It soaked his blade and hands as it covered the ground. Its stench roamed the air. It was visceral and colorful.

"Build up your walls, take your pills. The more you resist, the more you want to give in. Isn't this how you feel right now."

" . . . "

"What? No comment."

" . . . "

"That's too bad, I was hoping you give some form of resistant, I mean come on where's your spirit, priest?" The apostle snickered at the mass of butchered meat that sat like a pile on the floor.

Behind the apostle cowering in fear once more was Avis, she foresaw the priest's fate and knew what would happen next to all the other people in the room. Said people were horrified, but were powerless compared to the apostle. The apostle radiated insanity as he stared into fearful eyes.

"Sie sagen, fürchte dich nicht, denn ich bin hier."(They say, don't be afraid, after all I am here)

"W-why w-would you say that?" Questioned Avis fearfully. The apostle just turned and shrugged at Avis while still snickering madly.

"You know, it's just so funny how you're the only one who had an idea in the slightest about how all this would unfold. The only reason your fearful is because of me, not necromorphs, not soldiers, just me, that's good. Your mindful, unlike these ungrateful infidels who lie through their teeth. They may have renewed their faith in the right direction, but they still look at the master and those like him in a way that disgusts me. Their so, oh what's the word, oh yes, ignorant."At saying the word he gripped his blade with extreme prejudice.

A women walked out of the crowd and fell to her knees. She pointed a finger at the apostle and inhaled deeply. She was about to scream, but before she could even open her mouth, the apostle was already upon her.

"I don't think so." He had thrust his left hand straight into her mouth before she could even blink. She gurgled, feeling something stretching inside her mouth. Suddenly the apostle viciously pulled his hand out, but not empty-handed. As he pulled out, he had sent his blade down her left index finger and off her shoulder, leaving a precise cut that led to the left half of her arm being sliced off. Once the blade left her shoulder the apostle lifted his right arm into the air as he twirled on his right set of toes while he had bent his left leg. He ended his twirl once he stomped his left foot into the floor, and his back now faced the women. In one single motion he had ripped her tongue out and precisely cut her left arm in two.

The still kneeling women shut her mouth and let her left arm limply fall to her side. She stared at the apostle while tears ran down her face. The apostle turned to her and began to walk to her. He stopped with only a foot's distance between them. A yellow glow emitted from his right hand. An electric beam of kinetic energy shot towards the severed half of the women's arm. The apostle then place it atop her head with the fingers pointing down, and blasted a coat of stasis on it.

The apostle leaped straight up into the air performing a kick flip, as he came back down he sent the heel of his right foot crashing down on the still frozen limb. His left foot landed on the floor.

CRACK

When the apostle slammed down his heel, he had sent the severed arm straight into the women's skull and even all the way down her torso. It caused a cracking sound which followed with squashing and more cracking. He then twirled on his left heel and swung his right leg in the air, as it circled back around he had bent his right leg in and followed up by kicking it out towards the women's head. Knocking her in the crowd's direction of unitologists.

The apostle hoarsely snickered which turned to out right maniac laughter.

"Why must you torture us so!?" A man at the front of the crowd pleaded.

"Simple, you're all fools living on a utopia of a planet. You all have ignorance and the audacity to follow in the name of the new faith so blindly, yet none of you can even comprehend what you even follow in the first place! Even if you were all damned to hell itself, not even when I'm done butchering you all will you even understand a single shed of what you follow!"

The apostle confirmed Avis's fears. He was going to murder everyone. The atrocities that the apostle was about to commit was practically sodomy in the form of a massacre, a massacre of blood and gore.

"I hope you said your goodbyes Avis, because this is the last time your going to see any of these parasites and infidels. And well, if you didn't, then I'm going to savor the taste of their salty tear and blissfully listen to their anthem of elicited screams."

"Your not just insane, you're an abomination!" The apostle just looked her dead in the eyes and gave a her a look that seemed all but impossible for him. His pupils were still dilated, but his eyes held peace. His mouth wasn't in a sadistic smirk, it was a genuine smile formed by closed lips.

"Need I remind you that their was a time that you and I weren't so different, I know you remember everything you did. Maybe you'll go back to being your old self soon, but if theirs one thing I remember so well it's that you were always afraid of me despite being what you once were." The peace in his eyes turned to blood lust and harmonic insanity. His smile became a merciless smirk that unveiled grinding teeth.

"Stein Valseer stop this already!" Avis pleaded.

"That's quite the plea, it's funny really. My parents never named me, but the doctors at an insane asylum did, I was quite the monster. If only my parents lived pasted my fifth year in this world." As Stein spoke of his life, the man who pleaded to him earlier was attempting to escape, but as Stein spotted him. He ran for the exit. Only for his left leg to hang in the air by yellow kinetic energy. The man was being held at six feet and eight inches above the floor form the tip of his head to the floor. His eyes were directly in front of Stein's mouth.

"Oh shit!"

"Indeed. Now, now, I can't just let you leave now can I. I'll need to smear your soon-to-be corpse all over the walls, so I can paint them a visceral and beautiful color." Stein began to twirl his knife on his wrist, forming a red circular blur. He backed up several inches as he inched his right arm towards the hanging man. The man squirmed to no avail. As the spinning blade got closer and closer to the man's face, he felt warmth radiating off the blade that got even closer to his face. He was hyperventilating. The look on his face reminded Stein of how much fear the priest showed when he was nearing his death.


"Are you done yet Apostle?" The apostle looked at his reflection while he twirled his blade.

"Soon." The apostle then held out the mirror in a way that still obscured his face from everyone but Avis.

'This priest is so blind, he won't see it coming. Oh but I jest, he will fully see it coming. Rest assure priest, I know and see what I am, and I like what I see.'

The priest reached up towards the mirror and placed his hand atop it. The apostle let go of the bottom of the mirror while the priest held it from the top. The very moment the apostle let go he had stopped twirling the blade. The very moment the priest grabbed the mirror, was the very moment the apostle stabbed and thrust the blade through the priest's hand while it held on from above the now shattered glass. The blade lay piercing within bone, muscle, and tissue as the air thickened around the blade itself.

The priest was in utter shock and disbelief to the point where he lost all ability to speak or scream. All he could do was usher in fear of what was to come.

The priest's eyes widened as fear ushered in its presence, his vision was growing hazy as he felt warmth within his right hand and his face. Confusion wrapped his mind, why would he feel the warmth of bleeding on his face? He eyed the entire blade from its point of entry all the way down to his ... his nose. As he eyed the blade's spine, the flap extensions of the blade flew open causing the priest's nose to explode as the blade reeled straight out of his hand. Said hand enveloped in a glowing yellow orb of kinetic energy that dangled shards of glass around the mangled hand that bared a 'V' shaped entrenchment. The apostle's face was no longer obscured, allowing all to see his crazed face.

The priest's eyes showed fear, he pleaded with them, begging for mercy.

The apostle's eyes showed insanity, he laughed with them, ushering his merciless nature.

The apostle's left hand was open like the yellow orb that encased the priest's hand, he closed his hand causing the orb to mimic his motion. Glass ripped the skin as the hand began to spread in opposite directions. Snapping could be heard as the hand continued to split and form a 'T' shape. Soon after, the priest was being suspended up in the air by the yellow orb that still encased his hand. As the priest floated by his right arm, the apostle snickered as he stared into the priest's eyes. The apostle then placed the spine of the still open blade on the priest's chest, the open blade phased through skin and muscle almost as if the body was transparent.

The concave spine of the blade embedded itself into the sternum as a red electric wavelength blazed out of the extensions of the blade, and attached to all ten sets of true and false ribs. The wavelength emitted a red glow from inside the priest's chest, shining through his skin for all to see. The priest felt an odd sense of warmth in his chest.

In a hoarse voice the priest questioned the apostle. "W-w-where's ... y-your ... k-k-knife?" He looked at the apostle's empty hands.

"Inside of you. Oh don't worry, it's still tied to my wrist." The priest saw a whip-like string sticking out of his chest.

The apostle yanked the string forcing the priest straight to him, stopping him mid-flight by kicking his left knee. It was now in a ninety degree angle in the opposite direction.

"OH GOD WHY!" The priest cried.

"Now, now, theirs no need to fill my breathing space with words full of blasphemy."

In less than one minute after his left leg broke. He had his fingers on his left hand dangling by flaps of skin alone, He had bone protruding out of his right leg, he had his right hand that was once the shape of a 'T', split in two while glass lay riddled throughout the inside of his arm. The priest was forcibly bathed in his own blood at this point.

"GOD WHY, WHY, WHY, W-"

The apostle shoved the priest's left hand into his mouth, silencing his cries. Only for them to be replaced by murmured-gargling sobs.

The apostle then pulled out a book from his armored trench coat and held it in his left hand, holding it up to the priest's face.

"Look familiar, it should." The front of the book read: HOLY BIBLE. "It's quite ironic since this just so happens to be your bible. Once upon a time you were a Christian devote who crammed it down other people's throats. You killed anyone who disagreed with you, hundreds in fact, even your own family. Thus you fell to denial and sought to be with them once more, to be made whole. You joined normal unitologists for a time until you saw necromorphs, then you regain faith in New Faith Unitology. You saw true necromorphs, the Raktabija for example."

The priest hated everything the apostle said, because it was true. He had forsaken his earthly bloodline that lay buried in his European guilt. The last words the priest would hear would be his catalyst to hell.

"Bien dormir infidèle."(Sleep well infidel) The apostle spoke in the true tongue of the priest, simply to mock him.

The apostle pulled his right arm back swiftly, ripping out the priest's entire thorax from his chest. The thorax flew over his shoulder as his knife returned to its normal state, surprisingly the organs were still inside the priest's body. He then took the priest's bible and commence to bludgeon the priest's head into his body as organs slowly dripped out of the large hole in his chest. It wouldn't be long before the priest's remains would be turned into a butchered mass of meat.

"Only you would bring your own tomb stone to your grave site."


Stein looked at the hanging corpse before him as it dangled. The head was in the shape of a crescent, a mangled one. The body was cut in two with intestines and other internal organs sprawled out. Stein had unconsciously murdered the pleading man and simply let the body fall to the floor.

Stein looked over at the crowd noticing that most had ran off. Most likely on the other side of the room in a frantic attempt to escape. 'No matter, they'll die either way anyway.' The crowd of hundreds was now a mere twenty or thirty, all dare not utter a peep for it would only bring their end sooner.

"Don't worry the rest of you that remain may now leave." Almost as if a miracle had accrued, the unitologists ran towards the exit ... but it was a short-lived miracle that would end with lives being cut short, literally.

As they ran toward the large open doors something had arced over their heads and stuck to the wall in front of the doors. The first person who ran out the door was decapitated as a saw blade was being suspended in mid-air by gravitational manipulation. The source of the manipulation was a rectangular device that stuck to the wall. The unitologists turned only to see a blue laser light shining from Stein's left hand.

In his hand was a detonator, the detonator was of odd but familiar design to a normal one, just much larger in appearance and a different core design. The cylinder at the top of the weapon was one foot in diameter and only several inches longer then the normal variant. At the core of the weapon was a sphere that connected the top-cylinder and the rectangular barrel at the front. Beneath the sphere was a rail-like extension that connected it to the frame of the weapon, hinting at changeable mine types such as the one now in use: ripper blade mines. The handle conveyed three separate triggers that went down the handle. The first was of obvious status quo. The second caused the saw blades to increase in size from one foot to three or even five foot diameter when released from its cartridge. The third was its most impressive function of its variant, and it could do more than one would think it could.

"RUN!" Yelled a man at the head of the group. Stein fired off three more mines that landed on the backs of people in the doorway. At least eight people were at the head of the group, they would all receive a deadly surprise. The still floating saw blade expanded as they tried to slip past them. They were all cut down to size for their haste. The three who were knocked to the ground earlier were now being used as a platform for a floating saw blades that viciously ripped into unsuspecting victims who were caught off guard by roaring metallic teeth of cold steel. The blade tore into skin viscously.

"Their ignorance is equal to Brahma's kindness, how disgusting." Stein watched as eleven more people fell to pieces.

The three being used as platforms for saw blades made a feeble attempt to rise to their knees, but this only made matters worse. Upon the first moment of motion the device atop their backs detected the motion, and a small cylinder eased its way out from the bottom. The cylinder then commence to slam down like a hammer. It did so at such a rate that it flattened the victim's backsides into circular bases; they were perfectly flat and circular.

Stein pressed a finger on the third trigger of the detonator causing it to shift in various places. As it started shifting he gripped it by the body and pulled the handle by a ninety degree angle. With his left hand he pulled the handle out slightly and sent it downward revealing a pole like extension. He then turned the pole at a one hundred eighty degree angle allowing the head of the object to hit the floor as he held the handle in his right hand and held the former body of the weapon with his left hand. He firmly gripped the handle while the former detonator finished its transformation to a menacing blunt-end weapon. The hammer Stein now wielded was about eight feet in length not counting the head which made it about nine feet. The head of the hammer had a blunt-end at the front and a type of piston at the back. The sides of the head had geometrically shaped flap extensions with piston-like thrusters inside each of them.

Stein held the hammer in his right hand resting it atop his corresponding shoulder. He simply laughs with utter malice and insanity. His very laugh was a catalyst of resonance: resonance of blinding madness. Said madness was resonating with the fragile minds of the hopeless survivors. Survivors in question were now consumed by madness of wrath: the very thing that Stein evoked.

The remaining survivors let out screeches of maddening rage, they began to salivate as their eyes became Constricted and bloodshot; filled to the brim with blood and rage. Stein shifted his former demeanor to one of smug, precise, controlled, efficiency. Despite new-found rage the now insane survivors posed no threat what so ever to Stein, he simply toyed with them. This enraged them further, but their rage wasn't even trivial compared to Stein's rage. In fact a more proper thing to say would be that their rage was non-existent compared to his own.

Avis watched with her true thoughts; thoughts that betrayed her current cowardly demeanor. Mentally her face was mostly static save for her eyes which held a questioning look that was supported by her eyebrows that were pointed up slightly.

'Even now it never ceases to amaze me how he is able to exert such control of his anger. The other six apostles even see him as an embodiment of wrath, but then again, they see one another as embodiments of one of the seven deadly sins most commonly associated with the Christian scriptures. Well, all but Valseer. Perhaps when one has infinite wrath, they also carry infinite patience. At the very least he shows his patience with me, or he is simply toying with my mind because I'm the only one who can feel his wrath. Maybe my uncanny fear of his wrath is what keeps him from ever truly presenting it to me, but such anxieties are an oddity even of themselves. I'm fully aware that humans can form personal bonds, but this, this is different. Could it be possible that there are personal forms of empathy beyond that of simple childhood bonds. Would it have to do with my innate psychokinetic abilities, Valseer possess such innate qualities, but he doesn't have any known form of command over them.'

Avis fell back into mundane pretenses that were merely pointless to Valseer. While she had been deep in thought Stein had effortlessly slammed lunatics into organic mulch that would be used to bolster the non-organic soil which rested under their feet. "If your quite done by now you can drop your useless ploy. It isn't very effective at the moment."

Avis's former demeanor was replaced by her mental expression. "What of the others?"

"I'm sure you are more than capable of accumulating a mental projection of their demise."

Avis frowned at Stein's answer and simply sighed at the start of her next words."*sigh* Have anything else to say Valseer?

"The shows about to begin, may the veil hiding the stage lead the arrival of the master's finest piece of work yet.


Dr. Enki was standing in front of a monitor awaiting for arrival, but arrival of who or what was a mystery. Foot steps were heard from behind the doctor, mystery solved.

"Dr. Enki may you indulge me about how you were aware of Sargent Mirasol's conversation?" A voice spoke with a heavy Russian accent that rumbled with a metallic echo. Standing with arms crossed and in full body armor was a giant of a man who held a firm, commanding air about him.

Said body armor was imposing and clad in pseudo geometric patterns. The helmet was a step up from the tier 3 and it was evident by shades of dark red being sprawled out by four visor line. The visor line at the bottom of the set of four was just above the mouth piece of protected plating; this line was the thinnest and sharpest of the four. The second line was the longest and largest; it was at the center junction in between the mouth piece and the forward guard that covered the forehead and front half of the scalp. The third and fourth line above the second were in between the size of the former line and bottom line, but were shorter than the latter. While the armor design of both the security suit and the tier 3 had a rerebrace, the tier 4 not only had protection at the upper arm but also at the shoulder as well. The pauldrons extended slightly off the shoulders and were discreetly connected to the rerebraces. For the most part the suit was simply an upgraded version of the tier 3 with better protection.

Dr. Enki turned his head and gave a light smile. "Well Vladimir, I have my ways. Of course no one buys that sort of thing these days though. Theirs always a reason someone is able to do something. Weather it's from birth, or given to them, and etc. James' conversation didn't contain anything new, so it was quite obvious to me at least what his conversation pertained to. Before you retort, I'm quite insightful, intuitive, and perceptive." Dr. Enki spoke innocently.

"I get the feeling that theirs more to this then your letting on."

"At this point in time you should realize that every word I say is nothing more than grains of sand in an ocean of hidden meaning." Enki continued smiling as Vladimir blankly stared at him.

"Quite, may I ask you something of relevance?"

"Of course."

"How much of it is true, and how would he be any worse than what is already here?"

"All of it is true. With that said I'm sure you can make connections and scenarios in your mind."

"Well in that case. As long as he doesn't get to the central achieves, then everything should be manageable."

Enki gave Vladimir a light nod of his head to confirm his statement. Enki looked to Vladimir with slight curiosity, and at best it was probably tied to Madam Elma. "Did everything go well at the meeting?"

"Yes, but we were given more questions than answers. At best we know that the seven Vanguards are still present within their respected facilities, the Templars and their Reaper subdivision are currently overseeing their personal archive and conducting their normal activities, and many other things that I can't explain at the moment. At worse there are signs pointing to an eighth Vanguard, the northern most continent is under heavy siege from necromorphs, and finally, well lets just say something very disturbing is occurring at the south most continent."

"That's, problematic."


As an important note, I have nothing against any religion and I like to say sorry if I offended anyone. As it's shown, Valseer is at an odd place when it comes to religion, and he is obviously indifferent to all beliefs outside his own since he ridicules other religions in a way that can be offensive. To him its a joke as all other religions are a joke to him, an infidel practice in his eyes. He is at such an extreme in this matter that even other unitologists of similar belief(new faith) are seen in the same light to others.

The part where the survivors go mad was a extreme case of fight or flight, obviously they went into fight. They were under heavy mental trauma and could only bare it for so long.

So originally I wanted to upload this in early January and have chapter 5 ready to upload by the end of January, but things got complicated and some unfortunate events took place. Those things aside I hope to have chapter 5 mostly done sometime soon; since April is going to be a busy month for me. In fact, on April fools day I had to take a very important test for 5 hours, but I can care lest since the next day was my birthday and I didn't have to do any mind numbing work. It was nice to have a less stressful week for once.