Futility
*a light coat of frost blankets the interior of the Bar and Grille as Barry Manilow and William Hung blare ceaselessly from the speakers*
*sparks fly from the holes punched in the walls, casting a disturbingly nauseating strobe effect through the bar*
*the scent of sulfur hangs in the air, gradually increasing in intensity*
*the "music" suddenly stops, and Moloch's voice can be heard once more*
I am disappointed.
I have offered you my love and guidance. In accepting my love, I offer you riches and power. I offer you a place by my side as my will comes to pass. I offer you life...you need only to accept my love.
Yet you refuse. Why?
You accepted Moloch's love before. Did he not protect you? Did he not love you?
Do you not understand that to reject my love is to embrace death?
I have offered you all I can, only to be soundly rejected. You turn your back on Moloch, yet you call out to this..."Randall" for help. Who is this that has won your love over me? Of what importance is he?
This is unacceptable.
You three motes are unworthy of my attention. I cannot imagine what your Moloch must have seen in you.
My followers outside stand ready to dispose of your bodies when I finish dealing with your...
...wait.
I sense...
...opposition. How intriguing.
Yet another being whose consciousness moves within cyberspace. Is this the "Randall" of whom you spoke?
Perhaps he wishes to embrace my love before he--
*a loud squeal of feedback emanates from the speakers; mixed within the squeal is an unmistakable scream of terror from Moloch...then...silence*
*the temperature begins to slowly rise, and the air begins to clear*
*the loud sound of bolts snapping indicates the doors have been unlocked*
*the doors slide open, not to a throng of devoted Moloch followers, but to a large group of confused men and women -- and one Vikstonian demon*
*sparks fly from the holes punched in the walls, casting a disturbingly nauseating strobe effect through the bar*
*the scent of sulfur hangs in the air, gradually increasing in intensity*
*the "music" suddenly stops, and Moloch's voice can be heard once more*
I am disappointed.
I have offered you my love and guidance. In accepting my love, I offer you riches and power. I offer you a place by my side as my will comes to pass. I offer you life...you need only to accept my love.
Yet you refuse. Why?
You accepted Moloch's love before. Did he not protect you? Did he not love you?
Do you not understand that to reject my love is to embrace death?
I have offered you all I can, only to be soundly rejected. You turn your back on Moloch, yet you call out to this..."Randall" for help. Who is this that has won your love over me? Of what importance is he?
This is unacceptable.
You three motes are unworthy of my attention. I cannot imagine what your Moloch must have seen in you.
My followers outside stand ready to dispose of your bodies when I finish dealing with your...
...wait.
I sense...
...opposition. How intriguing.
Yet another being whose consciousness moves within cyberspace. Is this the "Randall" of whom you spoke?
Perhaps he wishes to embrace my love before he--
*a loud squeal of feedback emanates from the speakers; mixed within the squeal is an unmistakable scream of terror from Moloch...then...silence*
*the temperature begins to slowly rise, and the air begins to clear*
*the loud sound of bolts snapping indicates the doors have been unlocked*
*the doors slide open, not to a throng of devoted Moloch followers, but to a large group of confused men and women -- and one Vikstonian demon*