Quick apology to and English majors reading this. This is a one take, quick edit review before I post.
The tour of mind palace now in the past, the once powerful Super Hero stares back at the palace into a specific window high on the wall on the northern wing of the palace. On the other side of the window, Failman stands stoically sipping on one of the Super Hero’s best casks of bourbon, staring back down at the Super Hero with disgust. He knows what he must do. He knows that in order to fully control the power of the mind palace and be able to access all of its rooms, he must destroy the Super Hero and take his essence. Failman knows, however, that to perform this deed he must be deliberate in his actions. Otherwise, the Super Hero will return, and Failman does not want that. Failman will be the master of the mind palace and bend it to his will.
Below in the depths of the palace in a prison cell, the demon smiles.
Failman takes a long enjoyable sip of his drink, and sets down the glass on the table. He takes off the robe he was wearing and throws it to the chair that sat opposite of the window, never breaking his stare upon the Super Hero. As if they are in a mirror, both the Super Hero and Failman take a deep breath then move their head side to side loosening their necks. Failman then turns from the window, and like the wind gusting through the trunks of trees he dashes down to the front door of the palace. The Super Hero follows the movements of Failman and braces himself for the fight he knew would come. Failman emerges from the front door of the palace like the lamp of a train emerging from a tunnel, ferocity and intent to kill chiseled deep into his face. The time had finally come.
The demon, sensing what is about to happen, tries the door of his prison. It opens with a tiny mouse-like groan from the hinges. The demon steps over the threshold of his cell gleefully. His time has come. The vessel has lowered its defenses and the guards have reached the pinnacle of their squabble. His time… has… come.
The Super Hero braces as Failman unloads the full breath of his strength upon him. In the Super Hero’s weakened state, his attempt to block the attack was in vain. He retches as Failman’s blow collapses his chest and throws him to the ground. The Super Hero’s body ignites with the fire of pain all over, blinding him and overwhelming him as Failman continues to pound him mercilessly. Suddenly, the Super Hero gasps as the light within is unceremoniously ripped from him, his body flipping from the fire of pain to the cold of death like a light switch turning off the light. The onslaught ends. The Super Hero lays on the ground gasping, attempting to cling onto life has he watches Failman rise from him. He watches in horror as Failman holds onto his essence, and crushes it with all of his might. Everything goes dark. The Super Hero is dead.
The demon stretches his wings. With his will the demon reaches out throughout all of the mind palace. With one swift thought, he blows a hole directly above him, destroying all the rooms and floors that existed above his door-less prison. The concussion of his act ripples throughout the mind palace cracking every wall and shaking every room. The demon flies up through the hole that he created. He emerges from the hole, just as Failman removed the essence of the Super Hero from his body. The demon smiles.
Failman stands over the body of the Super Hero, with essence in hand. He is beside himself. “I’ve done it,” he whispers to himself. “At last, I’ve destroyed the damned Super Hero. I’ve finally won. It is over.” He he smiles as he turns to back towards the mind palace, but stops in place. It is now that he realizes that something is wrong. Something has changed. The vessel that he has worked so hard to take over has become consumed by the essense of failure, as he wanted, but there was something else. As his eyes rise from the essence in his hand to the palace, he begins to see that the great secret of the vessel has finally come loose. The darkest of dark. The thing that corrupted the Super Hero all those years ago, and tried to destroy the vessel with the Super Hero’s hand. The demon came loose.
The demon, with a smile filled with enough evil to destroy all who gaze upon it, walks toward Failman. His intent is clear: he must consume both the essences in order to possess the vessel and walk freely upon the earth. He begins to quicken his step. Failman is frozen, and the demon knows that now is the time to act. The palace, now in shambles and crumbling, the vessel weakened, and the two guards down to one, he could not have picked a better time. He lunges forward into a sprint, his speed blinding as he reaches for the neck of Failman to snap it in two.
Failman, drowning in his own fear of what is about to happen, tries to run, but cannot. Fear has him pinned to where he stands, like two hands coming up from the ground and holding him fast to his spot. He braces unwillingly for his death, as the hands of the demon begin to close around his neck. Suddenly, the vessel screams.
In an instant, the space in the mind’s eye becomes overwhelmed with light. The light is warm, inviting, and feels as if a soft blanket has just enveloped you to give you strength. A voice calls down from above within the light. “You shall be cast from the vessel of the prophet,” it says. The demon, surprised by this sudden change in events, is consumed by his own fear now. This was not supposed to happen. HE was not supposed to be able to do this.
The tour of mind palace now in the past, the once powerful Super Hero stares back at the palace into a specific window high on the wall on the northern wing of the palace. On the other side of the window, Failman stands stoically sipping on one of the Super Hero’s best casks of bourbon, staring back down at the Super Hero with disgust. He knows what he must do. He knows that in order to fully control the power of the mind palace and be able to access all of its rooms, he must destroy the Super Hero and take his essence. Failman knows, however, that to perform this deed he must be deliberate in his actions. Otherwise, the Super Hero will return, and Failman does not want that. Failman will be the master of the mind palace and bend it to his will.
Below in the depths of the palace in a prison cell, the demon smiles.
Failman takes a long enjoyable sip of his drink, and sets down the glass on the table. He takes off the robe he was wearing and throws it to the chair that sat opposite of the window, never breaking his stare upon the Super Hero. As if they are in a mirror, both the Super Hero and Failman take a deep breath then move their head side to side loosening their necks. Failman then turns from the window, and like the wind gusting through the trunks of trees he dashes down to the front door of the palace. The Super Hero follows the movements of Failman and braces himself for the fight he knew would come. Failman emerges from the front door of the palace like the lamp of a train emerging from a tunnel, ferocity and intent to kill chiseled deep into his face. The time had finally come.
The demon, sensing what is about to happen, tries the door of his prison. It opens with a tiny mouse-like groan from the hinges. The demon steps over the threshold of his cell gleefully. His time has come. The vessel has lowered its defenses and the guards have reached the pinnacle of their squabble. His time… has… come.
The Super Hero braces as Failman unloads the full breath of his strength upon him. In the Super Hero’s weakened state, his attempt to block the attack was in vain. He retches as Failman’s blow collapses his chest and throws him to the ground. The Super Hero’s body ignites with the fire of pain all over, blinding him and overwhelming him as Failman continues to pound him mercilessly. Suddenly, the Super Hero gasps as the light within is unceremoniously ripped from him, his body flipping from the fire of pain to the cold of death like a light switch turning off the light. The onslaught ends. The Super Hero lays on the ground gasping, attempting to cling onto life has he watches Failman rise from him. He watches in horror as Failman holds onto his essence, and crushes it with all of his might. Everything goes dark. The Super Hero is dead.
The demon stretches his wings. With his will the demon reaches out throughout all of the mind palace. With one swift thought, he blows a hole directly above him, destroying all the rooms and floors that existed above his door-less prison. The concussion of his act ripples throughout the mind palace cracking every wall and shaking every room. The demon flies up through the hole that he created. He emerges from the hole, just as Failman removed the essence of the Super Hero from his body. The demon smiles.
Failman stands over the body of the Super Hero, with essence in hand. He is beside himself. “I’ve done it,” he whispers to himself. “At last, I’ve destroyed the damned Super Hero. I’ve finally won. It is over.” He he smiles as he turns to back towards the mind palace, but stops in place. It is now that he realizes that something is wrong. Something has changed. The vessel that he has worked so hard to take over has become consumed by the essense of failure, as he wanted, but there was something else. As his eyes rise from the essence in his hand to the palace, he begins to see that the great secret of the vessel has finally come loose. The darkest of dark. The thing that corrupted the Super Hero all those years ago, and tried to destroy the vessel with the Super Hero’s hand. The demon came loose.
The demon, with a smile filled with enough evil to destroy all who gaze upon it, walks toward Failman. His intent is clear: he must consume both the essences in order to possess the vessel and walk freely upon the earth. He begins to quicken his step. Failman is frozen, and the demon knows that now is the time to act. The palace, now in shambles and crumbling, the vessel weakened, and the two guards down to one, he could not have picked a better time. He lunges forward into a sprint, his speed blinding as he reaches for the neck of Failman to snap it in two.
Failman, drowning in his own fear of what is about to happen, tries to run, but cannot. Fear has him pinned to where he stands, like two hands coming up from the ground and holding him fast to his spot. He braces unwillingly for his death, as the hands of the demon begin to close around his neck. Suddenly, the vessel screams.
In an instant, the space in the mind’s eye becomes overwhelmed with light. The light is warm, inviting, and feels as if a soft blanket has just enveloped you to give you strength. A voice calls down from above within the light. “You shall be cast from the vessel of the prophet,” it says. The demon, surprised by this sudden change in events, is consumed by his own fear now. This was not supposed to happen. HE was not supposed to be able to do this.
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