The scene opens in the cage of Anton Savor, Captain Arcadia, and Mister Sunshine. Anton sits in the far corner, back to the bars, glaring at the others with visible disgust. “Do you know what I hate, Sunshine? Captain? I … Read More
The Final Note
[Nero sits across the cage — the piercing white glow of his eyes locked on El Mariachi Muerte.] You know, EMM… I used to think silence was peace. After years of static — of orders barking through earpieces, of data … Read More
The Reflection Act
You hear that, Narcissa? The crowd’s gone quiet. Klaus doesn’t need music for this act, he knows silence is louder. Just two of us under the lights, surrounded by steel and smoke. And look at that… it almost sparkles, doesn’t … Read More
The Ballad of Jackson Cade
[Ares stands, his eyes burning a hole into Jackson Cade. He folds his arms, a grunt the first thing to leave his lips.] “Do you know what your problem is, kid? You’re ungrateful.” [The God of War looks disgusted.] “You’re … Read More
Rock Bottom
It echoes in the silence of the prison you created. It cuts in the bloody screams of those you left behind. It reverberates in agony through your very soul the pain of your fall from grace. Hitting Rock Bottom is … Read More
THE WIDE GATE
“Thus saith the Lord….Matthew seven, verses thirteen and fourteen: “Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat. Because strait … Read More
Gilded Rot
In haute cuisine, there’s a tradition of gilding—covering food in delicate sheets of gold. It’s dazzling, decadent, and entirely flavorless. The gold adds no richness, no substance, no life. It exists only to suggest importance—a performance of luxury meant to … Read More
Holy Horror
Tell me, Reverend. When you look out at that crowd, what do you see? You see sinners. You see the lost, the damned, the desperate. You see souls in need of cleansing. When I look out, I see an audience. … Read More
Thousand Cuts
“I’ve always said that lies are like razor blades.” “The first few cuts are only skin deep. Tiny scars, dancin’ across the membrane leavin’ a web of sticky red deceit wherever they touch.” “Hell, at first, those little lies even … Read More
