Hello every one. This story will be what breaks my writer's block, which I've had for close to a year now. Well, let the fic begin!
Requiem of Blood
The fires cast evil shadows against the archaic walls of the cavern. A ray of light shines from the top of the stairwell, it quickly dying down as a few late cultists close the secret entrance. They enter walk down the spiraling stairs to the sanctum sanctorum of the Cult of Blood. Fixed in the center of the room is a large, bowl shaped indention that is six feet deep and ten feet wide. Looming five feet above the pit is a ramp made of a rocky overhang.
The cultists chant slowly, their voices a hush. But the chanting quickens in pace with each passing second. Two words are all that they utter, saying them over and over and over again, "Brother Blood." With each repetition a pint of thick, red liquid rises from the bottom of the pit. Several minutes pass and the pit is filled to the brim with blood, a cloaked figure appearing on the over hang's edge. He raises his right arm, bringing silence to the cultists. He drops the arm, taking his hood off. His face is middle aged, his black eyes keen. He is bald from the center of his skull outwards, save a small crop of gray hair that curls back like a horn. The other half of his face is robotic, the architecture echoing the build of one teenage hero.
With a malicious grin he begins to speak.
"Brothers and Sisters, our great plan is close to bearing fruit! Though our Lord Trigon has left our sight, we shall continue his great schemes! With the aide of the Immortal One we shall bring a quick death to our foes!" He waved one metal encased had through the air over the pit, causing it to ripple. A ghostly reflection of the Vatican appears on the blood's surface, showing them what was occurring at that moment. "We will strike down these Catholic Heathens who have opposed The Immortal One and our Lord for so long! We will desecrate the House they call holy with their own blood! We will show no Leniency! We will show no mercy! We will only show Blood!" Uproar rang from the cultists. "Now go my brothers and sisters! Alert our fellows across the globe! Tell them the Requiem of the Christians is at Hand!"
Brother Blood laughed maliciously as the cultists rushed from the cave. His one robotic eye gleamed like the fires of Hell. He closed his organic eye and waved both of his cybernetic arms over the pit of blood, causing the image of the Vatican to ripple away to be replaced by the face of a man. Though the face was that of a young man, he had an air of ancientness. His blue eyes were sharp and blazed with malign intellect. His sleek black hair and short goatee had a streak of white running through them. His face was more daemon than mortal and his name fitted well with this. For he was the immortal ecoterrosist, controller of the Lazarus pit, the demon's mouth, Ras Ahl Ghul.
"Are you ready to proceed Brother Blood?"
"We merely wait for your word, oh Immortal One."
"My forces will reach the Vatican with in the week, be mobilized by then Blood for my men will not wait too long."
"Of course Immortal One." And the man's face faded from the blood.
The psychotic mage chuckled, turning from the pit and heading down the ramp. A loud sucking noise filled the air as the blood was returned to the void whence it came. Blood took off his cloak, revealing his intricate, cybernetic body. He strode forward to a section of the wall that seemed barren, but he touched it with his right hand and spoke a word of power. A large rune blazed under his hand and the wall became transparent. He reached in and pulled out a strange, ovular object that resembled a human head, but much larger and distorted, like that of an automaton. "Arise Metallo! You shall aide me in my quest!" Red light gleamed in the Robot's eyes. "Damn….you…..Blood….you…Bas…Tard…."
The spell crafter laughed evilly at the metal devil's severed head. "Now, now Metallo, don't waste the little energy you have left talking, but worry not I will end your plight." He spoke another word of power and the metal flowed off Metallo like water, being absorbed by Brother Blood's cybernetic implants until nothing remained of the former criminal. He laughed psychotically as the B13 Nanobot virus upgraded his body. His strength and speed were multiplied ten fold. He put on his ceremonial robe and began to ascend the stairs to the outside world.
Well that's the first chapter of my new fic. As of now I will answer any of my reviewers questions. And before you ask, at the moment Blood is as fast as Mas y Menos and as Strong as Super boy.
