The Creed's Emergence
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  • Reads 345
  • Votes 21
  • Parts 20
  • Time 6h 12m
Ongoing, First published May 25, 2021
Mature
Welcome to the Church of Decay, where the walls drip with blood.
Do you seek to embody the horrific scenery you're met with?
The blood, the chaos, the terrors.
Do you seek to join the Church no matter how heart-wrenching it may be?
Even if your soul cries out for help?
Will you answer that cry? 
Or will you submit?
Do you believe that you can endure the hardships?
The fear, the agony, the weight of sin?
Do you believe you can face the horror?
The wars, the monstrosities, the VEIL?

. . . . 

It all began with an atomic bomb.
Not the Church.
But the life of someone that will change E V E R Y T H I N G .
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The boy had never been scourged by dread, not really, untouched still of startling agony to become his reality. He spotted the imposing cliffside meaning to change that by mere accident, kept in defiant remembrance still of this heavenly music descended upon Earth from Heaven, magnificent, majestic and entrancing, this blue ship which had came last night to conjure mystery and great brilliance vibrating with splendor and glory born, like summer sunshine brought unto gloomy night, unlike anything ever heard of. He paused in thought to look at what was dangling from these rocketed walls, instilled immediately by mortal agony. What encountered him there was awful, horrific, spun from his nightmare to turn to atrocious truth. They left a message for him, these strangers, a message for all mankind. All the people from the town were nailed on the colossal rock with obsidian spikes the size of fists, hidden in the darkness as horror always lurked there within. Blood, everywhere. The spikes ripped skin open, tore their bodies apart to let it be a grotesque image, the self-portrait of Death itself. Stiff pale limbs, grossly tangled together, a myriad of heads decorating empty space. A few mutilated legs and arms lay motionless on the bottom of it, of the mere terror, the waves had yet to reach and clean the crime scene, crimson rocks and red sand carnation furthermore. The details swam and blurred his view. He was thankful, for a glimpse sufficed a lifetime. When the dark ship came, it didn't only warn the people of the Destruction following behind, they carried it themselves, bestowing it willingly and with intent, purpose, unknown and arbitrary as it may seem regardless. People rumored among their crowds that they were in fact the cause, the real Bringer of Death. The Harbingers of Cruelty. The Black Squad, Side of Doom. Known perhaps better by their most famous name, the Skeleton Crew. _ updated irregularly, because life is hard