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Free will.
Topic Started: Oct 26 2016, 11:36 PM (22 Views)
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There was a time I was ruled by emotion.

The world is dark around you, it’s hard to breath though you suck down every breath. Two very large cold hands grip you by the shoulders and drag your bare knees across freezing dirt.

Fear.

Hope.

Anger.

Love.

There was a time when these emotions would dictate my every move.

My every decision.

I would waste precious moments thinking,

Feeling.

Wondering about the consequences to my actions.


Through whatever it is that covers your face you can see torches lighting up in the darkness, figures are just barely visible, each appears to wear a robe though you are not sure.

I would second guess myself.

Commune with those whom I cared about.

For a time I let their feelings guide my actions.

But then I awoke.

I realized that I am something greater than they.

I AM GOD!

And they are just pitiful mortals.

Clawing their way through life looking for the next high.

Be it sex.

Drugs.

Alcohol.

None of them saw what I saw.

None of them felt what I felt.

None of them knew the utter disappointment which came down upon me every waking morning.

Humanity is a failed experiment.

When my father died choking on his own vomit I realized,

You cannot save those who do not wish to be saved.

But I am a forgiving God.

A loving father.

I know you sometimes make mistakes you regret.

Like Captain Howdy.


Finally you come to a stop, the sting on your knees is very real as you feel the warmth of the blood pooling in the dirt beneath you. A savage hand grabs the covering on your head and rips it off revealing to you a large bonfire, no, it’s more than a bonfire. It’s an effigy of a man burning in the middle of the woods surrounded by dozens and dozens of robed figures.


A man who would be a monster.

A man who would be a demon.

A man who feels love.

Hope.

FEAR.

All of you, my children, shrink back at the mention of his name,

But I know the truth.

Captain Howdy is no more a monster than I am a man.

His life has become one devoted to the people around him.

He has oh so much to lose.

He could never truly be the thing of nightmares.

Not now.

Not when the nightmare can march through his front door and take that which he loves the most.

Not that I would do that.


A large hand grabs you from behind and slams your face into the dirt.

I do not need to.

In my eyes.

Captain Howdy needs to learn a valuable lesson.

He is not what he would have you believe he is.

He is not soulless.

He is not heartless.

He is not a monster.

He is but a man.

Who hides his true self from the world.

But I am GOD.

I see your weakness.

I see your emotions.

I see what you would give to protect those you love.

Monsters do not love.

Monster have no one to protect.

No Howdy.

You are a man.

A man I will expose when you step into the ring,

WITH GOD!


You try to push yourself back up but the hands on your shoulder and the back of your head keep you pressed down. You try to look to look toward the fire when to boots come into few, a long robe flowing behind them.

Dante Saffron.

I AM so proud of you my SON.


The hand on the back of your head rips you upwards to face me, my pale face, my cold black eyes, it feels like you’re staring into oblivion.


You came to the ring last week determined to defeat GOD!

And defeat me you did.

You truly are the prodigal son.

The Omega to my Alpha.

If only you could see past your own emotions.

If only you could see the truth of your life.

If only you could accept.

Free will.

That is the gift I gave to mankind.

When I made Adam and ripped a rib from his chest to create Eve.

I gave them free will.

Their decisions were their own.

I did not force Eve to eat from the forbidden tree.

I did not force Adam to join her in heresy.

They chose their own path.

And their path lead them out of paradise.

You can blame me for the hardships of your life.

But I am sorry my son.

I am not to blame.

I gave you free will.

It is up to you to use it how you may.

If hardship has befallen you then it is up to you to fight your way out.

If I were to intervene,

If I were to lend my hand,

If I were to tell you what to do,

Then what is the point of your existence?


The paleness of my flesh sends a cold shiver up and down your spine, you struggle to remain strong when the two large hands on your shoulders suddenly move to rip and tear the shirt from your chest, exposing your perky breasts to the world around you. You try to cover yourself up to protect your modesty but they restrain you. Slowly I reach down on bended knee and drag my steel like nails across your flesh with a devilish grin on my face.

I could tell you how to live.

I could tell you how to die.

I could dictate your every move in between.

But tell me, my child.

What is the point?

If you exist only to please me then why exist at all?

I do not wish to see you suffer but I also do not cause the suffering.

Blame your fellow man.

Your brothers to whom I also gave free will.

They chose to make war.

They chose to kill.

They chose to do things unspeakable.

It is not that I not allow it.

But to intervene would ruin the point of life itself.

If your every move were predetermined like a book then what would be the point?

I only wish to see what my experiment would become.

Where free will would take you.

If given enough rope would you become like me?

Or hang yourself?

I think we both know the answer.


They force you down onto your back, you struggle but the robed figures move in from the sides, the torches held high as hands reach out to grip your arms and legs. You try to struggle, to scream but even more hands grip you, silence you as I slowly lower myself over you. My cold, granite like hands making its way over your supple breasts and towards your sex.

I have watched for a millennia.

And for a millennia I have seen.

Mankind cannot be left alone.

Alone you kill each other.

You kill yourselves.

Alone you are determined to exterminate your species.

Now I am forced to step in.

Forced to take notice.

And I see you Dante Saffron.

I see you fighting against me but ultimately fighting for me.

Of all my children.

None make me prouder than you.


I lower myself over you, my cold granite like hands parting the lips of your sex as GOD make himself known to you, penetrates you, you struggle at first but eventually give yourself over to the raw emotion. You love the feeling of god inside you.

Fight me Dante.

I beg of you.

But know that the only one you have to blame is yourself.


I push forward penetrating you, making you mine as your had arches backwards trying to deny the pleasure but you know you love it. You know you want to be one with God and so you are as I thrust forward and backward, forward and backward. Your hands reach around me, nails gripping into my back, nails piercing flesh, you and I are one.

Blame yourself.

The holy spirit runs through you as you try to deny it but you can’t help but feel my love as you whisper…

Will you be saved?
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