06 June 2012 @ 09:40 pm
[Action: The Church; Late Wednesday Night]

-The deep need for malice had finally subsided. But her nightmares had not. The seal kept her in that state of self-induced mental torture for some time before it finally faded and true, dreamless sleep claimed her for most of the day... until finally, late into the night, she stirred from her sleep, waking up with a scream of terror...-

[Phone; Thursday Morning]

I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I...

-Nope. That was as far as she could get. She quickly hung up the phone. She couldn't handle it.-

[Action: The Curch; Thursday Late Morning - Noon]

-But visitors would come none the less. She stayed in one of the back rooms, resting in the makeshift cot she had made for Father Abel to sleep in during his frequent naps. She wore the guilt plainly, and it was obvious to anyone the sort of state she was in...-
02 June 2012 @ 01:50 pm

The Day of Judgement has come. I've observed long enough. Mother was right. Always right. You cannot be saved. Only cleansed in holy fire.

Let these fools that control this realm try and stop me. I shall fill their streets with the dead. I will shake their foundation. My Mother's Crusade shall continue, and they will perish in its wake.

So come, Mayfield. Show me your hope, your ideals, the lies you tell yourselves so that you may insist on your own righteousness. Show me so that I can send you, mercifully, to your extinction...


-And it begins...-

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