two - steps towards redemption
[The general is sitting against a brick wall of a warehouse, his fingers steeped together after he has turned the video on. He is quiet for a long moment, before he finally spoke, his voice soft.]
I have tried, with all of my being, to explain to my fellows and my brother the importance of not bringing our war here. This is not our realm - not Heaven, not Hell, not even Earth. What we do here is nothing short of genocide against those who have done nothing but been pulled from different places, different worlds, or were born to this world to begin with. I have explained myself, I have reasoned. I have pleaded. I have shouted. Yet none of them seem to have listened. So I find myself having to send a subtler message.
[He picked up the camera, and panned it slowly around the warehouse - where bodies lie. Hundreds of bodies. It is clear that by their burnt out eyes, and the traces of sulfur, that these are demons, one and all. He makes sure that it is clearly shown that these demons are in a semi-circle around him, and no one else. Then he turned the phone back towards himself. Blue eyes blaze, and around him, white lightening dances.]
Do I need to be any clearer, or would you like me to make my point with less ... guile?
I have tried, with all of my being, to explain to my fellows and my brother the importance of not bringing our war here. This is not our realm - not Heaven, not Hell, not even Earth. What we do here is nothing short of genocide against those who have done nothing but been pulled from different places, different worlds, or were born to this world to begin with. I have explained myself, I have reasoned. I have pleaded. I have shouted. Yet none of them seem to have listened. So I find myself having to send a subtler message.
[He picked up the camera, and panned it slowly around the warehouse - where bodies lie. Hundreds of bodies. It is clear that by their burnt out eyes, and the traces of sulfur, that these are demons, one and all. He makes sure that it is clearly shown that these demons are in a semi-circle around him, and no one else. Then he turned the phone back towards himself. Blue eyes blaze, and around him, white lightening dances.]
Do I need to be any clearer, or would you like me to make my point with less ... guile?