His Supreme Nascency.

Prologue: His Supreme Calignosity.

Phiturism erupts a silence elevated to its whispering breeze. The chapel. Father Erikson, once a man of silence courting evil from individual or perhaps even residence, now in shambles before the chapel and its feigning abhorrence as it watch lay one heavenly father. Prayer too late, too lackluster among his practice. Surely, a sight for unyielding eyes. Oh, what cruel intentions the universe beholds.

Humanoid hues untamed in pigmentation sure as the emotions which temper the brain abaft them. A pair of windows to the soul, one might say. Thus to rubberneck thy Father writhing in anguish before him, grapnel of canine decent embeds within carpet installed in the isle betwixt pew rows, one strike of flames glow which began to enkindle the chapel until it should parish with its Father. Little time he had left now, to die with his holiness. No time to lose, no greater moment then now.

One might say his death is poetic; With flaming swine pursuing him as if a wild animal to its prey, vertebrate in unsightly behavior--Take what is rightfully his own. Ears of a siberian devil quirk as a pitchfork in metaphor of death, this is no worldly being. Sighted with human flesh attached to its forearms in misconception of his existence, half of a man to a whole fire, with eyes retaining humanoid structure and the remaining partial in a melange of human and ebony flesh. Canine spirit, feast.

"No Please! pity me!!" Jut of human bone cracks and contorts from canine frontal arm, fingers shed. A brisk motion motivates the devil, abhorred caterwaul from the Father. It is not god who takes him, but the devil himself. Blood in all of its glory ever gruesome and tempestuous when bespatter upon pews, the altar as well from which the hunt is shall seize, to wooden floorboards and red carpet. Guttural bellow rumbles his soul into where it parished, the body of Christ's kin, a firm believer in Creation, mutilated to slivers of flesh and inner compartments. Bound together by globules of scarlet flesh in pustules of intestine and fibrous tissue.

Oh.. What a soft, warm, enticing meal.