Tag: Midjourney Art

…The daylight peeks through the trees and into Jameson’s tired eyes, forcing him to pull away, and disappear into the darkness beyond the trees, while Cynthia clutches her throat in a desperate bid to stop the warm thick red liquid from escaping her body.

“C-C-Coward,” she hisses as her eyes roll up into the back of her skull and she falls to the blood-soaked ground in a lifeless heap of arms and legs.

“C-C-CYNTHIA!” Harry bellows as he struggles desperately to free himself from Juno’s powerful grasp. “C-C-CYNTHIA!” he cries again.

“Calm down and enjoy the show little brother, it hasn’t even got to the interesting part yet,” Juno grunts in his ear while wearing a broad grin from ear to ear.

“FUCK YOU JUNO! L-L-LET ME GO YOU IDIOT! I DON’T WANT ANY PART OF THIS, NOT NOW, NOT BEFORE, NOT EVER! JUST LET ME GO!” he spits, each word laced with the venom of a thousand snakes.

“Say what you want now, but it’ll never change the fact that it’s not what you said then, and because of those words then, this is how now became. So keep calm, and watch the red rivers flow.” he snarls in his ear, as he forces Harry’s eyes open wide….

…“The light doesn’t need to hit the object itself, it just needs to light the area around it. Everything else is automated from then on in.” Corey says excitedly, as he looks up into Darwin’s bewildered stare.

“But how do we get light into the room?”

“We already have it,” Corey says as she shines the torch light towards the mirrored plate that is imbedded into the wall. Seconds pass and are soon minutes, as the two stand silently waiting and watching the wall for any sudden change.

“It’s not doing much of anything, are you sure you translated the text correctly Mister Jarvis?”

“FIFTY-SEVEN YEARS D-DARWIN! F-FIFTY-SEVEN YEARS! T-T-That’s how long I’ve studied their language, and I’ve never m-misquoted parchment like this before, s-s-so i-i-it has to be right. M-M-Maybe the torch l-light isn’t s-strong enough to initiate the m-motors.”

“Motors? You think this is some type of machine?”

“Don’t you?”

“Nah, why would they have a machine all the way down here?”

“Because back then, down here, was up there.” he sighs as he points to the cavern top.

“Then why is it down here now?”

“Do you know anything about your ancestor’s history?”

“I know enough to pass your class.” he says with a bemused smile…

…Kyle grabs David by the arm and spins him around to face him. “You don’t know what you’re saying, so take it back, take it all back!” he whines haphazardly, pressing his lips together as if they two pieces of the same object before separating them once more.

“You don’t get it and you probably never will, which is a shame! But don’t let my pity fool you, for I’m protected by something far grander than your pathetic she sells seashells by the seashore BULLSHIT!” he spits with avid gusto.

“I-I-I, don’t want to hear a-a-any more of your insanity! J-J-J-Just take it B-B-BACK!”

“NO!” David sings with a touch of overly dramatic flair thrown in as he crosses his legs and sits in the centre of the room, staring at Kyle with a wry smile upon his weather lips. “Now, let’s play this game.”

“W-W-W-We can’t, w-w-we’re not s-s-supposed to play a-any games outside of school hours!”

Kyle swallows a nervous mouthful of corrugated air.

“Kyle, we aren’t in school anymore, and we haven’t been for a long time, so cut the BULLSHIT and come sit down here with me. Demonic beings don’t summon themselves.”…

…“A catastrophic downfall of immeasurable proportions,” he says with a wry smile painted below his overly manicured mustache. “That’s how the history books will refer to this moment in your storied narration. Many an opinion will be had, with some saying you forced the hand of the underworld to strike back, while others will be stalwarts of the grey eyed society and say your sadistic nature only had one true recourse, but me, I think you’re just another CUNT who thought he was better than those that know better.”

“I-I-I, I m-m-m-made y-y-you,” Luca’s stammers as he sways two and fro. “I-I-I, I a-am absolute, w-w-while y-you’ll always b-b-be you.”

“FUCK!” he roars. “You aren’t half done for are you? I-I made you, a-a-and you’ll never b-be me!” he mimics overdramatically, before thrusting a boot into his stomach and sending him to the ground once more. “I’M THE BENCHMARK! I’M THE ONE WHO EVERYONE WANTS TO BE! YOU! YOU’RE A BITTER MEMORY, BEGGING TO BE FORGOTTEN! NOW YIELD, AND I’LL LET YOUR DEATH BE QUICK!”

Luca’s laughs softly, as he staggers uneasily to his feet. “T-The benchmark? Y-Y-You’re nothing b-but a tick on t-the arse of l-life, and I’m life!” he grunts as he tightly clenches his hands into fists, and sizes himself up to Erik once more.

“Are you serious old man? You know I could beat you without any hands right now.”

“Looks can be deceiving,” he says with a wink as Erik feels something dig into the back of his neck….

…“I was promised sights, not pointless explanations that serve little point.”

“Pointless and of little point are the same thing.” Sebastian scoffs with lamented amusement.

“I DON’T CARE!” he bellows like a volcano erupting. “I AM SICK OF WORDS! SHOW ME THE WONDERS PROMISED, OR I’LL CARVE MY NAME IN YOUR HEART AFTER I TEAR IT FROM YOUR CHEST!”

“Oh, I like how you painted that picture, almost makes me want to hear more!”

“ENOUGH!” he screams as he thrusts himself to his feet and into the air, casting the room into silence as his wide empty eyes look down upon the frozen bodies that litter the floor beneath him, before he casts his gaze upon Sebastian. “I ALLOWED you to bring me here, and I ALLOWED you to believe whatever stories you chose to believe about what I truly am. But such as all things, that time has now come to a futile end and I must take what is mine!” he snarls through saliva drenched lips.

“Then perhaps it is time we both stop pretending,” Sebastian coos with a broad smile upon his as the room is engulfed in a sea of nothingness….

…The skin drops to the ground with a squelch, and Simon stares at the bewildered Jessica with a wry smile upon his fleshless lips.

“What is it my dear, have I shown you too much of the man beneath the skin?”

“I-I-I-I, I never thought i-i-it was possible t-t-to peel t-t-the skin from the m-m-m…” she stammers nervously before emptying the content of her stomach to the floor below her.

“Oh, you silly muppet.” he says as he playfully swats the air with his hand, and laughs. “The skin was designed to be peeled away, we’ve just spent our whole lives hiding inside it, hiding from our true nature. Research I’ve done shows that back in the Mesopotamia era most spent more time out of their skins than they did in it, and the only reason we stopped, was when western society started to deem looks more important than what was up here,” he says as he taps his forehead.

“I-I-I,” she stutters, before clutching herself tightly.

“We are meant to be free, not only of our cares, but also the flesh that binds up, that ridicules us. Can you image my love, can you see the world as it should be, as we should be?” he says as he holds out a hand towards her, only for her to stagger away in fear.

“I-I-I, I don’t believe y-y-you, t-t-there would be f-f-findings. T-T-T-There would be p-proof.”

“Am I not proof enough my dear? Am I not all you need to see?”…

…“I don’t care if your little computer tells you I’m DEAD, because you and I both know I’m NOT!”

“I-I-I, I can’t say that f-for sure,” Derek stammers nervously as he looks down at his computer screen, and then back up at the pale Mark who stands before him.

Mark lets out a long-winded sigh, and puckers his lip up, then draws them back in. “Am I, or am I not Mark Cidare?”

“A-A-According to the computer, y-y-yes.”

“Good, good.” Mark says. “And am I alive?”

“W-W-Well YOU d-d-do look alive.”

“Excellent.” he says with a broad grin upon his face. “Now, what does the computer system say?”

“Y-You know wh…”

“NO!” Mark yells as he slaps his hand down upon the countertop. “DON’T SPEAK TO ME LIKE I AM A FOOL! TELL ME WHAT THE COMPUTER SCREEN TELLS YOU ABOU MARK CIDARE!” he bellows loudly.

Derek swallows a nervous mouthful of air. “T-T-The computer tells me that M-M-Mark Cidare d-d-died f-f-f-four hours ago.”

“And, how did I supposedly die?”

“I-I-It says h-h-h-he k-k-killed himself.”

“I!” he bellows. “IT SAYS I KILLED MYSELF!”

“N-N-No s-s-sir, it says h-h-he killed himself, s-s-so you c-can’t be M-Mark Cidare.”

“But I am, aren’t I?”…

….“I couldn’t be sure you’d come,” Derek says with trembling lips as he brushes the hair from his face with a nervous hand.

“You didn’t really give me a choice, did you.”

He smiles broadly for several lost seconds before his face falls back to its stony resolve. “The choice was always yours, I just gave you the encouragement needed to guide your pathway to me.”

“YOU FUCKING THREATENED TO KILL DONNA!”

“Promises dear boy. Words of encouragement, that was all.”

“S-S-So you never m-m-meant any of it?” he stammers.

He smiles broadly once again, allowing a muffled laugh to escape his lips as he presses a pleated napkin against them. “No, I meant every word, nigh, every syllable spoken, and had you not met me here, had you not done what I asked, I would’ve followed through with my promises spoken.” he says with an evil wink….

…“I’m not the only one who thinks it that’s for sure! You’re a disease Rodger, a tarnished mark upon the good name your father sought to grow for your family. You SHOULD kill yourself, do the world and everybody else whose ever had the misfortune of meeting you a favour.”

“I-I-I,” Rodger stammers as he casts a glance at the blade that sits in his trembling hands, before looking back up into the mirror, at his own twisted face as it stares back at him.

“What are you, a coward? Are you going to go and have a cry? Dad was right about you, everyone was!” he spits at himself.

“I-I-I, I’ve tried t-t-t-to be good, I-I-I, I have,” he stammers, as he feverously meets Karl’s petrified stare thought the mirror. “I-I-I, I swear I have.”

“BULLSHIT! You’ve been a bad, bad boy Rodger. You’ve been lying down with these married men, fornicating in a bed built on lies and sin, and then, when all the sinning is done, you try to atone for it all by taking their lives and feeding their me……”

“I TRY! I TRY!” he screams at himself, as he punches the wall beside the mirror before turning to Karl, saliva dripping from his trembling lips. “S-S-Sorry lover, but i-i-it’s almost dinner time and my flock grow hungry!”…

…Wentworth digs his feet into the ground and tightens his hands into fists as he lets a growl escape his stomach, like the bubbling fires of a volcano. “You may have taken many things from me, but you will not take my life.” he spits with fiery resolve, as he screws up his nose and casts a vicious glance towards Donovan, who wipes the blood from his lips with the back of his hand.

“I know you’re going to find this hard to believe, considering all the shit I’ve put you through, but taking your life is the last thing I have in mind. To be honest I want you to live a long and healthy life here with me, devoid of any dangers that would befall upon someone of your ilk.”

“T-Then why bring me here? W-Why threaten me?”

“I never threatened you dear boy, only those that kept you from me.”

“I-I-I, I don’t know if I can trust you.”

“You don’t need to trust me, you just need to believe me, for that is half the battle, and winning half the battle, wins the war.”

“W-W-What if I don’t want to stay? What will you do then?”

Donovan smiles broadly. “Then, I will ensure no one else gets you.”…

…“And that’s why I have to get back to San Quinten, before it’s too late.” Garrison spits proudly with a wry smile painted across his bloody lips.

“San where now?”

“SAN MOTHER-FUCKING Q-U-I-N-T-E-N!” Garrison bellows as he raises his arms high into the air and starts laughing like a mad scientist from some nineteen-seventies horror movie.

Willow’s brow moves high into his forehead while he tightly shuts his left eye and shakes his head. “Son, I’ve got to be honest. I don’t know what the FUCK you’re talking about, or where in the hell this SAN QUINTEN place is, but the energy you are putting out has gripped my tiny little heart like a good whore would grip my cock!”

“S-S-So does that m-mean you’re g-g-going to help?” Garrison stammers.

Willow slaps a heavy hand onto his shoulder and squeezes it tightly. “Yeah, I’ll get you to this San Quinten place, wherever it may be, and then I’ll help you stop those FUCKING vampires once and for all.”

Garrison smiles nervously, “B-B-But w-w-why would I want to s-s-stop them?”

“Ain’t that what you said? Didn’t they kill all your kin, and leave you to die?”

“Yes, and no,” he says with a pointed smile….