Post by Zenki on Dec 22, 2018 10:26:40 GMT -5
Oh how do the minions mourn. Crying rain drops that threaten to drown us all. Hundreds of Zealots surround the site of Zenki’s recent “rebirth”. The stones that once encapsulated our great Lord now rest upon the ground in small mounds paying homage to the many that died that day with America’s attempt to seal away our Great and Mighty Lord.
Chiaki stands almost in the center of the Zealots, to the left of the pillar that once supported Zenki’s stone form. Her typical priestess garb clings to her form, her right hand rises to gain the attention of the crowd who’s faces are as moist as the victims of water torture.
“Brothers. Sisters. Mighty Commanders of the Demon Brigade and Zealots of our Almighty Lord Zenki. Do not cry as thought things are coming to an end. Thought MAX-J may be closing its doors that is no reason to lament. Our Lord is not dead. The heathens of the west tried to eliminate our Lord once, and they merely sealed him away for a time. Zenki is greater than the forces that try to slay him and his spirit now runs deep within each of you.
Many Zealots have hope return to their eyes, their tears slowly drying up as they wipe the dew from their eyes like young children after a hard cry. In the rear of gathering. Zealots begin to gasp as glory strokes their cheeks. Master Zenki, Demon Child of Thunder and Light appears almost as if from thin air. His children find comfort in his presence, blessings from his touch, strength from his power as he makes his way towards Chiaki.
“We are MAX-J Zealots. Thought the company may shut its doors none can bankrupt our spirit. We have grown too strong for anyone to contain and silence our message. We roar like thunder and spread like the flame.”
We can almost feel the spirit of the Zealots rising, heating in their chakra’s and warming the cold December air around them. They begin to rise to their feet as Zenki moves past them, black t-shirts gathering and rising around Chiaki like dark storm clouds over a raging sea. Zenki has made his way to the center of the gathering near Chiaki, his cloak flowing in the wind.
“Lord Zenki was our hope for the future, rising from the past like an old ancestor sent to protect us all. As the dark storm clouds of the Gaijin filth rose from the west and began to encircle us. Zenki was that bright beaming light of hope that kept the monsters at bay. His glory brought natives from around Japan to MAX-J, slowly weeding out the talentless hacks of the white filth. He alone united great talents like Master Grim and the Holy Zombie to form the Demon Brigade and waged war for the soul of Japan.”
Zenki leaps upon the might pillar beside Chiaki, the stone that had supported him for decades no supported him still, just like Zenki had supported Japan. From behind the multitudes, in the shadows of the monastery where torches lit the way, floated a figure his face had begun to be licked by the rays of light cast from the flames.
“Thought this Federation’s history began with the mighty war that is the J1 Summit. Darkness loomed over us as the Gaijin Mike Musket stole the crown of MAX-J from our Lord Zenki, from each and every one of you, Lord Zenki never once forgot about us. He battled Demons from the Deep and Gods from on High in the attempt to grow his power and spread is infamy around the world so that our light, his light, would not die but would instead grow and eventually take what was rightfully Japan’s, the MAX-J Heavyweight Championship. Though gaijin filth may have tainted the title in the beginning, Zenki’s reign has purified it once more. Thought Musket-san may have been the first to wear the title”
Zenki tosses his cloak into the crowd, the MAX-J Championship radiates around his waist. The Zealots are all once again on their feet. They begin to clap their hands together, stomping their feet against the ground, creating the rhythmic, militaristic sound so familiar to them.
“Lord Zenki shall be the last!”
From the shadows behind them all, an old friend removes himself from the shadows, smiling amongst the flames that lick his face. Zenki begins to move as if preforming a ritual dance, ending with him punching the pillar underneath him as fire explodes all around him, stretching into the sky, illuminating our way back to heaven.
“Welcome back, old friend.”
