2290, Covington, Sewers below the streets - appx 04:20 am
The enlightened would not fear the coming of they, who worshiped Steel and a head in a bowl. Gathered, near the altar, foour voices had joined in prayer, to him who whispered in the void. A pathetic fraction of this formerly growing cult, and it was just a matter of time, until they would be found as well. But who could fear the trivialities of death, as an initiate of the of the one truth that was Ug-Qualtoth?
"We have to act quickly.." The Missionary was a ruin of a man. Radioactivity had left his eyes narrow, his forehead swollen, and removed his lips, leaving him with only a string of a mouth. Clothed in the same black robes he had arrived, he pressed onto his book, as he stepped towards the altar, a crude imitation of the Monolith of the holy city.
"..and without fear!" Showing his yellow teeth, he opened the box below, before letting out a sigh.
"May every single one of us burn, so that he may revel in the crimson fury that shall our death be!" His hands reached down, before taking hold of the cold cylinders, attached to the string.
"May our deaths please him.." Slowly, the Missonary turned around, both hands holding onto the clusters of Microfusion cells, insidious Explosives, created by the factories of the Holy city.
"F' ah'n'gha! llll h' f' gotha agony ng li" Wordless, they enlightened recived their explosives, and began to slowly hide them below their clothing, knowing about their final proof of faith.
"What about me, Holy Missionary.. The young boy hand had reached for the cluster, yet received non.
"Your service is still required, young one! News about this Advance need to be spread, the faithful need to be alarmed!" An disappointing look, slowly layed onto the boys face, yet the Missionary simply bowed his head.
"Run now! The rest, get into positions! I shall wait here for Steel-Worshipers to arrive! Ph'nglui soth! "PH´NGLUI SOTH!" The faithful answered with one voice, as they turned towards the door. The boy had already slipped past them, leaving only the missionary behind, in silent prayer.
Without any care, the Warleader simply pushed the body off his chest, as he climbed off the bed. The services of this building were sufficent, yet the greed for caps of these whores had been an annoyance that almost had Dosh-Novan consider declining their services...
almost! The large framed man, slowly made his way towards his suite-case, as his body longed for the Miasma! He seldom removed his rebreather, and when he did, he could feel the withdrawl from the Miasma shortly. Yet now he was gone, f His muscles began to twich, as a cold shiver ran over his back, as thousands of bugs began to crawl over him. Biting and nagging, endlessly hungry and without any mercy. The Warleader began to scratch over his chest, trying to kill them, yet they where everywhere!
When he woke up, he was in his bed, the women still asleep, and his rebreather resting on the nightstand next to him. With twiching fingers, the Warleader took it, and pressed it on his nose and mouth, taking in the Miasma into his aching lungs. The nightmare slowly faded, as he suddently noticed the woman standing and staring right at him.
"Our Duty here is done, Warleader! We are leaving for the Holy City at once! My father demands it!" Marie´s voice woke some of the Whores, who´s faces paled, frightened by the woman who seemed to have appeared in the room without any sound.
"What is the meaning of this? Why are we leaving?" Sitting up in the bed, Dosh-Novan narrowed his eyes, his lungs still trying to fill themself with the sweet relive of the Miasma.
"I had a dream of war, and want to talk with my Father! Get your men, and met me at the Airport...oh.." Her eyes moved over the Women in the room, before they locked back at the Warleader.
"..they all lied to you, in one way or another! But dont waste a thought about them, for a war is waiting for you!" 2290, Covington, appx 06:40 am
The appearance of Order in this town, formally controlled by the fringe of Chaos had been mostly welcome. In the crowd it was easy for the enlightened to make their way towards their targets. They knew about the fate of their brothers and sisters, locked away, awaiting torture and death, yet they would await it, mocking their killers in their dying breath! They knew the truth, the vanity and mindlessness of it all!
The crowd in front of the Sheriffs-Office had given excellent cover to get near the entrance. With a prayer on the lips, and a roaring scream, the man would bash through the door, before unleashing the fury of his cluster, covered by his cloths. A green flash filled the room, before the fire of the energy cut through men and women alike.
Fear and panic, spread like fire in the weed, and in the confusion, the Cultists used his chance. The soldiers had let their attention slip for a second, to rush towards them.
"PH´NGLUI SOTH!"Death and fire came with him...
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