"And it shall come to pass, that as the LORD rejoiced over you to do you good, and to multiply you; so the LORD will rejoice over you to destroy you, and to bring you to nought; and ye shall be plucked from off the land whither thou goest to possess it." (Deuteronomy 28:63)
(Senester): You’re a severely ungrateful woman Diana. Did you not come to understand the value of life when your children were left to play with a snake in the bathroom of your home? Did their visit to the emergency room, the intricate search for the appropriate anti-venom, and your restless anticipation not bring you a renewed sense of gratuity? You ungrateful wench. If it had not been for the love of your brother you would have been just another feast of a ceaseless disease of modern medicine. I know of no atrocities Butch committed. I have no comprehension of evil deeds or these so-called “dreadful things” he’s been accused of performing. Let me tell you who your brother is, and I say these things not for you, who I care nothing for, but for him…for there is a small measure of promise left within him. Indulge me if you will…
The day the proud lion entered the black gates of Dark Horse Towers was…indescribable. You speak of the actions men in making mere phone calls…so surely you must know what it means of any normal man to humble himself let alone one the likes of your brother. I have many special interests and the sciences are but one. Butch made arrangements for you to be taken into my care for the mere expense of a few errands. His hand was never forced. I gave no such request for him to kill innocents. The man he encountered on the Lady Moura felt the lion’s bite in a sparring match. Miss Lang’s execution of her freedom of speech came with consequences not of my command. The individuals at the Red Cross were thieves and extortionists. I do admit however that I did give him the services of the lovely Minerva, she was a gift, a “reward” as I explained at the time. He did with her as he himself chose to do…I made no demands other than he merely keep her company. It appears that he favored a physical relationship with her, perhaps even fancied a dutiful woman compared to the contesting vixen he was more familiar with in Wisdom. You should be happy, you’re going to be an aunt.
I am accustomed to man turning against me. I give from benevolence from the heavens and man taints them with dirty words and calls them vile, cruel atrocities. At Blood, Sweat and Tears I made my last payment to Butch by reviving you from your stasis. I found it only appropriate for you to understand just a small fraction of the efforts your brother put forth in order to give you the gift of life through my hands. You turned his moment of fulfillment into something it was not by denying him your simple thanks. Are you put off by the fact that you’re brother is not the man you thought he was. That for once in his life he decided to see things clearly? You were a very inconsiderate woman Diana. You had refused they typical chemotherapy treatment, and had resolved yourself to the spending your remaining days in pain. You were content with your family watching you suffer. You were content with denying your children to see you ever again as you began to waste away. You were content in your sad, little goodbye’s. You were content in locking yourself away in a pitiful hospital room waiting for Butch to come claim your lifeless gray body. In all these things, make no mistake Diana…you were never at peace with me…why do you tell such lies?
I’ve saved both your lives and look at you each squander them in your own way. Everything was stripped down to the bare bone for Butch when there was only love to worry about. He realized that the cheer or boo of the fans does not matter. He learned that in the locker room, the words “friend,” and “respect” mean nothing, and that there is only distrust, selfishness and mans inherent need for self-preservation and the status quo. These are the things that disappointed him. These are the things that should disappoint you knowing that he walked in the world so blindly until now. You of all people stricken with illness having the bare bones of life exposed for you as well should know what really matters, but you are a common woman, with common thoughts, common beliefs, common abilities, and common prospects. Perhaps you are incapable of understanding, but I will help you.
As surely as he knew the extent in which I could assist the Parker family, your brother knows that I do not like to waste my time. You will go to him Diana, you will peel the shoe and sock from his feet like a famished man the skin of a banana and you will kiss the feet of Butch Parker in my name. You will sing your praise to me before the world. You will thank me, your lord and master for providing this opportunity, this second life, and as your lips taste your brothers feet, as I hear your song you will remember…that what I have given you…I can take away.
In the end however I am left to feel slighted. Butch’s words since Blood, Sweat and Tears have been unfavorable. Did I not do everything I agreed in our arrangement? Did I not give him a choice in everything? It pains me that once again the lion turns to bite the hand that feeds. I alone have shown you the true nature, the true hearts of people. I alone have given you what you asked of me. Why now do I hear seething rage directed at me? Why is it that Butch Parker wants to tear me asunder? Might this have anything to do with your daughter…she who I never claimed that you would not see, nor take part in her life? I am not your enemy Butch Parker, do not make me one. I have made no demands of you until now…bring Diana to Havoc. There she will perform the ceremony that I described for all to see. There she will kiss your naked feet, and praise my name.
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