Post by Angelo on Jan 24, 2011 10:54:50 GMT -5
Angel and his closet followers walked down the city streets. Angel walked in the front, two altar mutants swinging censers filled with incense and smoking darkly to his side and slightly behind. The mutant choir walked behind them, harmonizing and barely singing the hymns that Father Angel had wrote them. Bringing up the rear brought the Invictus Custodes, the militant right arm of the Heretics Invictus. As the censers swung and the choir softly sang, Angel preached from the Divine, The New Word of the Father.
“And lo, those of the new world felt the ground shake, and the very streets tear themselves apart. And God, in his majesty, took his children of worth to him at that precise moment. Those amongst us that showed promise he changed to his Divine Plan and Will, so we would better understand his promise and love. Those who chose to be blinded by his love and fearful that their sin would be uncovered by his gaze rejected His love.”
Angel raised his hands to the sky, and turning, walked backwards to call to his faithful.
“Do we falter Chosen Children?!”
They answered back, a rumbling, moaning animal noise, from the primal parts of their bodies, the mutants incapable of human speech beating their chests and sides.
“NO FATHER!”
Angel roared in his fervor, spittle flying from his lips. If it landed on one of his followers, they acted blessed by it, treating it as a sign of love and favor by their leader.
“DO WE SUFFER THOSE NOT CHOSEN BY GOD TO STOP US?!?!?!?! DO WE LET THOSE DEMONS THAT STOLE THE MANTLE AND LOOKS OUR FATHER GGRANTED US, TO FURTHER THE GREAT DECIEVERS WAYS?!?!?!?!”
With a great howling and gibbering, the reply of the faithful could barely be made out. Angel turned, the fury and righteous zeal in his eyes almost burning all those he turned his gaze on.
“JOIN US CHOSEN! OR SUFFER THE WRATH OF GOD! WE WILL NOT SAVE YOU UNLESS YOU SAVE YOURSELVES! JOIN US!”
As Angel looked up the street, he saw some of the changed coming from their homes, the hope in their eyes like a calming balm to him. But he also saw people, the Un-Changed, shaking their heads in disgust. He was tempted to let loose the Custodes on them….
“And lo, those of the new world felt the ground shake, and the very streets tear themselves apart. And God, in his majesty, took his children of worth to him at that precise moment. Those amongst us that showed promise he changed to his Divine Plan and Will, so we would better understand his promise and love. Those who chose to be blinded by his love and fearful that their sin would be uncovered by his gaze rejected His love.”
Angel raised his hands to the sky, and turning, walked backwards to call to his faithful.
“Do we falter Chosen Children?!”
They answered back, a rumbling, moaning animal noise, from the primal parts of their bodies, the mutants incapable of human speech beating their chests and sides.
“NO FATHER!”
Angel roared in his fervor, spittle flying from his lips. If it landed on one of his followers, they acted blessed by it, treating it as a sign of love and favor by their leader.
“DO WE SUFFER THOSE NOT CHOSEN BY GOD TO STOP US?!?!?!?! DO WE LET THOSE DEMONS THAT STOLE THE MANTLE AND LOOKS OUR FATHER GGRANTED US, TO FURTHER THE GREAT DECIEVERS WAYS?!?!?!?!”
With a great howling and gibbering, the reply of the faithful could barely be made out. Angel turned, the fury and righteous zeal in his eyes almost burning all those he turned his gaze on.
“JOIN US CHOSEN! OR SUFFER THE WRATH OF GOD! WE WILL NOT SAVE YOU UNLESS YOU SAVE YOURSELVES! JOIN US!”
As Angel looked up the street, he saw some of the changed coming from their homes, the hope in their eyes like a calming balm to him. But he also saw people, the Un-Changed, shaking their heads in disgust. He was tempted to let loose the Custodes on them….