NORMAN (Narrator): I hung back out of sight and followed Wrathís footsteps as I heard him move down the alley and into the blackness.
(SFX: Slow booted footfalls)
WRATH: (Whispered) Glory! Glory is that you?
NORMAN (Narrator): I could barely make out what he was saying, the blackness not only obscured sight, but all other sensory receptors as well. I wondered what else was distorted if one actually entered the darkness, which Wrath was just about to do.
WRATH: Glory? Donít you know me? Itís me. Wrath.
(SFX: Garbled female voice)
NORMAN (Narrator): An unintelligible garbled sound emanated from the darkness. At least to me it sounded like a chaos of distortion. To Wrath, however, there seemed to be meaning.
WRATH: What? What are you talking about? I didnító
(SFX: Garbled Wrath voice)
NORMAN (Narrator): And that was the last I understood from Wrath as he entered the blackness. I hesitated a moment weighing what action to take when I felt a presence behind me and something touch my shoulder
NORMAN: Preach! You nearly gave me a start.
PREACH: Easy, lad. Cap sent me foríard since you dinna come back presently. Aní looks like it was wisdom that he did. What cha got ahead, lad that yeíve been watchiní so intently.
NORMAN: Thereís some unknown presence ahead. Wrath sent me back to report and it looks like heís moving forward toó
PREACH: That isnít some unknown force ahead, lad.
NORMAN: What do you mean? Itís just blackness.
PREACH: Ye doní have my eyes tí see. Aní I see who it is. Corruptor!
PREACH: Down that pathway, lad, lay the most foul Deceiver ye ever laid ye eyes upon. Curse the day he walked the heavenlies aní curse the day he come tí earth.
NORMAN: A Deceiver of the heavenlies?
PREACH: Aye, lad. Aní why our Supreme Commander suffers the lot of him, Iíll never know, but I know what can be done Ďbout the foulness now.
NORMAN: Preach, what are you doing?
PREACH: Iíll take point here, lad. You watch my back.
NORMAN: Youíre not going in there, are you?
PREACH: Iíve got a score to settle, lad. Aní this is the one to settle it.
NORMAN: Preach! Has everyone gone mad? Wait for Cap and the others.
PREACH: Sure aní we wait for Cap, the surety it is weíll miss our chance.
NORMAN (Narrator): And the next thing I knew Preach was striding down the alley and plunging into the darkness. I had no option but to follow and plunge into the darkness myself.
(SFX: Eerie distortion background)
NORMAN (Narrator): What transpired next was a strange distortion of time, place and being. It was more a dark veil than an area, (or so it seemed) and after entering into the blackness it was lifted and there I beheld Wrath, speaking to another being and they seemed to speak as if familiar to each other. Preach was nose to nose with another being and their discussion was hot and contentious. Neither Wrath nor Preach seemed to be aware of each other, or if they were, they paid each other no mind, and continued in their own conversations as if they were in their own world.
WRATH: But why did you leave us, Glory?
VOID: Itís not like I had a choice in the matter, Wrath. And thatís the whole point, isnít it? Being able to make a choice?
WRATH: A choice for good, Gloryó
VOID: And who chooses whatís good, Wrath? You know the drill. Bad things happen to good and good things happen to bad. We stay idle with orders to ďstand downĒ while horrors occur before our eyes Ė under strict orders NOT to interfere! I couldnít stomach that anymore!
CORRUPTOR: Still on your vendetta, arenít you Guardian?
PREACH: I doní carry thaí title anymore. Iím in deployed service now.
CORRUPTOR: My, my, my. How the mighty have fallen. I saw Guardian fall like lightning from the sky (sinister laugh)
PREACH: Itís not the demotion ye make it sound; itís an honor to serve.
CORRUPTOR: So you keep saying. Someday youíll really believe slugging out the grind in the muck is preferable to Honor Guard. That dayíll be a pity.
PREACH: You never understood service. Thatís why yeró
CORRUPTOR: --My own boss? Listen, if the likes of you were as beyond reproach as you pretend to be, Iíd be out of job. Take my latest protťgťó
VOID: --didnít realize how enslaved we were until I knew true freedom. Freedom, Wrath.
WRATH: Glory, Ió
VOID: Donít call me that name anymore, Wrath. It has no meaning for me. Iím Void now.
WRATH: What kind of a handle is that?
VOID: Itís a reminder of how empty I was until I crossed over.
WRATH: You canít be seriousó
VOID: How stifling the Old Ways were, with rules and strictures that smothered us until there was no life left in usó
WRATH: Do you hear what youíre saying?
VOID: Donít YOU hear what Iím saying? Youíre dead, Wrath, and you donít even know it. You used to be alive and vibrant. You and I could take on anything together and we had no fearó
WRATH: WHY DID YOU ABANDON ME?
VOID: I did it for us, Wrath. So you could see for yourself. I sacrificed my glory for youó
WRATH: (Cry of anguish) NO !!!!!!! SAY IT ISN'T SO!!!!
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