I no longer wear my war form, its necessity gone. I return again, nude and pure to the kine that shall be our herald. He has not gone far, especially with his legs connected in knots. They are weak things, similar to ants in their fervor to escape their captor. They never realize they had no chance to begin with.

It is screaming in agony. It is a thing that draws pity and sorrow from its fellows. I am not one of those. I am its god and it knows this. Pain has given it enlightenment. It has redefined its purpose. I am it’s everything; it lives at my whim alone.

"Cease your calls or I will remove your mouth entirely," in a commanding tone."You are at the burning bush and know not its greatness. I am your god.” It finally calms enough that only sobs can escape its broken form. That is not acceptable.

2009-02-14 13:44:16 Acid rolls 8 dice to Fleshcraft (remove mouth) (Diff 5) 10,1,5,8,1, 7,5,8,4 (4 successes)

"There, now I shall instruct you," in a measured tone, befitting Mengele himself.

"You shall become our herald, we shall sweep through the city of Sanfield as a storm. None shall be spared, all shall be touched. One may weather the storm by hiding, though they only postpone the inevitable. You will stand on the corners, screaming to the masses, in this manner shall you find solace, and you shall please your masters. Some shall certainly question you, stand fast by your beliefs, they shall define you. Only by doing as we ask shall we spare your miserable life. You are Abraham, you shall do what we ask because failure ensures your demise. We shall be watching. As a sign of our covenant I will remove your phallus, only through service shall it be replaced, do what we ask and you shall be rewarded, fail us and you shall perish, bereft of any dignity. Do you understand you have no choice?" I await the nodding of his head, he truly had no choice but to agree. Kine are easily motivated things.

2009-02-14 13:45:11 Acid rolls 8 dice to Fleshcraft (remove phallus) 8,9,1,4,10, 3,8,1,2 (2 successes)

His agony a delight, I remove his manhood as a sign of our covenant. He knows not that he is nothing and we are not bound by it. We are the dictators and he is ours to do with as we choose. He will act as our herald the rest of his days, he shall describe us properly, as his gods. I can see this in his eyes, he is shocked to the core of his being.

2009-02-14 13:45:49 Acid rolls 8 dice to Fleshcraft (replac mouth) 9,1,6,6,10, 2,10,3,3,9 (5 successes)

"From this point onward you shall be known as Paul, and you shall be our chosen one. Go out amongst the kine, and fill them with despair, their masters have returned."

I look toward the other members of my pack to reinforce my commandments should they deem it needed.  

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It is a priviledge to watch our Priest work. He rends flesh in a way I could only dream of doing. Molding men like putty. I am a gore spattered siren with sticky red covering my lips, chin and neck. My hands are spackled red and my pale skin is flushed, temporary heat stolen when I gorged myself on the blood of this mans dying friends. I follow our Priests cue and step forward, my bloody fingernails dig into the mans face as I make him look upon me. I am beautiful and terrible.

2009-02-21 10:53:22 Dust rolls 5 dice to Cha+Perf [Awe] (Diff 7) 8,2,1,3,7 (1 success) [1 person with lowest WP affected, the mortal 'Paul'.]

'The storm is coming and there will be no mercy, no survivors. We are here to spread damnation and pain to those who would bring about the end of days. The sheep will be culled and you will warn them to know the truth when we arrive.'

I punctuate my words with a push against the juicebags face, nearly toppling him to the floor. I will turn and step back, taking my place amongst my pack once again.  

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I had been standing to the back of the group as they hovered over our chosen prophet, simply observing as they begin to break this unruly animal. I cannot help but think as I watch Acid work, of a large predatory cat, as it slowly wrings the last few hours of life from its prey.

In what is something of a reversal, Dust's approach is much more subtle, but anyone can see in the man's eyes that the effect is no less powerful. She uses her gifts to incredible efficacy. Such a clever creature. As she steps back, the enthralled Herald cannot take his eyes from her form, until she steps behind me.

I watch with interest as his bewildered face changes from abject horror while Acid works on him to fascination and reverence as Dust applies her charms and back to trepidation as his eyes fall upon me. It would seem it is my turn. I know his feeble mind is already fit to snap, if it has not already, that trying to make sense of the last ten minutes of his life is more than he can possibly bear, but still I must try to make him understand.

Approaching slowly and kneeling so that he can look deeply into my eyes, I place a taloned hand calmly upon his shoulder to be certain I have his full attention and speak in a slow, steady tone.

"You think us to be the monsters of this tale? Laughable. I suppose then that this would mark you the hero. Consider then, every epic story you were ever told, meditate for just a moment about whose perspective was offered. I assure you it was not the monster's. No, it was the righteous hero's side given, the hero so infallibly certain of his own morality, he need not consider that of the monster, for if the hero is right, the monster must be wrong."

"Let me tell you something of gods and monsters..."

"One of the earliest recorded stories, in human history, tells of the exploits of the human hero Beowulf. He is everything that humanity has ever aspired to be, he is strong, independent, willful, brash, rude, and nigh-impervious to the repercussions of his own choices. Beowulf must destroy the monster known as Grendel because, even though Grendel and his mother inhabited the nearby fens long before King Hrogar and his ilk even conceived of building their cursed mead-hall there, even though Grendel offered the ignorant humans many warnings when he could just as easily have eradicated them in one fell swoop, Grendel was inherently wrong because by virtue of his birth, he was different. Because he was better. His hearing was so acute that even miles away, the wretched, incessant noise the humans made in their drunken debauchery seared his ears like a hot brand. Ultimately he was destroyed because men fear what they do not understand, and hate what they fear. The problem of course is that you understand nothing. You do not even understand yourselves."

"The thing you repeatedly fail to grasp is that you are as much monsters to us as we are to you, perhaps more so. Blinded by your self-righteousness, you cannot see the horrible truth; that you are the monster, not I, you and all your kind. It is you who pillages and plunders and rapes all that is sacred in the natural world, destroys all that is beautiful around you without so much as a thought to the price that must be paid for your ignorant, insolent, and voracious greed. Like all heroes, you seek someone else to blame, frantically searching for any scapegoat you can find to suffer for the sins of your race so that you may all rest easy and feel good about yourselves for having extirpated some great evil from the world. You’ve had it wrong since the beginning of time. You are the evil force in the world; you have but to look around to see the truth. The fault for all the suffering in the world is not to be heaved upon the shoulders of Grendel or Tiamat, Lillith or Lucifer… the fault belongs to mankind and mankind alone."

"They say that history is written by the victorious. All of your stories, all of your lies, everything you have ever known is about to come to an end. You have been chosen to tell the others. Soon the rest of us will be coming. We are done with lurking in the shadows."

I rise once more, holding his gaze, searching his face for understanding.

"Judgment Day is come little insect, and things will never be the same."