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2:06 AM EDT April 23, 2023:

Black Sabbath - "The Writ" From the album Sabotage (July 28, 1975)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Heavy fucking metal

Happy Anniversary Sabotage

July 28,1975

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Passion’s Twist

🎵 Music 🎵 In a chilling pitch confronted right before the shadowy seated past the organ’s conductor pausing clearly detecting the Captain’s arrival. Underestimating and not paying attention to his vessel’s intruder that’s just how the former gap and dynamic of what was so known frail prior a plant that’s existence was only to be stomped on. "This is a world where we barter for freedom do you remember that price?" “Blood." A signalized assurance that this was inescapable as was their pact before going into a war-zone now they were the parties involved and they’d spill. For beliefs, for principals, for freedom stands the mightiest and tallest. It was time to see what they do with their own respective. The Betrayer obviously chose to dominate and like any tyrannical with power they’d enslave any beneather.

Fiendishly hands came unraveled from the organ The Betrayer’s figure came unglued, a side-stand with a pipe was dragged off rest. A cheap and forward lunge came darting from out through a trench coat the rugged Midlander of porcelain complexion revealed before a lighting strike nearby a dangling choker carrying a tiny dirk near his torso a message of his inner characteristics an untrustworthy backstabber. Instinctively Captain recoiled defensively to block grabbing one grip between him and the blunt object. However he had forgotten as often a turncoat always carries under their sleeves pocketed disaster. Shivs drew out and plunged into the forearm deeply of the Seeker causing him to bellow out in agony. Two inserted before Kuro bounced back on his feet. Stammering as fitting First blood was drawn. He pried the steel from his arms chunking them like darts to the owner. Who batted them with the lead pipe. Shaking his head and fighting off the fatigue settling quickly in that was telling him to fall to rest. Kuro stood back up and charging in grit a tucked under palm like a hand holding out for fountain water drew to collect his own blood when he closed in the distance he’d stop suddenly and slather it forward as like tar to blind using his own blood. Now another grunt echoed back from opposition aimlessly the pipes swung towards the direction. Kuro taking the wrists and swinging around and elbowing to the heart of Bellum caused him to disarm before growling out and now charging also back. He’d shove Kuro towards the organ and then continue thrashing and wailing on him banging and drumming the skull of the Miqo’te against the keyboard making them both flounder from the tune that sought to deprive them of their hearing. Shouting back, “Ye should’ve stayed dead!!!“ As his adrenaline and rage spiked his memories recalling his fondness and their bond that he squandered to the waste side. However it seemed he hadn’t truly buried it far enough under internal shallow. A daze rang against the Seeker who barely heard through who hung and began curling to block his face against being slammed the boarded prints grazed his cheeks. He’d kick back hitting the kneecap of the blindly rampant and then capitalize on hitting a below the belt hit. Staggering back and wincing he bought enough time before both them in the center room locked up again. Punching each-other senseless square in the face unguarded blow after blow they began swelling up already. Every emotion tossed back they felt the depletion in their vitality with each landed impact. Kuro staggering and teetering allowed opportunity for the Dirk on The Betrayer’s necklace to be removed and hastily close in. Kuro barely grabbed his wrists in-time, the razor literally an ilm off from hitting his pupil. His leather boot squished and stood on his armed opponent to keep him locked in and prevent from scooting off. They both in guttural wrenches looked to hold decisiveness. Kuro’s eye’s glowered brighter than before as his pupil spun and shaped into using his gifted amplified Star-Sight. He cross-chopped in the neck Bellum losing his hold as the tiny blade disappeared, after it lost from his grips seemingly disappearing in vanish. Captain in pure sharp pain cried a shout back at it ran against his face in his reflective pupil the knife was lodged and vaulted into a pocketed of him. He’d send it back to him magically drifting out of his palm and placing it against the thorax of The Betrayer putting him into a ending situation. Instead however of slashing or leading more bloodshed Captain as that wasn’t ever his aim, he pushed with every bit of his physical and animistic other portion of him as his runic forearm glowed around with engravings lending from his every core.

As Bellum was tossed by Feral Kuro towering over protruding in crimson lightly under his bottom lip and fall on his rump the crooked Warlord getting his payment back out of his conqueror none came close but this ghost standing before haunting him, he was beside himself,"Why'd ye blasted come back dammit!?" The gravity of loss was felt his muscles too weak to muscle or string up defenselessly.

With sorrow lineament in amber hues, "When you love something you know not even the currents cannot keep you apart. In my case, someone..." Right as Bellum's pupil's extended a love message sent in poetic fashion realizing this wasn't grudge for scorned pride but unspoken feelings that were mutual, like a gun shot he'd drum a booming chin kick to Bellum's slowly raising and weakened frame sliding up upside the wall he was pent against gathering right in position before a stained window all the pressure and force sent him shattering and splintering his back and mind rolling to faded black, the pop heard across the jaw in weighted heartfelt emotion.

Right before the unconscious and Bellum's lost defeated corpse sunk below in semblance of the same treatment the Captain endured when exiled and being beaten in his parley, calloused hands studiously latched to his opponent's ankles pulled back with a merciful save.

"All this that transpired was me confronting you; a past. I wasn't strong enough prior for either of our goals or ambitions, I faltered as th' Captain everyone deserved or saw that was needed and should've properly led. Well here's me reclaiming a rewrite by pages of one."

He'd cradle somberly in kinship, laying back and putting his former First Matey into his bed and heartily deliver a 'Last' smooch on the forehead in his restless state stained in their blood they went to war for the value in what was shared. Compassion unleashed in it's own potent strength now seen.

Battered, bruised from heads to toe, he still tasted that hinted of metallic blood in his mouth and limped outside against a Sunlight departing from the aftermath. It marked this was over and settled as was the pouring storm. Everything read in clear-skies. Taking in a breathe for his next destination to register, "How peculiar... I think I've the unique mood for some tea, think I heard some rumbling over yonder. That'll hold fer me." His head readjusting with the winds against his sun-kissed frame as his gaze held towards the direction of The Shroud’s that’s where his ‘Next’ was drawn.