was one to witness it. The mention of Leviathan was one that angered him as well, due to his alliance with Gabriel. It seemed he was also surrounded by women. Female ambition was at an all time high apparently, but such a thing was absent in the kingdom of Pride. Finding a suitable female was no easy task for Astaroth. It seemed that was probably a damn good thing. “Women…dangerous creatures…” There were none in his Kingdom that were close to him, but they were still present. He had no reason to fear these females, but if any of them were important to him…this would be a time where his guard would rise. Thankfully, the female issue would be one he wouldn’t be involved in. Now there were two Princesses and even more alliances would likely surface. Lucifer himself had saved Astaroth, surely there was some bigger reason for this. In terms of allies, Astaroth really didn’t have any. “Who do I trust? Nobody but myself.” None of his guards made a single comment or even moved an inch at his words. It really wasn’t something that was hidden after all. “From what I can see…the only choice I have is to ally with other kingdoms…or hire an outside force.” This shit was really getting on his nerves, and it was beginning to show. His anger was rising by the minute, while his body continued to heal. When he was back at full strength…he would have to do everything necessary to increase his power.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Everything was going just as Valmont anticipated. The news was causing the Prince of Pride to grind his teeth menacingly, and he was in agreeance that it was the women of hell that were doing all the damage to the status-quo. “Women…dangerous creatures…”The Prince of Pride uttered, and to this, Valmont simply nodded. Yes, it was sinking in and all truth. Valmont had no reason to lie, for the truth was far more devious. As for who Astaroth trusted, he trusted no body but himself. You couldn’t really blame him for that.

“Well understood, my Lord Pride.”

The race for alliances was on. No doubt Leviathan and Gabriel were both on the move. Lady Lydia had yet to make her move officially, but that would come in good time. Valmont was sure of it.

“From what I can see…the only choice I have is to ally with other kingdoms…or hire an outside force.”

Now here was something interesting. Ally with other kingdoms outside of hell…trust the other remaining princes….or hire an outside force.

“Why hire one….when you can buy one.” The Ambassador said, before pulling out a card from his jacket and then offering it to a guard to give to the Prince. If he read it, it would be a card for none other than Hell’s Kitchen – The laboratory.

“Word has it that the good Doctor is making…an army of super soldiers. His assistant, the hunchback Igor was down at the battlefield gathering bodies of the dead from the war of Wrath. Harvesting them….for the purpose of reanimation and perfecting them. It’s one way of getting a leg up on the other kingdoms if you….have the primary contract for the first battalion.”

The Ambassador waited to see what the Prince of Pride thought of this.

~RB~

Why?

 

I can’t understand

nor comprehend

the horrors on the TV

the sadness, the grief.

Why?

Innocents

Children

Dead

Why?

Lives cut short

A generation lost

It’s so unfair

Yet there are no answers

Can you tell me why?

This is a time of joy

Of peace and good will to all

yet here we sit

watching madness take hold

Why?

 

 

“IT’S ALIVE!” – SS.

Scene setting : Hell’s Kitchen.

co-written with Moo & Temp

 

Moo:  The door to the room burst open at the point of which Igor had just left. Who really knew if the poor fellow would be able to obtain the lightning as quickly as the Doctor wanted. But Narcissa was there for that! “Did I hear lightning?” she asked. Her arm lifted, holding a severed hand, and proceeded to knock on one of the massive bolts protruding from her head. “I can help, Doctor!”
Always the eager one, Narcissa made her way to the pair. “Hi, Roxy!” she greeted with a small wave of the severed hand. Her smile seemed permanent on her face at this point, the lower half of her face completely grayed in comparison to the upper half. Her skin was sewn together with different bodies, calling for different tints of blue, green, and peaches. “Oh!” The severed hand was tossed back without much attention, and a crash could be heard as it landed on some tools. A tilt of the head and she was chuckling to herself.
“I can create the lightning for you, Doctor.” One more attempt to position herself in the shop. She loved company, and who better than her own creator and his friend.

 

Temp:  There were all sorts of noises bouncing around the Laboratory, most of which would make an average person cringe. However, the individuals within the Lab were anything but average. Roxanne had immediately taken a liking to the sounds within the building ever since her resurrection. Now another creature would be brought to life, but this one was much different from her. The giant being that she was watching being put back together was a soldier, a weapon. Roxanne was a living breathing and ever growing individual. She was alive. The giant was a marvel of scientific knowledge, but it’s purpose was very much a singular one. There was no doubt in her mind that she was unique from this creature, and as such felt no jealous or negativity for it. Though, she did feel a bit bad for Igor. The poor guy was gonna have to get a little crispy in order to bring this creation of Wilhelm’s to life. She waved at him as he walked away, heading up to the tower with his kite. It was kind of cute…in a weird way. Roxanne then turned and looked at Narcissa, greeting her with a sweet smile and a wave from both her hands. “Narnar! Darlin’!” She blew some kisses her way as Narcissa approached, clearly happy to see her. Though, her thoughts were suddenly rattled as the Doctor placed his hands upon her face, making her blush heavily. This kind of attention wasn’t entirely unusual, but it was still something that she didn’t know how to properly react towards. Her hands were placed on top of the Doctors, giving him a very excited nod and look. “Yes…Wilhelm…I’m so glad to be able to experience this with you.” Her mind was on autopilot as far as words and actions were concerned, so hopefully she hadn’t crossed any lines or made the situation awkward for Narcissa.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Wilhelm lowered his hands, with Roxanne already holding them. For a moment he forgot himself, and then pulled back as Narcissa burst into the room. Eager as to be a part of the experiment. Yes, why didn’t the Doctor think of it before. Electricity was her gig. Not to mention Igor made a lousy conductor. And he smelt odd after a charring. While Roxanne and Narsissa exchanged greetings, the Doctor moved over to the large pull handle, that would lift the slab up to the highest point of the chop shop and allow him to set up the electrodes to the giant to ensure that all harnessed lightning filtered through to his latest creation.

“Narcissa….go up to the tower and assist Igor. Roxanne…get on the platform. We are lifting off.”

Once Roxanne had joined the good doctor the slab would start to raise up off the floor and ascend towards the ceiling, where a large double pair of doors would swing open and from there they could see the night sky, in all its glory. The Doctor had a pair of welding goggles on his head and he lowered them over his eyes, to protect him from the blaze of light that was sure to engulf his creation.

Up on the stair well, Igor was trudging along slowly. Muttering to himself about how much he hated this part of the operation. It didn’t just hurt to be struck by lightning, his hair often permed from the after shocks and it took him weeks to get that frizz out.

Little did he know that Narcissa was going to be helping him….sort of.

Already the sky was filled with blackened clouds. The onset of lightning from a far was now getting closer, as the long rumbles of thunder heralded its imminent arrival.

~RB~

 

Moo:  “Aye-aye, captain!” Narcissa said with a salute. Seemingly already charged with energy, she would rush out of the room as quickly as she crashed in. The frankensteinian would rush up the stairs, seeing Igor in a matter of moments. “Igore!” she greeted. The hunchback seemed surprised by her presence. One might have thought he would be relieved to see her, but it was quite the opposite.
“Let’s go help the Doctor!” she exclaimed, grabbing the poor man’s hand. She rushed up, practically dragging the fellow along until she reached the top of the tower. The storm could be heard from inside, echoing down the stone walls and steps. Thunder sounded in the distance and Narcissa found herself smiling wider than before. “Perfect timing,” she chanted to herself.

Upon centering herself on the tower, she took Igor’s hand. He looked regretfully to the female monster, barely attempting a smile. “Cheer up, Igor!” she told him. “We get to help Doctor!” A remorseful look would cross his face before lightning struck moments later.
The shrieks echoed over a portion of the city, accompanied by enthusiastic feminine giggles.

 

Temp:  Roxanne nodded at the Doctor upon receiving the order to join him on the platform. It seemed that the time had come, thanks to Narcissa. She hopped up and onto the platform and stood next to the Doctor, looking up in anticipation. They were all mere moments away from all contributing to the creation of a magnificent creature. The earlier ‘incident’ with Wilhelm was something now in the back of her mind. She was just so excited for this experiment to finally be completed.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Ever enjoyed fourth of July? Well, Igor and Narcissa were lighting up the sky more so than any fireworks display imaginable. The blast of blue electricity fed down from the pair into the conductors and receivers with massive cracks and jolts as the electricity then headed down the next cable and right into the electrodes that were lined all over the creation’s body. With the goggles on, and Roxanne by his side, the Doctor raised his arms up to the sky and shouted.

“TODAY..TODAY WE WILL BRING THE DEAD BACK….AGAIN…AND AGAIN!” The Doctor cackled with laughter as Igor’s screams continued to ring out through the night. Slowly but surely, the massive surge of electricity was filling the creation that lay tied down to the hoisted slab.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGGGGGGGH!” Igor screamed his hand locked onto that of Narcissa, who was really enjoying being part of the experiment. She was a super conductor and a useful one at that.

A low growl came from the slab, and the Doctor gasped as he looked down and saw the giant’s eyelids start to flutter. The Doctor waved his hand for Narcissa and igor to stop harnessing the lightning, as he took out his stethoscope and placed it to the giant’s chest. A beat….then another….then ANOTHER. The Doctor rose slowly and his face was riddled with the biggest smile you had ever seen.

“IT’S ALIVE…..IT’S ALIVE!”

Wilhelm grabbed Roxanne’s forehead and kissed it.

“MWAH!” You could tell he was pretty happy about it.

~RB~

 

Moo:  Narcissa’s body lit up in the places where metal decorated her skin. Blue charges were rather apparent while she stood still, holding her arm up to the air. She was grinning, perfectly still. The electricity flowing through her body would amount to nothing more than small tickles and tingles. Poor Igor on the other hand was dealing with full impact. His body shook violently while he shrieked, hair frizzing out to its maximum length. The sight was pretty comedic on its own!
The female monster looked down in time to see the Doctor wave at her. The conductors had apparently done their job, just as she had! She laughed as she lowered her arm and rushed down the stairs to escape the lightning. Igor dragged along, still experiencing after shock while his feet thumped down the stairs, sliding–falling, sliding–falling. Her strength would help him stay upright, however.
Upon entering the room once more, the doctor was crying out, rejoicing. Narcissa laughed and applauded happily in the background while Roxy’s forehead was kissed in celebration. “Yay, Doctor! You did it!”

 

Temp:  Roxanne and Wilhelm continued to ascend on the platform while Narcissa and Igor dealt with the lightning situation. She couldn’t help but laugh as she witnessed Igor get zapped. All his hair was frizzing like crazy, and somehow reminded her of a poodle. Her body wiggled in excitement as the electricity flowed through the creature. The Doctors excited words and actions were doing wonders in adding more fun to the scene.“ARIIIIIIIIISE!” She wiggled her hands at the creature as the lightning kept streaming into it, as if he would have some sort of effect. Eventually the lighting stopped just shortly after a growling sound was heard from the creature. The Doctor was quick to check for signs of life from it, and sure enough…he found it. He shouted in pure joy that it was now alive, and even went and kissed her on the forehead in celebration. Her cheeks were quick to redden, but it wouldn’t stop her from hopping up and down in joy.“WE DID IT WE DID IT!!!!” What a magnificent day this was turning out to be!

 

Razorbackwriter:  Through the combined efforts of all in the lab, the giant upon the slab was now growling fiercely. Its fingers twitching beneath the restraints. Eyes of fire now stared out and around at its surroundings. Both the Doctor and Roxanne were dancing and jumping about as the slab started to lower back down to the ground of the lab. Meanwhile, Narcissa was dragging Igor’s smoking body back down the stairs. You would think he was a golly wog by the way he appeared. His face black and his hair all frizzy and standing on end. Smoke was still coming out off of his clothes and he groaned weakly as the others celebrated. The slab landed with a heavy thud back on the main floor of the lab, and the Doctor immediately started checking vital signs and getting read outs from his computers. All of which were offering perfect analysis of the creature. It was a little too early to release the restraints, as the Doctor had not yet given the okay to Roxanne, but it was only a matter of time.

Tearing off his goggles, and tossing them onto a work bench, he then started to strip off his lab coat which revealed a tailored suit underneath.

“Narcissa….Igor…Roxanne. To celebrate our triumph I am taking you all…out for dinner. Maybe dancing.”

Igor let out a little yay, before falling backwards and landing with a light oomph on the floor. Some smelling salts and he would be right as rain.

“I ….know this little club that do a fabulous buffet. The House of Red Velvet. Get your best frocks on, my dears.”

~RB~

 

 

Frosty the Yobbo – Bucko & Champs.

If you haven’t already guessed, I have a pretty warped sense of humor.  Yes, I love parodies and funny songs, and what could be better to spread some Christmas cheer, than a song from Bucko and Champs.  Frosty the Yobbo.  Heh.  Oh, and an update.  My Christmas shopping is FINISHED!  Yes, grabbed those last minute pressies, picked up some ham and champers; and am really looking forward to Christmas indoors!  Nothing beats air conditioning on a scorcher of a Christmas day.    Anyways, enjoy this fun Christmas song!

 

 

Frosty the Yobbo
Got out on parole
The judge said he had no respect
And little self control

Frosty the Yobbo
As everybody knows
Is a snowman with an attitude
And a carrot for a nose

The kids chucked snowballs at him
With a non-stop whack whack whack
But they got more than they bargained for
When he up and chucked ’em back

The police called in the special squad
They cordoned off the park
They finally got their snowman when
They jumped him after dark

They locked him in the cooler
They couldn’t let him thaw
The magistrates will not convict
A puddle on the floor

The sergeant handcuffed Frosty
In case of an escape bid
” We cant have Yobbo snowmen out there
Frightening the kids”

Frosty the Yobbo
Is now a different bloke
He only chucks a snowball when
He’s heavily provoked

Frosty the Yobbo
As everybody knows
Is a snow man with an attitude
And a carrot for a nose