Post by Khaos on Oct 30, 2021 18:47:30 GMT -5
The Underworld was not easily found, for obvious reasons. Just as the existence of vampires, werewolves, and demi-Gods were meant to be considered only myth, some things were better left to the fictional belief of the masses. If the truth ever came out, it would be total Khaos…
Damien Carter felt like death followed him everywhere. From being the sole survivor of his family in a mysterious house fire, to watching the orphans at the Silver Oak Orphanage burn alive, he felt cursed. When Erebus found him, the wool was pulled from his eyes and he was finally shown the world for what it was. In the beginning, like so many before him, he denied it all – felt like it couldn’t be real, that it had to be nothing more than a nightmare, one he was incapable of waking from. He held onto that belief as long as he could, his last sliver of humanity…
He did what was asked of him, told them everything that they wanted to hear and just when the darkness believed his sincerity, he ran. Though years had kept them from each other, he still ran towards her arms; drawn to Kaiya Fox like a connection he had never felt before. Though her hair was now a blood-red and she went by the name “Arcana”, her eyes still remained the same; her soul still intact. Yet she rejected him, betrayed him, and left him at the mercy of Hecate and her acolytes. Her actions broke him, left him a shell of a man… “Lycana” made sure of that. By the time Erebus had found him, there was hardly anything left. He was ripe for the taking then. More than willing to fully embrace the darkness…
“What are we doing here?” Cerise groaned, the pair having been walking for hours in the wilderness.
“I told you already,” Damien retorted, annoyed.
“Yeah, yeah...” Cerise recalled, doing her best Damien impression – her voice mimicry skills really improving to the point where it sounded almost exactly like him. “… ‘We have to find the Underworld so I can embrace my destiny and become the raper I was meant to’…”
“Whoa!” Damien immediately stopped her. “Reaper… REAP-ER…”
“That’s what I said,” Cerise stated, rolling her eyes.
She sighed as she brushed past him, her feet tired, her body sore. Damien had half-a-mind to leave her in the truck back on the side of the road but Cerise had insisted that he allow her to tag along. This is what he got for acquiescing to her demands…
“Can you at least tell me if we’re almost…” Cerise asked, turning around and not watching where she was walking.
As she began to careen her way off a ledge into the rocky crevice of doom that waited for her below, Damien was there, his hand firmly on her wrist, keeping her suspended in place.
“Whoa,” Cerise exclaimed, hardly phased by the near-death experience. “That could’ve been bad.”
Cerise looked back over at Damien, smiling sweetly at him as he simply shook his head and pulled her back up to safety.
“Do try to watch where you step,” Damien commanded. “I won’t always be there to save you, ya know…”
Cerise stayed close to Damien’s side after that. They walked through the moon-lit maze of a forest as Damien would, occasionally, stop to examine strange markings on a tree or sift through some sort of disturbance in the earth.
“Are we hunting that wascally wabbit??” Cerise chimed in, growing bored with the silence.
“No,” Damien scolded, not finding her amusing.
He was not looking forward to this reunion. Nothing like going back to your former master, your tail tucked between your legs. He was just beginning to adjust to his life as a “normal” member of society when all of this shit fell into his lap. Nothing like the ol’ dreaded “end of the world” scenarios to make one reassess his lot on life.
“Is it cold?” Cerise dared to speak up again, a few more minutes having now passed after her last reprimand.
“What?” Damien asked, confused.
“You know…” Cerise twirled one of her pony tails with her finger. “In this ‘Underworld’ of yours. See, I usually contribute something like that to the whole fire and blood and death. You know, like Hell. But the way you describe it, it just sounds all… black… dull… cold…”
“I’m… not sure,” Damien answered truthfully, pushing his way through the brush. “It’s been awhile since I’ve been there. I don’t really recall much of the place. I didn’t really linger there too long; there was always the ‘next mission’. It was like a home base, of sorts… just, ya know, without the 'home' part.”
“Sounds kinda… lonely,” Cerise observed, bumping into Damien.
Damien stood on the edge of a cliff, looking down at a small basin of water which seemed to reflect silver in the moonlight.
“Is that…?” Cerise began to ask.
“There’s our door,” Damien declared, a remorseful smile on his face.
Damien Carter had declined all interview attempts by Sin’s own Jerika Mason and Legacy’s own Adriana Rviz. Apparently the union of Khaos, Cerise, Jin Min-jun, and Jessie Lee was a hot topic these days. Damien was in no rush to reveal how the unification came to be or even why. All in due time. Now, he had more important things to focus on.
“So Chelsea Skye, we meet again….” Damien announced a slight laugh in his voice. “The first time it didn’t end so well for you, did it? Then again, I’m not going to hold that one against you. You had the misfortune of being teamed up with one-half of those worthless Tag Team Champions, Meghan Strader. Cerise and I have had their number ever since we got here almost a year ago. Every time they crawl out from their hiding spot, we smash them back down. They’re kind of like cockroaches in that way…”
Damien seemed to have his spine tingle from just the mention of the infestation on the Tag Team Division that is the Cowgirls from Hell.
“See, I know this isn’t all about them,” Damien declared, staring at the camera. “This is about you… and this is about me. But I’d be lying if I didn’t say that they didn’t have a hand in all of this. When Cerise and I got here, our main focus was the Tag Team gold. But no matter what we did, who we had to decimate, the Cowgirls from Hell remained in hiding. And so plans changed. The Left Hand happened. And I became the Legacy World Champion. Week after week, month after month, everyone took their shot at me. They all say the same thing. That I’m delusional… deranged; that I’m living in some type of fantasy world and that my time as the champion is coming to an end. They build themselves up to be this legendary white knight sent to slay the demon. Yet here I am, now on Sin, still the World Champion. If the Cowgirls from Hell had only done what any champion should’ve, and defended their titles, our paths may’ve never crossed Chelsea… at least, not like this.”
Damien glanced over at the Sin World Championship, the blood-red design flickering in the darkness.
“Despite your first loss coming to me in a tag team match,” Damien cracked his neck and turned back to the camera. “You didn’t eat the pin. So you probably think that the slate is clean. But it’s not. Make no mistake about it Chelsea; you ARE the underdog in this match. And everyone loves an underdog, don’t they?”
Damien shook his head as he recalled his previous encounter with Sara Pettis two weeks ago.
“I’m not one for typically caring what the crowd thinks of me,” Damien declared. “I came into this industry to inflict pain upon my opponents. This is a way for me to test my abilities in that ring, week-in and week-out. I’m here to prove to myself, and the world, that I am the VERY best at what I do. When I give someone like Sara an opportunity or even someone like you – Chelsea – I expect you to live up to your end. I expect you to bring your VERY best. I expect you to make it a challenge for me. I’m not here to fight the ‘Not’ Richard Dweck’s of the world, I’m here to cement my Legacy! I know most didn’t like what I did to Sara in our match a few weeks ago but you have to see it from my perspective. I gave her an opportunity, to prove to me why she should be the one to take this belt from me. This week, it’s your turn Chelsea. I implore you; show me what you’re capable of. Because if you don’t, if you waste MY time; then one way or another… you will EMBRACE the DARKNESS.”
