Here we go, Hatebreed's sequel to The Rise Of Brutality, SUPREMACY!
You just thought it was just an even more metallic release from Jamey J and Tha 'Breed, well you were wrong, this shit is a rock opera.
Prologue:
When we last saw Jasta, he was a deposed dictator on house arrest. One day, Jasta was watching TV, bored as usual when he decided to grab something out of the fridge. In that moment --for reasons totally unknown-- NUCLEAR WAR BREAKS OUT ACROSS THE EARTH. JASTA IS BLOWN IN HALF, HIS HALVES LANDING HUNDREDS OF MILES APART, BURIED AMONG THE RUBBLE OF CIVILIZATION.
Chapter 1: "Defeatist"
It has been thousands of years since the nuclear holocaust, mankind is constantly at war for uncontaminated land and resources. It is in this dark age that a group of wizards gathered to resurrect Jasta to lead them to a world where they would not be trapped within their own apathy as they spiral into a cycle of loss. Using dark magic they set about bringing back to life the half of Jasta that they had unearthed while digging for clean water and lost technology. Little did they know that the half of Jasta they were bringing back was JASTA'S EVIL HALF!
Evil Jasta raged against those who gave him life again as a magical cyborg. Indiscriminately killing many of them. In the wizards eyes, he was cursed. They saw no fix, no cure, that their unholy work was tortured with imperfection. They said to him, "Your hatred is aimless!"
Evil Jasta proclaimed "This is my hatred, this is my vow: never to be broken!"
"Because you hate yourself and you hate this world and you hate the fact that you hate everybody!" one wizard retorted.
"Defeatist!" Evil Jasta roared "You and I will never be the same!!!"
Jasta then laid waste to all the wizards, all but one, Franklin Three-Staff, who escaped, vowing to find the good half of Jasta so that he could right the wrong he had helped unleash upon the scorched, post-apocalyptic earth.
Chapter 2: "Horrors Of Self"
Evil Jasta wandered the barren desert, coming to grips with his new surroundings, his new body and his death. Looking at himself in a puddle of toxic water, the evil cyborg spit at his own reflection, spewing hatred towards reality, feeling as though a speck of sand in an endless desert of agony, Evil Jasta walked...
Chapter 3: "Mind Over All"
Jasta became empowered, overcoming his confusion over his second life, he decided that there was no limit to what could be achieved. Staring into glory, Evil Jasta realized he must end the instability.
Chapter 4: "To The Threshold"
Evil Jasta begins to amass his army of death and domination. He told them "Give me your broken, give me your beaten! I will build them up! I will lead them to the threshold!" He promised to make them stronger, to make them believe. "I am one in the same, but now stronger than uncertainty!" he told the mutated mobs he attracted town to town, camp to camp.
The lost, beaten, and broken people believed Evil Jasta, desperate to rise up and claim what had been taken by them by shadows of the past, from the depths of their own failures.
Between Evil Jasta's strength and the belief held in him by his army, it would seem he had spit in the face of defeat.
Chapter 5: "Give Wings To My Triumph"
While the cyborg Jasta was walking in the desert, building his army and dominating all who opposed him, the one wizard who escaped, Franklin Three-Staff was on a quest of his own. He had dug up the other half of Jasta, the good half, and had taken to the top of the highest mountain the bring back to life Jasta's good half to do battle with Evil Jasta.
Exposed in his brokenness, for the world to see, Good Jasta was re-assembled by Elder Gods. Given wings for triumphs to come, Good Jasta came into existence in a righteous rage. He told Franklin Three-Staff "Now my fists must never be unclenched." for he would be eternally prevailing against Evil Jasta.
The air crackling with energy around him, Jasta spoke again, "I must endure the misfortune and bring starvation to those who hunger for my defeat! A rise for every fall! A life for every death!"
Pointing down towards the lowlands, Good Jasta roared "See my will before you now!" and flew down, to begin his epic quest to defeat Evil Jasta.
Chapter 6: "Destroy Everything"
Good Jasta's new life began, as he set about destroying everything. He cleansed much of Evil Jasta's empire with fire, helping the grateful peasants to rebuild and start again.
Evil Jasta returned in kind, destroying everything Good Jasta built, decimating all who threatened him; obliterating all that made him weak.
This cycle continued for quite some time.
Chapter 7: "Divine Judgment"
Evil Jasta paced his castle, discussing the rumors that his resurrected good half was the one setting his camps and cities ablaze. Evil Jasta and a warlord discussed the possibility that it might be the work of the divine.
"Born now are new saviors sent to steal our breath" the warlord said. The warlord pointed out the window towards peasants in the market square, "The angels they claim may be sent to take your life. Some claim its justified-" Evil Jasta glowered at the warlord. The warlord, afraid, continued, "-some say it's the judgment of the divine."
"How could it be the work of their divinity?" Evil Jasta asked, anger building.
Seemingly possessed, the warlord answered "Its divine retribution."
In a rage, Evil Jasta ripped the warlord's head off.
Chapter 8: "Immortal Enemies"
One night, an old man began to tell his grandson a tale, "When the conflict never ceases and the enemies are immortal, only their names and faces change, so a stance must always be held."
Across the town from the old man, Good Jasta was raiding one of Evil Jasta's camps, only to discover that EVIL JASTA WAS IN THE FUCKING CAMP. A mighty battle began, and it seemed as if Good Jasta was to be victorious, but Evil Jasta was just too strong. He chopped off Good Jasta's arm at the elbow with the unholy Doomsayer blade and then jammed a mace into the stump, mace first. He then picked up the defeated Jasta and spit in his face before throwing him high into the air.
About five minutes later, Good Jasta landed by the old man who was finishing his tale. Good Jasta is alive but just barely. He whispered to the shocked old man "another day dies, I'm looking, I'm lasting..." and then lost consciousness.
Chapter 9: "The Most Truth"
Good Jasta was near death after his confrontation with Evil Jasta and was being carried by his followers into a tent. "Let's go!" one of his disciples yelled as they put him down on the table to operate. They began to pull out the mace, but Good Jasta stopped them.
He stood up, bleeding profusely and screamed "The pain is here to tell me that I'm still alive! Alive to fight another day! Because the pain reveals the most truth!"
He kicked everyone out of the make-shift infirmary so that he could meditate and heal. When he emerged from the tent the next day, his followers saw the scars
behind his eyes and felt the sting of daylight; saw the changing tide. They saw that the horizon taunted him no longer, the truth was again born into him.
Chapter 10: "Never Let It Die"
Two years passed after The Two Jastas did battle. Both sides have been building their armies and preparing for the Final Battle. Now the fight was to be on until there was nothing left. Good Jasta looked over his troops before they began their march to war and began to speak:
"Bonds are strengthened when they've been tested and mended when they've been torn. So give all of yourself that there is to give because in life to have never risked is to have never lived!
"So resolve, reassure and push on with out fear! Ignite the flame, because only you govern what tomorrow holds! It's inside us all waiting to be awoken , it's more than words describe. This is the spark, let it burn, make it build; it will never be denied!"
Good Jasta asked of his horde, "Will you let it die?"
"NEVER!" the horde replied.
Oh yes, the fight was on.
Chapter 11: "Spitting Venom"
While on their march to war, Good Jasta's forces encountered a giant cyclops. This cyclops spit venom, indiscriminately. Alone and provoked by the human intrusion, its' anger deep and lasting, it spit its venom in the eyes of countless warriors.
"Mock and slander with your empty threats! Spineless cowards soon to be revealed!" the cyclops bellowed as he spit more venom, completely unwilling to have any meaningful dialogue with Good Jasta, he only lashed out after a lifetime of torment.
Jasta tried to reason with it, to get it to join his cause saying "Believe what you may! Say what you will-"
"I'LL SPIT MY VENOM IN THE EYES OF YOUR WORLD! SPIT! SPIT! SPIT!!!" roared the cyclops as it renewed its mindlessly hateful attack. Good Jasta slew the beast, but was saddened by the killing; he felt that the cyclops could have found acceptance and been great use in his ranks.
Chapter 12: "As Die Hard As They Come"
Good Jasta's troops reached Evil Jasta's fortress and set up camp outside of the gates. Jasta gathered his army for a speech before they all went to sleep, since he knew he would never see them again.
"Some of us have had their fateful day, when harmony fades and life stands still. Those who were willing to sacrifice were blessed with the instinct to survive!
"This is for those who've escaped the torment! You know real courage , you are as diehard as they come!!!
"This is for those who never wavered! You are fearless , you are as diehard as they come!!!"
Everyone went to sleep to rest up for the next days battle for supremacy of the world.
Chapter 13: "Supremacy Of Self"
"Some wars must be won alone" Good Jasta whispered to himself as he left camp early in the morning before any of his gathered horde had even awoken. His plan was to fight Evil Jasta himself, saving both armies from the needless bloodshed, even if it meant he had to die as well.
Evil Jasta was waiting for him. "Am I the only one who is standing in my way?" the cyborg asked.
"Am I my own merciless enemy?" Good Jasta shot back.
"Can I stand back looking deep into death's gaze?" Evil Jasta asked, enjoying the banter.
"Can I turn and face myself and the knowledge of what shouldn't be?" Good Jasta asked as he ripped the mace from his stump and attacked Evil Jasta.
Eons later, in the afterlife, the Whole Jasta was heard to say "To look into my heart, was to to look into hell. Controlled by the voice of fear I was completely overwhelmed. So concerned with the things I could never change..."
"NOW I MUST INSURE TO NEVER FULFILL THAT PROPHECY!" Good Jasta screamed as he struck Evil Jasta in the skull with the mace as he was run through the heart by Evil Jasta's Doomsayer Blade. Both erupt in light, as they attain Supremacy of mind, of body, of spirit and of self; their spirits combined, they then ascended, leaving the earthly plane forever, humanity left to lead themselves.
THE END
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