Pale, rough flesh, tainted sickingly with dried blood of unknow origins. Simple, yet powerful, form compelled to do effortless, yet significant, tasks. Obsessed with a precious figure of unherd magnanimity. Slowly following shadows of bright hope. Oozing with the desire to go from child to mother. Thoughts of nothing more than it's commanded duties, revive, protect, execute. To prepare things for the creator, the master, the child. Chained to the rusty, bloodstained world spawned from his love's tribulation's. Occupied with oh so few concerns, distracted by the one mission. How long had it been since actual feeling was felt? So many years of desire and waiting consumed the few remembered moments of bliss and joy. Bah, no time for such silly thoughts now. The hour of the Lord was nigh, and it was now time for the test devotion.

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Slowly now...carefully, carefully, carefully. Each step must be in place. These upcoming hours are so fragile. Things must be exact, no excuses. Creeping along the shadows, watching as was always done. Watching the figure of the Holy Mother. Watching the minions, such pests. They had no idea of the importance of the moments. Ignorant to the God they worshipped. How dare they serve a human over Her? A human who claims to serve Her. Never. They're all the same, after their own personal gain. Even the so called priestess is using this religion in her own twisted ways. That damned "preist" is no better. None of them understand.

When God is born, as She is paving the road to Paradise, they'll all burn in Her flames.

Click... Clank. Click... Clank. Click... Clank.

Oh, she's in love with herself. It's so obvious. The way she beats down her foes, the shine in her elegant eye's, the rush she gets from noticing she can kill can be sensed with such ease. How long had she kept her powers locked away inside I wonder? How could she, the mother of sweet, sweet God, have not realized her true self? Such a mystery she is, and a mystery She will always be. No matter though, Her decision is always the right one. She never makes any mistakes, so surly this will be the day of Redemption. The day that everything will be cleansed all sin's.

With fire.

Everyone will burn for their deeds against Her, and even against one another.

No survivors.

Her word will be final, and all will be as it should be.

Dead.