Pilon [WWF; Mideon, the Lord of Darkness]
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schizoauthoress_libraryTitle: Pilon
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: set after the January 25th, 1999 RAW where Mabel was turned to Viscera
Warnings: disturbing imagery, mentions of eye trauma
Prompt/Fill: none
Word Count: 1139
Summary: Mideon once said, about the eye in a jar, "I couldn't give this up -- this was a special present from the Undertaker..." This is how Mideon was gifted with his friend.
Word of the Day: chockablock, adjective: Extremely full; crowded; jammed.
adverb: In a crowded manner; "books piled chockablock on the narrow shelf".
Pilon
Flat on his back in one of the practice rings, Mideon struggled to get his breath back after a vicious clothesline from Bradshaw.
"Man!" he heard Viscera exclaim, "Do you always work so stiff?" Then his new tag team partner leaned over him, offering one big hand to help Mideon up.
Mideon took Viscera's hand gratefully, and got into a sitting position. "I'm okay... really..." Mideon said, "Just... landed wrong..."
"Disciples."
With that single word from the Lord of Darkness, all four fighters froze, and turned to face their leader as one unit. Mideon scrambled to his feet, feeling graceless and foolish. It was a relief to see that the Lord of Darkness was not looking directly at him.
"Continue working with Viscera," the Lord of Darkness ordered. His gaze flicked to Bradshaw specifically. "We must teach him to work properly, my Acolytes."
Bradshaw flushed red, managing a nod as he replied, "Your will be done," in unison with Faarooq.
Mideon barely kept his composure when the Lord of Darkness's eyes met his.
Hundreds of destinies hung in the balance of his action. Fates swirled around him, interwove and frayed apart -- possibilities lived and died in each course of action considered or abandoned by the Lord of Darkness. It was dizzying, and far too easy for Mideon to become lost in.
The Lord of Darkness beckoned silently, and Mideon moved forward as if in a trance. He managed to ask, soft and strained, "My Lord?" as he ducked through the ropes. The Lord of Darkness waited to respond, silent until Mideon stepped off the ring apron and stood on the floor.
"Come along, Mideon," the Lord of Darkness said, "I have something for you." With that, he turned to leave and Mideon fell into step behind him.
They exited the training facility through the same door that the Ministry had used to enter that morning. Instead of the hallway that led to the locker rooms, though, Mideon followed the Lord of Darkness into a narrow corridor of dark, shiny stone. The air was brisk and the darkness was thick, lit only by sconces that burned with an unearthly, pale blue flame. Mideon walked without fear or surprise, trusting in the Lord of Darkness.
****
When Dennis Knight was abducted by the Acolytes, they'd chained him up in a dungeon, all alone. After Dennis had endured that imprisonment long enough, the Acolytes threw him into the bedlam of some ritual involving the cultists within the Ministry.
Mideon could not remember what it had been like, exactly, to experience such a thing -- not as Dennis Knight, the man he once was. There was so much more demanding his awareness and attention now. Looking back on his memories as that man felt like trying to recall the details of a movie he'd watched with his eyes closed.
But Mideon knew he'd never been shown this room before.
Mideon gazed around the small room, at the rows and rows of glass containers lining the shelves. Each contained a single eye still attached to a short length of optic nerve tissue, which floated in a mysterious clear solution. And each eye was staring back at him, following his movements back and forth.
"This is my fate," Mideon said with certainty.
"This is the fate of all who are chosen as the seer of the Lord of Darkness," the Undertaker confirmed. "At death, an eye is plucked from their head and imbued with part of their spirit."
"...to stay in the realm of darkness forever," Mideon whispered, along with the chorus of mental voices from the watching eyes, "always to serve, and never to leave your side."
A note of warmth colored the Lord of Darkness's tone as he observed, "Mark thought that you would like that. Your life has been lacking certainty, and you are unsure of your place in the world, aren't you?"
"Mark thought of me..." Mideon marvelled.
"Of course he did," the Lord of Darkness said. "Did you think that you were selected at random? That I would take anyone as my seer?"
Perhaps the shade of a former seer answered those questions for him, because the Lord of Darkness laughed suddenly. He rested a hand on Mideon's shoulder.
"No, Mideon. You, too, were chosen."
We saw that you had the potential to be like us. We saw, and we said so. We wanted you among us, Mideon.
Mideon felt tears threaten, felt his throat constrict, and tried his best to keep his emotions controlled. He was wanted. He'd been sought out, and he had value.
"You struggle to control your gift. I've seen the strain it places on you."
Mideon's first thought -- tinged with panic -- was that the Lord of Darkness was going to revoke Mideon's visionary powers, that he'd failed and disappointed his savior. And then the voices of the former seers filled his mind, soft and reassuring -- no, you will not be cast aside; fear not; have faith, Mideon.
The Lord of Darkness watched in silence, waiting until the tension left Mideon's body to speak again. "Do not be afraid, Mideon. I know that your path is a difficult one."
Mideon took a breath. "Y-yes, my Lord."
"I think that perhaps you will find a willing teacher here," the Lord of Darkness said, smiling slightly when Mideon whirled around and stared at him in surprise. He lifted a hand to indicate the many shelves, and the various bottled and jarred eyes they held. "You may ask."
Mideon grinned widely at the unexpected kindness, and his heart was ever more firmly devoted to the Lord of Darkness with just that simple gesture. He looked at the shelves again, reaching out his hands. His fingers skimmed the air before the glass containers, as he didn't dare touch them, not yet.
'Please, will you help me?' Mideon thought.
The murmur from the former seers went indistinct -- perhaps they spoke among each other. Then a single voice rang clear in Mideon's mind.
I will be your teacher, Mideon.
His hands found the jar containing the speaker's eye with ease. The moment he touched the glass, a sense of peace and welcome filled him.
Fervently, Mideon whispered, "I will be a good student. I will serve our Lord of Darkness. I swear it."
Behind him, the Lord of Darkness smiled, well pleased with the vow. The Higher Power's plans were slowly coming to fruition, and as the Ministry of Darkness grew in power, victory would be sure to follow.
Nor did he miss how Mideon's faith was placed in him, and not the Higher Power above him. That might be useful someday. The Lord of Darkness knew, through untold years of experience, that it was often a wounded, lonely heart which -- when tended to properly -- would be the most unshakably loyal in the end.
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Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: set after the January 25th, 1999 RAW where Mabel was turned to Viscera
Warnings: disturbing imagery, mentions of eye trauma
Prompt/Fill: none
Word Count: 1139
Summary: Mideon once said, about the eye in a jar, "I couldn't give this up -- this was a special present from the Undertaker..." This is how Mideon was gifted with his friend.
Word of the Day: chockablock, adjective: Extremely full; crowded; jammed.
adverb: In a crowded manner; "books piled chockablock on the narrow shelf".
Pilon
Flat on his back in one of the practice rings, Mideon struggled to get his breath back after a vicious clothesline from Bradshaw.
"Man!" he heard Viscera exclaim, "Do you always work so stiff?" Then his new tag team partner leaned over him, offering one big hand to help Mideon up.
Mideon took Viscera's hand gratefully, and got into a sitting position. "I'm okay... really..." Mideon said, "Just... landed wrong..."
"Disciples."
With that single word from the Lord of Darkness, all four fighters froze, and turned to face their leader as one unit. Mideon scrambled to his feet, feeling graceless and foolish. It was a relief to see that the Lord of Darkness was not looking directly at him.
"Continue working with Viscera," the Lord of Darkness ordered. His gaze flicked to Bradshaw specifically. "We must teach him to work properly, my Acolytes."
Bradshaw flushed red, managing a nod as he replied, "Your will be done," in unison with Faarooq.
Mideon barely kept his composure when the Lord of Darkness's eyes met his.
Hundreds of destinies hung in the balance of his action. Fates swirled around him, interwove and frayed apart -- possibilities lived and died in each course of action considered or abandoned by the Lord of Darkness. It was dizzying, and far too easy for Mideon to become lost in.
The Lord of Darkness beckoned silently, and Mideon moved forward as if in a trance. He managed to ask, soft and strained, "My Lord?" as he ducked through the ropes. The Lord of Darkness waited to respond, silent until Mideon stepped off the ring apron and stood on the floor.
"Come along, Mideon," the Lord of Darkness said, "I have something for you." With that, he turned to leave and Mideon fell into step behind him.
They exited the training facility through the same door that the Ministry had used to enter that morning. Instead of the hallway that led to the locker rooms, though, Mideon followed the Lord of Darkness into a narrow corridor of dark, shiny stone. The air was brisk and the darkness was thick, lit only by sconces that burned with an unearthly, pale blue flame. Mideon walked without fear or surprise, trusting in the Lord of Darkness.
****
When Dennis Knight was abducted by the Acolytes, they'd chained him up in a dungeon, all alone. After Dennis had endured that imprisonment long enough, the Acolytes threw him into the bedlam of some ritual involving the cultists within the Ministry.
Mideon could not remember what it had been like, exactly, to experience such a thing -- not as Dennis Knight, the man he once was. There was so much more demanding his awareness and attention now. Looking back on his memories as that man felt like trying to recall the details of a movie he'd watched with his eyes closed.
But Mideon knew he'd never been shown this room before.
Mideon gazed around the small room, at the rows and rows of glass containers lining the shelves. Each contained a single eye still attached to a short length of optic nerve tissue, which floated in a mysterious clear solution. And each eye was staring back at him, following his movements back and forth.
"This is my fate," Mideon said with certainty.
"This is the fate of all who are chosen as the seer of the Lord of Darkness," the Undertaker confirmed. "At death, an eye is plucked from their head and imbued with part of their spirit."
"...to stay in the realm of darkness forever," Mideon whispered, along with the chorus of mental voices from the watching eyes, "always to serve, and never to leave your side."
A note of warmth colored the Lord of Darkness's tone as he observed, "Mark thought that you would like that. Your life has been lacking certainty, and you are unsure of your place in the world, aren't you?"
"Mark thought of me..." Mideon marvelled.
"Of course he did," the Lord of Darkness said. "Did you think that you were selected at random? That I would take anyone as my seer?"
Perhaps the shade of a former seer answered those questions for him, because the Lord of Darkness laughed suddenly. He rested a hand on Mideon's shoulder.
"No, Mideon. You, too, were chosen."
We saw that you had the potential to be like us. We saw, and we said so. We wanted you among us, Mideon.
Mideon felt tears threaten, felt his throat constrict, and tried his best to keep his emotions controlled. He was wanted. He'd been sought out, and he had value.
"You struggle to control your gift. I've seen the strain it places on you."
Mideon's first thought -- tinged with panic -- was that the Lord of Darkness was going to revoke Mideon's visionary powers, that he'd failed and disappointed his savior. And then the voices of the former seers filled his mind, soft and reassuring -- no, you will not be cast aside; fear not; have faith, Mideon.
The Lord of Darkness watched in silence, waiting until the tension left Mideon's body to speak again. "Do not be afraid, Mideon. I know that your path is a difficult one."
Mideon took a breath. "Y-yes, my Lord."
"I think that perhaps you will find a willing teacher here," the Lord of Darkness said, smiling slightly when Mideon whirled around and stared at him in surprise. He lifted a hand to indicate the many shelves, and the various bottled and jarred eyes they held. "You may ask."
Mideon grinned widely at the unexpected kindness, and his heart was ever more firmly devoted to the Lord of Darkness with just that simple gesture. He looked at the shelves again, reaching out his hands. His fingers skimmed the air before the glass containers, as he didn't dare touch them, not yet.
'Please, will you help me?' Mideon thought.
The murmur from the former seers went indistinct -- perhaps they spoke among each other. Then a single voice rang clear in Mideon's mind.
I will be your teacher, Mideon.
His hands found the jar containing the speaker's eye with ease. The moment he touched the glass, a sense of peace and welcome filled him.
Fervently, Mideon whispered, "I will be a good student. I will serve our Lord of Darkness. I swear it."
Behind him, the Lord of Darkness smiled, well pleased with the vow. The Higher Power's plans were slowly coming to fruition, and as the Ministry of Darkness grew in power, victory would be sure to follow.
Nor did he miss how Mideon's faith was placed in him, and not the Higher Power above him. That might be useful someday. The Lord of Darkness knew, through untold years of experience, that it was often a wounded, lonely heart which -- when tended to properly -- would be the most unshakably loyal in the end.
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