<Cross posted in "A Field of White Flowers">
After the sun had set and the day's business was concluded, Roderick Kingsely reclined silently in his high backed leather chair, pondering the hazy future. Funny thing was, the past was always ever so clear and the present was always a looming apparition. But the future, that shifty concept, was always so damned enigmatic.
Ever since being thrust into this strange world of Rhydin, Roderick Kingsley had tasted many victories and yes a few "setbacks". Surely it all happened so fast, and the very idea of him staying in "retirement" was an utterly foolish notion that he could no longer bring himself to even attempt to uphold.
Retire" Just how does a goblin retire, nevermind The Hobgoblin himself" He had found himself propelled into a whirlwind of desire and lust that was being fueled malignantly by a deep seeded craving for power eternal. And the gorgeous visage of this yearning was, of course, the infernal goddess herself. That black-souled demonic woman whose lips and claws dripped with blood as fluidly as a faucet ran; she who could effortlessly dispense pleasure and pain as though they were mere droplets of neverending candy...Renna.
Renna, that entrancing seductress, had unquestionably become his mad obsession; his dominant fixation. Kingsley had brushed elbows with many individuals of great power in his lifetime, and frankly some of the arrogant fools who this magnificent queen surrounded herself with, despite being powerful, were complete fools nonetheless. He had seen them come a dime a dozen from his own world, and therefore their ridiculous opinion that "Earth" itself was diminutive only showed just how infantile their perception of the universe truly was. That of course, was fine with him. Kingsley would use that veil of ignorance as a powerful shield until it was time to rid himself of all potential rivals in this court.
In the meanwhile, Kingsley was growing a bit restless and the Hobgoblin was growing ever more hungry and impatient. The Goblin after all had not been used to even near his full potential as of yet. In his own world, he had personally locked horns in single combat with the likes of Spiderman, Thor, and even the Hulk himself; there was much more he could do here to further his Mistress's cause. As soon as he had gazed into her black eyes, this sociopath instantaneously saw the infinite suffering and emptiness that she harbored deep within her very abyssal soul. At that very moment, even before she tightly gripped his throat with the strength of a legion of men, Kingsley knew that Renna, as she so chose to be named in this world, was a devourer of many and an immortal queen amongst queens.
Renna. The very name rolled off his tongue and his thoughts so smoothly. In accordance, the smoky taste of his aged scotch bathed Roderick's lips as he stared forebodingly into the dark corner of his study. This gentlemans drink of choice had always helped to stabilize the CEO and in turn help him to suppress the ever lurking fiend within. Business here in Rhydin was remarkable and despite some legal troubles fueled by that pompous barrister Malorek and those pushy Scathachian enforcers, finance was booming. All good things yes" Yes, yet not enough to fulfill what he had in mind. More. More. More. He needed more.
There was no fat Wilson Fisk here. There was no legion of all powerful heroes who knew of the Goblin's shadowy secrets and his accurately homicidal motives. Sure, Kingsley had heard of a group here calling themselves "The Avengers", but certainly that was a mere coincidence" Hmmmm. Well if it wasn't, he was not simply going to sit back aimlessly while these dogmatic foes fortified their ranks and established themselves as defenders of the land alongside these holy "Scath' woman. He would not just allow the ghosts he left behind in New York to be reborn here under new names. Not a damned chance. Much blood would be spilt before such a slight would occur.
He sighed quietly as the rich scotch was absorbed into his bloodstream. The malevolent goddess had some impressive design for a plan in store, though she had kept it largely silent up until this point. Roderick would of course serve her loyally, as she was unlike anyone or anything else in the universe that he had thus far encountered. She was a wicked siren of sorts who had ensnared his murderous hand, and both he and the Hobgoblin were hers to command on this expanding chessboard. Protect his queen, that is what this knight would do. Protect his queen no matter who else was sacrificed. And by doing so, they would both protect the "king? which was of course the grand design of mayhem, destruction, harvest, and the ultimate reign of the glorious being known as Renna.
As he closed his eyes to delve deeper into grave thought, Kingsley knew that it was time to officially open the game with a loud BANG.
After the sun had set and the day's business was concluded, Roderick Kingsely reclined silently in his high backed leather chair, pondering the hazy future. Funny thing was, the past was always ever so clear and the present was always a looming apparition. But the future, that shifty concept, was always so damned enigmatic.
Ever since being thrust into this strange world of Rhydin, Roderick Kingsley had tasted many victories and yes a few "setbacks". Surely it all happened so fast, and the very idea of him staying in "retirement" was an utterly foolish notion that he could no longer bring himself to even attempt to uphold.
Retire" Just how does a goblin retire, nevermind The Hobgoblin himself" He had found himself propelled into a whirlwind of desire and lust that was being fueled malignantly by a deep seeded craving for power eternal. And the gorgeous visage of this yearning was, of course, the infernal goddess herself. That black-souled demonic woman whose lips and claws dripped with blood as fluidly as a faucet ran; she who could effortlessly dispense pleasure and pain as though they were mere droplets of neverending candy...Renna.
Renna, that entrancing seductress, had unquestionably become his mad obsession; his dominant fixation. Kingsley had brushed elbows with many individuals of great power in his lifetime, and frankly some of the arrogant fools who this magnificent queen surrounded herself with, despite being powerful, were complete fools nonetheless. He had seen them come a dime a dozen from his own world, and therefore their ridiculous opinion that "Earth" itself was diminutive only showed just how infantile their perception of the universe truly was. That of course, was fine with him. Kingsley would use that veil of ignorance as a powerful shield until it was time to rid himself of all potential rivals in this court.
In the meanwhile, Kingsley was growing a bit restless and the Hobgoblin was growing ever more hungry and impatient. The Goblin after all had not been used to even near his full potential as of yet. In his own world, he had personally locked horns in single combat with the likes of Spiderman, Thor, and even the Hulk himself; there was much more he could do here to further his Mistress's cause. As soon as he had gazed into her black eyes, this sociopath instantaneously saw the infinite suffering and emptiness that she harbored deep within her very abyssal soul. At that very moment, even before she tightly gripped his throat with the strength of a legion of men, Kingsley knew that Renna, as she so chose to be named in this world, was a devourer of many and an immortal queen amongst queens.
Renna. The very name rolled off his tongue and his thoughts so smoothly. In accordance, the smoky taste of his aged scotch bathed Roderick's lips as he stared forebodingly into the dark corner of his study. This gentlemans drink of choice had always helped to stabilize the CEO and in turn help him to suppress the ever lurking fiend within. Business here in Rhydin was remarkable and despite some legal troubles fueled by that pompous barrister Malorek and those pushy Scathachian enforcers, finance was booming. All good things yes" Yes, yet not enough to fulfill what he had in mind. More. More. More. He needed more.
There was no fat Wilson Fisk here. There was no legion of all powerful heroes who knew of the Goblin's shadowy secrets and his accurately homicidal motives. Sure, Kingsley had heard of a group here calling themselves "The Avengers", but certainly that was a mere coincidence" Hmmmm. Well if it wasn't, he was not simply going to sit back aimlessly while these dogmatic foes fortified their ranks and established themselves as defenders of the land alongside these holy "Scath' woman. He would not just allow the ghosts he left behind in New York to be reborn here under new names. Not a damned chance. Much blood would be spilt before such a slight would occur.
He sighed quietly as the rich scotch was absorbed into his bloodstream. The malevolent goddess had some impressive design for a plan in store, though she had kept it largely silent up until this point. Roderick would of course serve her loyally, as she was unlike anyone or anything else in the universe that he had thus far encountered. She was a wicked siren of sorts who had ensnared his murderous hand, and both he and the Hobgoblin were hers to command on this expanding chessboard. Protect his queen, that is what this knight would do. Protect his queen no matter who else was sacrificed. And by doing so, they would both protect the "king? which was of course the grand design of mayhem, destruction, harvest, and the ultimate reign of the glorious being known as Renna.
As he closed his eyes to delve deeper into grave thought, Kingsley knew that it was time to officially open the game with a loud BANG.