Roze's Corner: Hello to all again, I am slowly but surely coming back to fanfic with both new and old stories drifting around. This happens to be a new story that has been constantly in my thoughts, I hope you all like it!

Overview: "He won... That mad man won..."

Damned by the woman he grown attached to, Henry and the other victims are now stuck in limbo, unable to ascend to either heaven or hell thanks to Walter's ritual of the Twenty-One Sacraments. But there is more to the story that meets the eye, and a chance to be redeemed from the accursed world.

"Descent of the Holy Mother" - The 21 Sacraments

The First Sign

And God said,
At the time of fullness, cleanse the world with my rage.
Gather forth the White Oil, the Black Cup and the Blood of the Ten Sinners.
Prepare for the Ritual of the Holy Assumption.

The Second Sign

And God said,
Offer the Blood of the Ten Sinners and the White Oil.
Be then released from the bonds of the flesh, and gain the Power of Heaven.
From the Darkness and Void, bring forth Gloom, and gird thyself with Despair for the Giver of Wisdom.

The Third Sign

And God said,
Return to the Source through sin's Temptation.
Under the Watchful eye of the demon, wander alone in the formless Chaos.
Only then will the Four Atonements be in alignment.

The Last Sign

And God said, separate from the flesh too, she who is the Mother Reborn and
He who is the Receiver of Wisdom.
If this be done, by the Mystery of the 21 Sacraments, the Mother shall be
reborn and the Nation of Sin shall be redeemed."

He eyes dilated, a joker smile plastered upon his lips as he fell back to the floor. The deed was done and soon he would be with his mother. Extending an arm upwards, his hand reached towards the light, grasping something useable to the normal eyes. "M-Mother…"

Dropping the axe, Henry breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally, it's over…" Dropping to his knees, the breath of relief turned to a scream of agony as his head pulsated with had to be the worst of migraines since the nightmare began. Grabbing fistfuls of his hair, when the pain dissipated suddenly he felt… light. Almost as if he had never experience the horrors in his rooms. "Well that was odd… Wait, where's Eileen?!" Looking around frantically, he found the brunette woman standing in the pool of blood idly, watching the gigantic death machine churn the blood under it. "Eileen! Get out of there!" Rushing towards her, his eyes happened to catch hers but before he could reach her she leaped into the mass of spikes, shredding her to pieces in front of the horrified man. "No…" Dropping to this knees, the pain rushed back tenfold, a smell of burning flesh invading his air and a heavy pressure causing his chest to concave on itself. Taking gasping breaths, the last thing he saw was a crooked smile along with crazed green eyes as his world went black.

'We… Failed…'

A/N: Prologue up and completed! Let me know what you think :D!