AN: All right, before you read, please look at this. It'll explain a few things for the timeline/characterization that might seem off.
The timeframe is 2049. Nathan would be 36, and Shilo is 10 years old. I am taking liberties (just a few) with Nathan's personality due to him being younger and his more violent personality not being solidified quite yet.
James Sunderland will be making appearances as well, but I can promise you I have a totally logical explanation. I am using the 'Rebirth' ending for this specific story. Due to the timeframe, however, his personality may have been a bit warped after spending so much time in Silent Hill. Except some out of character traits, please.

I want to thank my friends Harry, Cybbie, James, Wolf, Ami, and anyone else I forgot (so sorry!) for helping me (now and in the future) with this project of mine. I'm taking it quite seriously and am always looking for people to beta, so please let me know if you're interested!
Silent Hill and all characters/locations are copyrighted by Konami.
REPO! The Genetic Opera and all characters/locations are copyrighted by Terrance Zdunich, Darren Smith, and Lionsgate.

Enjoy!

There was a lone figure standing at the head of the chapel of The Order, silently looking down at her work. Her life's work. The sight of it slowly deteriorating before her very own eyes made this unexplainable pain go through her heart, much like a stake through a sacrifice. The rows upon rows of benches were growing more old and worn every day. The carpet leading down the middle of the two rows was faded, old, and tattered.
She had always made sure that their place of worship was in prime condition, always cleaning, always preparing, just in case the God decided to bring them their Paradise. It was always crucial to their work to have the one safe haven be free of the monsters and corrupted from the outside ... more and more were getting in year by year, and by now, her Order had to learn how to defend themselves from the terrors of the outside.
Why, oh why were they slacking?!
Chaos. There was more chaos, and less order. There needed to be more order ... where was their God in their time of need?!

She adjusted the white veil to cover the bangs of her short black hair, and turned her back to the view of the dreary mist. Slowly, her bare feet began the ascent towards the front door. With every step against the cold marble, she brushed the trail of her black dress away from her feet to avoid tripping over herself.
Her efforts, however, failed her as she was just slightly too careless near the end of the staircase. She stumbled, and began to fall. She would have hit the floor had it not been for a sudden appearance by a man nearby. Arabella's blue eyes glanced up at her savior, and a small smile crossed her lips as she steadied herself.

"You are as valiant as ever, Joseph."
She pulled her fragile figure away from the younger man and looked away, staring up sadly at the stained glass windows. Once, they had been glittering. Once, they had been beautiful. Now, they were dulled by the constant ash falling from the outside. No more could she call them pieces of art. They were damned, like the monsters outside. Yes, damned. That's what they were. They were tainted.

"Have you eaten yet?" A gruff voice snapped her out of her train of thought, and she shook her head.

"There is no time to eat when I could be getting closer to God. I will later," Arabella replied in a snippy tone. She sent a glare towards her confidant, and then looked back up. "Now, there is always a reason as to why one enters the sacred chambers of the Priestess. Explain why you came."

"We found another part of the seal."
Arabella's interest peaked, and now her attention was focused. Slowly, she turned, a look of excitement on her features. Did he mean ...?

"The Halo of the Sun. The seal."

"The Seal that promotes rebirth ..." The priestess echoed softly. "The one that can bring the God back to life ... to bring us Paradise."
It was a sign. Her prayers have been answered; her God heard her! Arabella threw up her arms to the heavens, and profusely thanked the deity for Their blessing.

"That is two of the eight. Six pieces remain ... see for yourself ..."
Joseph pulled out the piece from his simple black robe as Arabella drew near, taking it from his hands and caressing it like a mother would their child. There was a certain air about it; a certain care.
She noted the cracks on the rusted metal, symbolizing that there was more to be found. She noted the eye staring back up at her, with ancient symbols surrounding the left and right in a simple, red-lined barrier.

It must be a circle ...

"There ... is a problem," Joseph continued warily, entangling one hand in his messy brown hair. Arabella looked up from the precious Seal, and her excitement faded to confusion. There should be no problem. After seven long years of searching, they finally found the second piece of the puzzle to Paradise. They had found the physical form of their holy symbol!
What problem could there be ...?

"No one wishes to search anymore, due to the monsters outside. They are too frightened to carry out their work."
At this, the priestess felt her blood boil. Her fists began to shake, and she began to pace violently on the carpet, her feet digging into the texture. Those thrice-damned fools! All of them!

"Get them outside, then! There is no more time to waste. We are getting closer and closer to our goal ..." There was a sigh, and Arabella took a deep breath to calm herself.
Why were they not as devout as they claimed? The reward would not be given if they did not work for it ... no ... The smile crossed her face again, and she bowed slightly towards Joseph, still holding the Seal tightly.

"You have my highest thanks and my blessing, Joseph. Not once have you disappointed me. Please, carry on your work."
There was a nod, and Joseph bowed before turning his back on Arabella and walking out of the sacred chambers. The wooden door opened, and shut with a loud clang.

The priestess walked back up the staircase silently, placing the Seal piece on the altar. She bowed her head, and closed her eyes.

"I know that we must complete this Seal for Your revival, my God ... I will summon help.
I will summon someone with no fear. You will be alive again ... and hopefully, You will bring us to Paradise ..."

Arabella threw her arms out, and the prayer began.