Gabe Jansen is in the middle of the ring as he manically laughs.
Gabe Jansen:
O ye a very silly man Zealot. Stupidity at it's finest, you amongst the people of the Earth do not tend to recognize the greatness I possess. For ye to be somewhere backstage, trapped forever in eternity unbeknownst to the surroundings that I, Gabe Jansen, the last God of the Universe has to offer. It's apathetic that you crave blood, that you crave to be inflicted in pain. What is it about pain that is so important to you? Because you lost someone that suffered? Hath you not suffered? Hath you not realized that I, of all people witnessed my Angels, Gods and Demons become mortal before me? They say we are immortals, no matter what category, no matter what representation... but they all died, just like you humans. Heaven has been a palace for where I summoned the great Ragnarok, where I summoned my soul and became Gabe Jansen; I provided my soul onto this Earth to provide, to cater for the Earth but all I see is dirt, all I see is filth and humans wanting to sacrifice. To die, not to live forever and provide. That's where the fault lies Zealot, people like you only wish to endure in pain, to see blood on the walls but what do you do if I refuse to offer my services of your wish?
This isn't about the Federation, that is not the importance topic that I am here for Zealot. My role here might seem confusing for one with such a low intelligence like yourself; but my role here is to allow you to step into the World of Jansen. To enable your own soul and realize that whilst I am the last 'God from Heaven', that 'Demons' are also purified into my own soul. I am a great mixture of both, I see the good and I see the evil. I purify myself and classify myself as a 'God'. You only see the 'Evil' therefore you've classified yourself as the 'Demon', but Lucifer never sent you. You do not know Lucifer for he is long dead, so many years ago Lucifer crumbled and the 'Angels' won... the Great War continued for hundreds of years, they ask me how am I only twenty-eight humane years? When I have lived for centuries, when I have the power nobody else possesses?
Your rage of anger, breaking that sink does not show me anything. But a broken man who's left confused about his own will-power and doings. You aren't sent here for anything, you do not believe in anything! You cannot come here and tell me and what I own that you can demolish something so powerful! Zealot; you represent absolutely nothing! You do not understand that my humane years have been spent in Iceland, you do not understand the life I have lived because I've been here since the Creation. The God you all believe in died a long time ago, it died within your souls because you nay-sayers failed to believe! You gave up all hope, just like when Lucifer died! It was all because of people like you Zealot! The people lost hope, the Earth began to crumble, you allowed War upon yourselves. We had a War of Gods many, many centuries ago; before God allowed baby Jesus upon this Earth. Yet I was the last one standing, I sent the Israelis to kill baby Jesus, that was my doing. Then God found out, Jehovah was a witness in all of this. But then I erased his spirit, much like I will do the same to you Zealot.
It is not about the 'Gates of Heaven'. My entry is always there, it is my palace, my domain. Yet when you are no longer able to breathe on this Earth; you then have summoned your soul but it is empty. You don't have a place in Heaven nor Hell, you simply die and become a worm. There is no after-life for you Zealot. You simply just become toxic waste on this Earth, the many that have died who didn't believe ended up as carcass down the Ganges. But many are sent six feet under purified in dirt, but why? Why do you not burn your own soul and become free? This writing on the wall, this infliction you crave Zealot... all you need to do is believe in me, believe in what's right for this Earth, not just the country but what we all represent! You ask about how many litres of blood we require in a human body, but you fail to realize that I am not humane, I am God itself. Those five litres you have in your own flesh and soul slowly disappear from you; you are allowing yourself to be prepared for crucifixion. You, Zealot; have chosen to die and for absolutely nothing. You choose to hypnotize, you choose to allow your mental abilities to become distorted, this isn't a deranged thought from you Zealot. You are simply confused, I know when you grew up as a young child that your Mother and Father were not here for you; all these thoughts you have are because of your anger.
I am here to incarnate you into something better. Nobody gets to correct me Zealot because I am never wrong, I see everything on this Earth. I see how everyone has crumbled and lost it's own faith. You, Zealot... of all people that I have seen. I was mistaken when I thought you would have changed a few years ago, the secret is with-held; but I know what you've done. It doesn't faze me whatsoever on your doings but these people, the people of Earth needs to understand that you need to be exploited for your actions. You've waited for blood because you've done something four years ago and haven't gone back; you became weak! You disappointed the Gods that were still living, but your failure, your failure to accomplish the mission you were sent is why they're all dead. You, you are not the 'Living Dead', you are the last of the followers. Like sheep, they sacrifice and die and we eat them to survive. Survival isn't the key word I'd use here Zealot, survival isn't what I need but you desperately need... Do you know why? Because you believe you're a Ghost, because you believe in the wrong things! You'll never be a ghost, you'll never let the Wolf howl as the bats flock... None of that will ever happen!
I know who HIM is! I saw it with my own eyes! I know what the scream is like, it's so piercing isn't it? Like when you are cremated, your soul leaves your body. I KNOW! But you... you cannot provide such thing upon this Earth once again. I am to stop you, I am to employ you to work for us. It is nobody above me to decide that; there is nobody above me. I am the highest Order of God. I am the case that decides whether it's open or closed, I do not care about what you've injected, swallowed into your own blood. You can pour every single litre and inch of blood you've got left in your body, but you will be saved... I will inherit the power invested in me for you to have the soul of one of the God who no longer roams this Universe. I shalt save you from the sickening, I shalt save you from the Savior of the Depressed; for I, Gabe Jansen the 'Last God from Heaven' will be here not only to defeat you mercilessly, but to enable the pain you desperately require but in doing so... not only you will die; you become immortal like me and you become a God. But never, above. You will be a representative of my creation, what God created in this Universe has failed... This is a completely new beginning, a brand new chapter, welcome to the Book of Gabe.
