ROUND TWO: (7)Lars vs. (10)Certain - (LARS WINS 7-1)

Certain · 01-25-2014, 02:49 AM

Master gave me the assignment. Thank you, Master.
For Master, I flipped the pages oh so quiet, kept my pacing in alignment,
kept my face in yellowed lining of the phrases for the time when
Master will take us to the brightness, escape to new horizons.
Thank you, Master. I'm still so taken by your mind, and
ready to serve your every word. I quake in your consignment.
Master loves me, but never as much as I worship at his feet.
So I nervously reread, ensuring that indeed I've found the sermon that he needs.

"Master! Master!" "Please don't say you've failed again."
"Master, no! Master, I have caught my sails in wind!
Master, here, I bring you everything you asked for."
"Yes! Now I may begin."

Master left me. He always does. Master's time is running low,
so he silently withholds all his mind's impressive notes.
But he is Master, and Master knows best.
He says we're on a passage to death. He says he's planning our next.
He'd spoke of immortality without an alchemy set.
He'd spoke of incantations, spells and the Halcyon nest.
Master's words were mumbled, renounced under breath,
probably because he doubts I can hear his denouncements of stress.
But now, down in his cellar study, Master has his chance.
I found him the text.

The silence was broken by the shatter of glass.
It came from the basement.
"Master!" I screamed. I grabbed the ladder, then gasped
and gaped with amazement.

Its eyes glowed like the coils of an electrical stove,
with skin wretchedly gross, infected and mauve.
Its engorged wingspan stretched to the bone with talons like sharpened machines.
This is... This is... This is... This is the mark of the beast!
Master's cloak was in shards at its feet. He'd served as this harbinger's meat.
That's when it started to speak. "You, there!"
Wait. God. No. It's talking to me!
"You did well." "Please, let me live, and I promise to leave."
"You fool, do you not honestly see? I am a god now. I am the product of dreams."
He cracked a smile. Strangely familiar. Could it possibly be?
But no. It couldn't possibly be. "Human, I have solved my disease!"

"The disease." That's Master's term for the human condition.
He had been consumed with his vision to find a remove from this prison,
and here he was, free at last, in the form of a lunatic demon.
I scanned the room. There, on the floor, the notes I had jubilantly scribbled.
"Master, please, show mercy and let me come with you to glory.
Teach me the ways of the spirits, let me bare witness to your feat."
The beast stared, fiery eyes taking in my meek disposition,
and beckoned me over to the same table where he dreamed up this vision.
Seated, I listened. "You have done well, and I believe in conviction.
You shall serve me as you served me here. Now complete what was written.
Soon the time will come for me to reign as God, unleashed on the living."

I exhaled deeply and stared at the paper, this vile curse of a passage.
I set my plan. I began to speak with thoughts of reversing this madness:

".retfa reve ylippah devil lla yehT"

Master collapsed, returning to the human form he despised.
And though lifeless, I could see the smile borne in his eyes.

01-25-2014, 02:49 AM	#1
Certain Mad fucking dangerous. Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 12,066 Battle Record: 40-19 Champed - AOWL Season 3 - Art of Writing League (2x) Rep Power: 85899406	Master gave me the assignment. Thank you, Master. For Master, I flipped the pages oh so quiet, kept my pacing in alignment, kept my face in yellowed lining of the phrases for the time when Master will take us to the brightness, escape to new horizons. Thank you, Master. I'm still so taken by your mind, and ready to serve your every word. I quake in your consignment. Master loves me, but never as much as I worship at his feet. So I nervously reread, ensuring that indeed I've found the sermon that he needs. "Master! Master!" "Please don't say you've failed again." "Master, no! Master, I have caught my sails in wind! Master, here, I bring you everything you asked for." "Yes! Now I may begin." Master left me. He always does. Master's time is running low, so he silently withholds all his mind's impressive notes. But he is Master, and Master knows best. He says we're on a passage to death. He says he's planning our next. He'd spoke of immortality without an alchemy set. He'd spoke of incantations, spells and the Halcyon nest. Master's words were mumbled, renounced under breath, probably because he doubts I can hear his denouncements of stress. But now, down in his cellar study, Master has his chance. I found him the text. The silence was broken by the shatter of glass. It came from the basement. "Master!" I screamed. I grabbed the ladder, then gasped and gaped with amazement. Its eyes glowed like the coils of an electrical stove, with skin wretchedly gross, infected and mauve. Its engorged wingspan stretched to the bone with talons like sharpened machines. This is... This is... This is... This is the mark of the beast! Master's cloak was in shards at its feet. He'd served as this harbinger's meat. That's when it started to speak. "You, there!" Wait. God. No. It's talking to me! "You did well." "Please, let me live, and I promise to leave." "You fool, do you not honestly see? I am a god now. I am the product of dreams." He cracked a smile. Strangely familiar. Could it possibly be? But no. It couldn't possibly be. "Human, I have solved my disease!" "The disease." That's Master's term for the human condition. He had been consumed with his vision to find a remove from this prison, and here he was, free at last, in the form of a lunatic demon. I scanned the room. There, on the floor, the notes I had jubilantly scribbled. "Master, please, show mercy and let me come with you to glory. Teach me the ways of the spirits, let me bare witness to your feat." The beast stared, fiery eyes taking in my meek disposition, and beckoned me over to the same table where he dreamed up this vision. Seated, I listened. "You have done well, and I believe in conviction. You shall serve me as you served me here. Now complete what was written. Soon the time will come for me to reign as God, unleashed on the living." I exhaled deeply and stared at the paper, this vile curse of a passage. I set my plan. I began to speak with thoughts of reversing this madness: ".retfa reve ylippah devil lla yehT" Master collapsed, returning to the human form he despised. And though lifeless, I could see the smile borne in his eyes.