NationStates Jolt Archive

My Child, Iesus Christi wasnt always a land where the Cross ruled....
Not so many years ago, around the time when Richard was leading his crusade, the land was still greatly ruled and corrupted by witchcraft and dark nercromancy...Vampires, ghouls all forms of devilish creatures haunted the night. The light of Christ hadnt as yet conquered the night here...
In this time a child was born...a child of cursed blood...as the child left the womb it howled like a demon of the pit, a storm rolled through the land and the heavens quaked, shaking the very village he was born into and the village...
Straight away the midwife knew dark powers had been at work. The noise from the child held nothing human. The priest was called and at his arrival the child kicked and screamed, spitting blood at the holy man.
Why the child was so cursed none knew...perhaps the mother had had carnal action with a demon or a elf...such things were not uncommon in this heathan time.
The child was plucked from his mothers arms and taken into the stormy night by the priest and the mother sent to hell by the townsfolk for her whoring with the minions of satan.
The Priest took the infant into the snowy forest, deep into the forest he took the child until the village was miles away.
There, under a giant oak he placed the child in the snow, blessed him and left, leaving the child to the mercy of death and God.
Still, other forces were at work that snowy night.
Black cowled cultists allied with pagan gods roamed and carried out their bizarre rituals . A party of such villains found the child, a frozen bundle which screamed hate at God...
The cultists took the child as a gift from their dark father, knowing within their dark bitter hearts he was something special...
In their unholy ceremony they named the child Radcik and placed him under the protection of the legions of hell.

Years past my child...and Radcik grew in his new sinister home. His pagan godless village a ideal place for this hellspawn.
In these times before the light of Christ, magic ran strong in Iesus Christi.
The boy was deep with the dark powers of magic...by the age of 6 he could summon dark forces and wild magic followed his every move. Soon the Pagan priest had taken him on as something of a apprentice, and taught him how to control his satanic gift.
The boy spoke with hatred for God and his fellow man....a deep intensity of hate burned within him against heaven.
Magic is vile and degrading,a force of darkness so evil only the Cross can destroy it. People in countries like Lavenrunz should remember that!
Anyhow...
By the age of 11 the boy demanded he be initiated into the dark demonic priesthood , the request was granted but the boy would have to prove himself. The child of evil came up with his own test...
and so, on a squally winter's evening, a small black robed shape skipped lightly from his village and disappeared into the shadows of the forest.
He knew nameless beings were drawing him to his target. he whispered to the voices that lead him, he praised their demonic names and cursed Christ.
At last he came to an area thick with taller trees, his demonic vision picked out shapes of tree-houses far above the ground. The faint sound of laughter floated down to him in the wind, and he knew then this was the place to show his power, for the evil powers had drawn him to caeranyos - a Elven township.
Summoning all his inner evil and strength, the child began to think of fire. Giant tongues of blazing fire, great towering flames, wood glowing with heat, the smell of burning flesh...
The first tree caught , bursting into flame, then another..and another. Soon every tree within sight was blazing, and from the tops of trees, figures burnt or leapt to their deaths.
In one act of hate the child had set fire to a entire town. Many died within the unholy burning flames and Radcik watched it all..a sweet smile on his face...He watched it all, and only vanished once the chaos was ending...
Yes my child...that was but the first of Radciks evil deads...oh the horror he inflicted is almost without end...bu never fear..in the end the Lord Jesus triumphed....no one can defeat the cross...I'll tell you the rest of the stories another night...goodnight my little trooper...sweet Dream and God keep you.

A grandfathers story


Outside the ministry office the priest ranted and raved.
"The Lord Jesus sends me visions of hell! I see uncountable masses of swarming demons...I see diabolic machines..I see a bloated queen on a throne made of human skulls breeding rotten offspring!
All this I see and in my head the dreadful tolling of the cursed bells rigns!
It wont stop! The multitude of red eyes stare at us from the darkness!
They will devour us! Make it stop! make it stop!"
Bridgette watched from the window. Her face a expression of pure hate.
General Edgar disturbed her thoughts.
"My Lady! the plane is fueled and ready! you'll be at the facility by sundown. I am also to inform you Project:Seer is 100% ready!"
"Excellent. Excellent. I'll be there in one moment...oh and General. That priest outside. Have him killed..."

The Emperor was busy reading daily reports. Then he saw a section about a nation he remembered well... Iesus Christi...

"Gregory, come here."

His advisor ran to his side.

"Y...y...yes, My Emperor?"

"It seems our old friend Iesus Christi is here... again. I wonder why they disapeared for so long?"

"Only time will tell, My Emperor. Can I get you anything?"

"Hmm...? No... Leave me. I wish to be alone."

The Emperor got to his feet, looking out into the huge Imperial City.

"Hmm... Religious fanatics always worry me..."

O Christian Martyr Who for Truth could die
When all about thee Owned the hideous lie!
The world, redeemed from superstition's sway,
Is breathing freer for thy sake today.

--Words written by John Greenleaf Whittier
and inscribed on a monument
marking the grave of Rebecca Nurse,
one of the condemned "witches" of Salem.

(ooc: completely disreguard this if this is closed)

the heir to Skittletopia, Angelus Delacroix, now twenty mortal years stood to the left of a baptismal font. his great leathery left wing partially folded and his feathery white, right wing fully extended and tensed as if preparing for flight. An archbishop of a sect quite influential within the nation, best discribed as "Unorthadox catholicism", placed one curious object, silver by the looks of it and tapered to a point, into the water of the font.

"Oremus. Exaudi nos, Domine, sanctae Pater, omnipotens aeterne" he recited. the tone almost trancelike but shifting in pitch like a gregorian chant. he picked up another and placed it in the font again, "Deus et mittere digneris sanctum Angelum tuum de caelis, qui custdiat," he added another and made the sign of the cross, "foveat," another, "protegat, vistet, atque" three more,

"Judica me, Deus, et discerne causam meam de gente non sancta. Amen." Another priest picked up the silvery points and handed them to a machinist who pressed them into 5.7 x 28mm casings. they were added to a long horizontal clip which was then almost absentmindedly tossed into a red case. Ironic due to the lenghts one had to go to to manufacture this kind of munition. two such similar cases were closed next to it, covered in a red velvet and labelled "diplomatic documents", each carrying the appropriate documentation securely tagged to ensure they weren't searched.

Angelus's father and present heir, now a mortal 60 entered and rubbed the latex giving the appearence of having aged beyond 30 from his face and removed his coat, revealing his own wings, both close in appearence to Angelus's left.

"I'm afraid, son, this mission maybe a little dull." His face cracked into a smile "which is why I'm not doing it. the Objectives are: Locate demon, terminate worshippers, capture, exfil, whereapon we shall attempt to make the demon a little more tame and God-fearing so he can grow up to be a nice gent like me and your granpa, failing that, we'll shoot the little hellspawn in the back of the head, and sell him as a haloween decoration" Angelus nodded and smiled,

"the boring bit is, in order to get you into this frankly fruitcake country we had to get you a job as an office copier and coffee monkey with an embassy under a false identity, so you, my privaleged little snot, are going to get a little taste of work, and you're going to do it with enthusiasm and zeal. you might have to be there for some time keeping your ear to the ground for developments."

"bugger"

"indeed."

Praise be to Allah.
Evil is real and haunts the world.
The Muslim has to protect himself against the devils among the evil jinn and mankind, by having strong faith in Allah and by putting his trust in Him and seeking refuge with Him and beseeching Him, reciting the prayers for protection narrated from the Prophet - peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him, reciting al-Mi’wadhatayn [the last two sorahs of the Qur’aan].

A’oodhu bi kalimaat-illaah il-taammati min sharri ma khalaqa [I seek refuge in the perfect words of Allaah from the evil of that which He has created].

A’oodhu bi kalimaat-illaah il-taammati min ghadabihi wa ‘iqaabihi, wa min sharri ‘ibaadihi wa min hamazaat al-shayaateeni wa an yahduroon [I seek refuge in the perfect words of Allaah from His wrath and punishment, from the evil of His slaves and from the evil promptings of the devils and from their presence].
Evil is real, but Hell cannot stand against God. seek God and he will protect!

~Mular Vikram. Teaching Children at the sawa mosque school.

o.o.c: a tag post .

OOC: This sounds interesting from the skim. I would like to post after I read it entirely that is if it is possible. I have to work so it will be probably tomorrow after clinicals. Thank you for the consideration.

The power of Radcik grew with every passing year . The terrible and timeless evil within him lead him to power in his pagan community...soon the young man Radcik was leading them into acts of cruelty and perversion.
At nights the air was thick with smoke from his satanic gigantic banquets. oh my lill trooper...what happen at these events isnt for a childs ears...but let me tell you they took off the very flesh of their fellow human and rejoiced in all they captured ....man..women..child...
The power of the evil grew with everydrop of blood drawn , and the evil called out to the darkness and the darkness replied..soon the forces of the antichrist were rising in the land. Insanity, depravity and chaos ruled the night!
Yes, Radciks time was a time of great evil.....villiany...perversion...and growing power for his dark masters...

A grandfathers story


Bridgette took her place. The throne was ancient, blood red with a texture like that of flayed skin. Bridgette ran her hands softly over the chair.
"excellent..excellent. You've all done well.Our work is almost done.. a grateful nation thanks you"
A unnatural feeling hung around the entire complex and inside the underground chamber the feeling clouded the air, yet the gathered men and women beamed with zealous pride. A veil over their eyes and hearts to what was happening.
Bridgette leaned deeper into the chair, time to her appeared to stop and to those watching she appeared to blur with the very fabric of the chair.
She smiled sweetly and sung softly to herself
"The priest may preach but Time and mercy is only in my reach
I'm death I come to take the soul ....Leave the body, leave it cold
No wealth, no land, no silver no gold , Nothing satisfies me but your soul"
Within Bridgetes mind she saw it all. The smoke of battle, the glint of sunlight on armour, the flashing of swords and the splashing of blood. She saw th shapes of dark horrors hidden in the mountains and the forests, she saw ancient evil stirring from its sleep in chambers buried far beneath the surface of this world.
She hissed to her gathered flock
"The time is soon. Let us continue....victory is near..."

OOC: Well, I am going to post anyway. If yo don't like then ignore.

IC: Maria Deilez placed a flacid hand on her perspiring forehead to block the sun'd brillant rays, she looked to the scenary before her. She wiped the back of her hand across her sundress that flowed around her body as the wind tossed the fabric around her thin, but stable structure. She had had no time to prepare. Originally she thought she would go to the market, but a vision drew her away, far away, from her home, her village, her very life. Now, she found her self in a foreign land, but somehow she was comforted by it, deep inside she could find promise here. On her way she asked a fellow travelor where she was, the answer resounded in her head, Iesus Christi. She had not heard of it, but the name filled serenity in her torn heart.

Maria was different from the rest of the village, even her family. They were pagans and worshiped many gods. She, herself, did not. She believed in one God, but had no knowledge to share why. The rules and traditions were getting worse and harder for her to conform and with the vision she knew it was time to go. Even the vision left an vivid sense in her body. Her eyes still show her the horror, and her face contorts with pain.

She was coming up on a village, vast and seemingly endless. Maybe she could find help and peace here.

She dusted her dress, trying to get the dried mud off the soft colors of pink, red, and blue. She bent down and readjusted the straps of her sandles around her calf. Her right hand came up and pushed several strands of dark caramel brown hair behind her eyes. The wind played with it and again strands fell across her soft brown eyes. She wrinkled her small button nose as the strands tickled it. She looked towards the setting sun and smiled, the glow reflecting across her tan body. Her slim body still moved with motivation, but she was getting fatigue and she was losing the light. ~The sun goes down, I feel the light betray me~ She did not like to be left in the dark, who knew what watched from the shadows.

Several raindrops, dropped on her face, trailing along her cheeks to fall from her chin. He cries, there is much pain. If I could hold that pain and take it all away. Several rain clouds began to gather and she continued on her way, happy, but wet.

OOC: Thelasi magic tag

OOC:Just a quick note before my a longer Proper post.
I have nothing against people joining and am all for it, people being lured/drawn to Iesus by whatever power is totally within whats now happening.
Anyone is good, we are allowing limited entry into our xenophobic nation so joining in the modern story is cool ...any questions telegram.

IC: It that time boy...corruption lured good people to do evil...as I said 'Evil calls to Evil'...stranger arrived in quiet villages traveling to a unknown place...called by the darkness..
Oh yes even good men were lured by the sirens call of hell. Never forget that Child, the devil has powers and they can be as sutle as a womans touch...

A grandfathers story

Above the facility that now housed Bridgette Iesus lay a quiet and humble village....not a black formless industry town but a village from a age long gone. The largest building was the church and the locals never missed attending regular sunday mass. They were often joined by ministry personal who filled out of the bunker like entrance to the facility.
Yet this simple village had be hit by horror recently. A young bride had thrown herself into the river after seeing the priest for confession and her beloved in his horror had taken his life within the church itself, upon the altar he had slit his throat.
At night the village was covered in darkness so thick the few street lamps seemed unable to penetrate the darkness. Villagers whispered of strangers, demons and elves roaming the night..drawn like a moth to a flame...

But Child do not despair for in these times of great evil God did not forget his people...Even in the darkness of the pagan night the light of Christ could still be seen,Christ lived in many hearts and he called them to be a light to his people...Christ promised that the gates of hell would never stand against heaven and therefore it is truth!
Simon son of Andrew returned from the crusades a changed man. He left his family estate a arrogant young knight, he cared only for glory, honour and women....the crusade was a excuse for him to win personal honour..nothing more.
Richards crusade changed his heart.He saw and did what no man could forget. He swore a oath upon the majestic cross that he would live the remainder of his days as a true Christian and never abandon the word of God again.
He started his long jorney home, but everywhere he travelled he saw the cruel hand of evil pulling the strings in the background, and he was sorely troubled....how could he fight but a small portion of this evil...For a long while he considered simply hiring a boat and setting sail or becoming a hermit...but in his heart he remembered his vow...he remembered how Christ had suffered...how could he be so cowardly! God had granted him a strong sword arm and he should make the best use of it!
It was while he was reflecting on this that he passed through into the gloomy forest of southern Iesus Christi, the cold weather was just beginning but it was still pleasant enough got this young crusader to ride beneath the stars.
He wasnt afraid as he walked even as bizarre sounds and shapes loomed through the greyness. He had Christ to protect him against the horror of the night.
All of a sudden he heard familar sounds...screaming..crying. He could smell the burning. He ran through the tangled undergrowth of the forest for a few minutes , and came to a clearing in which a dozen or so huts stood, all of which were ablaze. Dark shapes flitted between the trees and alhough he had never seen them in the flesh before, he knew exactly what they were..Cultists of satan himself! Needing no further goading into action , Simon charged into the fray,screaming praise to our God as he layed steel into the flesh of the unholy. That night he killed many of the ghoulish enemies of Christ and won the immediate respect and admiration of the villagers...whom were both human and elf. Yes my Child int hose days Elves werent the evil things they are today...but thats a different story...
In the days following the attack, the crusader stayed with the villagers, and learnt everything he could about the evil that seemed to haunt this part of his homeland...he cursed the name of the great evil and thanked God for bringing him here.
Soon Simon had made a choice that would change him and our land forever. He decided not to continue back to his family estate but decided to stay here in this region of rising evil.

A grandfathers story



Major Simon Jrugg cursed his weakness as he walked through the corridors of the facility. Why hadnt he had the strength to say no...why couldnt he turned away from what he knew in his heart was a sin against God.
He had taken part in things he knew had damned his eternal soul.
"christ forgive me....Christ forgive me...
He opened the door to his room and sunk into his cot.
The local priest had been no help...he had seen him for confession and yet the priest had been no comfort. He had sniggered when Simon he told him his fears and scoulded him for his lack of desire...There was something greatly wrong with that priest...
"Oh God forgive me...I have sinned against you"
Simon cried into his pillow and searched for a way to redeem himself. All around him he could hear the sniggering of unnatural creatures...he could hear them talking...laughing....he could feel the hands of the grave upon him.
He had been a Inquisitor before joining the ministry...he tried to remember his Inquisitor prayer....his pledge to serve only God...
"o God come to my aid....o Lord make haste to help us.."
He took his pistol out of his holster.
He never should of left the Inquisiton. They werent innocent but God...anything was better than this living nightmare.
He placed his gun against his forehead. There was only one option left now.
"no..." he paused. There was a way to redeem his soul, a way to maybe shatter the evil that now grew in this hellhole of a nation...
A man with the name and history to restore the honour of his people...a man he had taken part in humilating and torturing....
"Computer. Bring up files and location subject 101. Patrick Iesus"

Shamdl didnt like his new posting - The new embassy was cold , the locals were strange and he hadnt had a good nights sleep in weeks.
Shamdl was a firm believer in the mystic branch of Islam, he seeked a personal relationship with Allah not normally found in Islam. His Sih'ite country had less of a place for 'Sufi dervishes' like him since the council of faith had taken over. His posting to the embassy here was the final step in removing him totally from civil service. Shamdl assured himself that was why he was having the nightmares.
Azzur was the only man Shamdl felt he could talk with about his dreams. The head of security was a tough man but fair, a colorful character - he was easy to talk too about everything.
He had expected Azzur to laugh at the dreams but instead the security officer went pale. "honor to the name of God. My dreams differ from your only in the fact that I have thought they were a sign of the comming Mahdi. I have seen that quiet village and heard the talk too. I feel I have known it my whole life."

Many in power had left the way of goodness forever.The blight of the Child of hate ran through the forest communities and soon had corrupted once noble men.
Priests and knights were lured by the sins of the flesh into acts of carnal blasphrmy...cultists hide in every village...the spies of the enemy were legion but the noble Simon could see into the hearts of all he meet and soon by Wit, courage, flame and the cross he rallied a band of heroes around him..

A grandfathers story



The door to the cell opened slowly. In this cell unholy acts and violations had been carried out...the victim of these crimes lay on a fouled cot. He body broken and only keep alive by the grace of modern science. He had been 'dead' dozens of times and each time brought back to suffer fiendish and more depraved torture.The man no longer could trust his own senses....so many time minsitry officals had violated his very thoughts...he only lived because of his brothers love and because he had yet to give up the one piece of information Bridgette wanted.
"Patrick Iesus?"
"Jesus and the saints...what is it now..."
"umm Sir..It is my honour to declare you a free man!"
Patricked didnt even turn his head, instead he stared at the celling and laughed.
"Sorry Bridgette....you've tried this 'dream' on me dozens of times...I'm quite use to it.....wake me up when you've done with me in the lab..."
The figure in the doorway looked puzzled
"errrr Paddy...perhaps you didnt hear me..."
"Oh I heard you alright son....your supposed to be...hmm..Major Collins? sorry it isnt going to work...I know I'm just imagining this...try again latter.."
Another figure appeared in the doorway
"shit...we whats the hold up..they'll be down on us like a ton of shit any minute..."
Patrick laughed harder.
"ohh Language lads. watch the language..."
"Shit. he's mad.....Mike we are so...F.."
Patrick struggled up, this wasnt like any of the other 'dreams' the ministry had inflicted on him...it wasnt heroic.
"Ok..ok...Take him. Hurry up. Sorry Paddy...you'll be thankful to me when you wake up"
The massive figure of Mike Collins towered over Paddy, and with a swift movement cracked his fist into Paddys deformed jaw.
It wasnt the safest thing to do to someone in Patricks state but Mike didnt have time to think, he and his comrade carried Patrick between them out into the corridor.
"Right...move move move. Section C: God grant you men a Martyrs death!"
Several of the commandos saluted Collins, seeping bandages on their arms marking where their barcodes had been cut out, these men werent to be leaving the facility...they took up posistions in the corridor covering the retreat for when the alarmed sounded.
"Glory to God! Glory to Iesus!"

Major Simon Jrugg had done his last duty to Christ. He had turned over everything to one of Patricks oldest friends. He hadnt known if Collins would do anything with the information but a hunch had told him he'd move and move quickly. That was the reason Collins was watched by the ministry
"Who'd have thought. A Major in the Ministry gaining a conscience...Bridgette will be pissed..."
That thought made the Major smile. Oh happy day...Simon placed the grenade against his chest. He wasnt going to take any chances .
"Lord remember me when you come into your kingdom.."

The embassy
They didnt know where they were going - they both arranged leave and booked a car. They didnt know what they'd need , what they should take or how long they'd be gone.
Those who saw them around the embassy said all the color had drained out of them, that they were both restless and short with people. Yet niether man felt bad , they simply knew they had to be somewhere else.

Imperial Place
The request Hatusu had recieved was strange but her 'man' had sworn it would be for her 'direct interest' to do what was asked.
The request was simple, and she couldnt see how it could help or hinder anyone.
She lay on her couch , playing with the fruit bowl with a foot. She waved over a handmaiden.
"Get my Navy command"

Iesus Christi coastline
The request to Iesus navy command had been processed days before. They had all the right forms, and now the 6 skims ships carried out their 'combat' exercise.
It was a combat war game of attacking a missile submarine.The six sleak black simships darted over the water-attacking the fictional enemy.
The Captains of the skim ships had exact orders about where and when to drop there depth charges. Even the depths had been set by someone in command.

To thee we ask aloud, who art thou?

We are the Iscariots! The Legion of Jude Iscariot!

Now I ask of thee, Iscariots, what is it thou hast clutched in thy right hand?

We are clutching the dagger! We are clutching the poison!

Then I ask of thee, Iscariots, what doth thou grasp firmly in thy left hand?

We are grasping thirty pieces of silver! We are grasping a halter made of straw!

'Lo and behold! If that is the case, what art thee, Iscariot?

We are apostles, yet not apostles. We are disciples, yet not disciples. We are believers, yet not believers. We are traitors, yet not traitors! We are death. The minions of death. We humbly bow down and ask forgiveness from our lord; submitting ourselves in reverence of God, we shall vanquish all his foes. We are those who swing our daggers on the moonless night; we are those who lace your dinners with poison. We are assassins. The ones who have embraced the ways of Judas Iscariot!

For our sins, when the time comes, we will cast these thirty pieces of silver into the temple and hang ourselves with this halter made of straw.

A cookie to whoever figures out where I nicked this from.

To thee we ask aloud, who art thou?

We are the Iscariots! The Legion of Jude Iscariot!

Now I ask of thee, Iscariots, what is it thou hast clutched in thy right hand?

We are clutching the dagger! We are clutching the poison!

Then I ask of thee, Iscariots, what doth thou grasp firmly in thy left hand?

We are grasping thirty pieces of silver! We are grasping a halter made of straw!

'Lo and behold! If that is the case, what art thee, Iscariot?

We are apostles, yet not apostles. We are disciples, yet not disciples. We are believers, yet not believers. We are traitors, yet not traitors! We are death. The minions of death. We humbly bow down and ask forgiveness from our lord; submitting ourselves in reverence of God, we shall vanquish all his foes. We are those who swing our daggers on the moonless night; we are those who lace your dinners with poison. We are assassins. The ones who have embraced the ways of Judas Iscariot!

For our sins, when the time comes, we will cast these thirty pieces of silver into the temple and hang ourselves with this halter made of straw.

A cookie to whoever figures out where I nicked this from.

http://surbrook.devermore.net/adaptionsanime/hellsing/anderson.jpg

for some reason it reminds me of that guy

ooc: a cookie for Skittletopia! You are correct! It is a direct quote from the Hellsing manga, volume 6.

And now, my apologies to Iesus Christi, I shall cluter your thread with inane chatter no more.

Hatusu heard the talk. Rumur ran wild in her palace. Everyone was talking about Iesus and what was happening there.
Even Hatusu didnt know what was going on, but her several of her agents were passing on colorful reports.
and now a report said something about the fuhrer himself being injured

o.o.c: for when our beloved fuhrer gets out of the ward. get well El duce.

Those who followed Radcik became wild pagan savages...his raiders fell upon villages....Killing...raping...taking slaves. Radcik respected only death and darkness, light had no place in his life...
Quite unlike good Knight Simon...who was rallying good folk to his banner...a sympol of hope and light ina pagan world

A grandfathers story


"I have no idea ..please dont hurt me..."
"liar whore! where is your father? where is he? has Patrick Iesus been here?"
The girl wept
"but sir...my father is away in the fields...and I have nver seen Patrick Iesus but on the viewscreen..."
The Ministry troopers raged through the small village..hunting for the man who had escaped their cells..
Perhaps the girl honestly didnt know where her father was, certainly none knew where Patrick was....but the ministry didnt care...it had tracked Patrick this far...and every village in their path would suffer for his escape.
"Whatever whore! Corp..take them and burn the village..burn it all....so perish all who defy Bridgette Iesus!"


General Smith , hero of the ministrywanted the young woman. Her body should belong to him...
Passion welled up within him and he lost himself...he was upon her.
He swept her up in his arms. Stunned ,she struggled, but he was too strong for her.
He laid her on the table on her back, and then his hands were on her, ripping at her dress, exposing her...his hands groped her squirming body. She cried out , but her cries went unanswered and echoed in the tiny cell. The silver cross that hung around General Smiths neck got into her mouth , she thrashed violently..all the time crying...
He smothered her cries with his own mouth, trying to kiss her.
She bit his lips hard, and tasted his blood. She pounded him with all her strength but nothing stopped his assualt...it simply fed his madness. He pressed against her, fumbling with his pants.....
Bridgette watched silently , it pleased her to see the girl pay for the sins of her father...the girl was now a play thing...her body serving the ministry as God intended.

Henthiasa Veriths was a Thelasi officer, a mage actually. Well, a mage would be incorrect, she was one of the six mages: the six mages who, in Thelas, controlled the elements, Light, Darkness, Fire, Water, Earth, Shadow. Henthiasa was the mage of Light, considered to be the nicest of the six; she had never traveled outside of the country before.

On the other hand, very few of the six had traveled outside the country, preferring to stay in Thelas where their magic was the strongest. But some times their curiosity overcame their fear, and they traveled, like right now. What made this little journey even more dangerous was exactly where she was going, Iesus Christi.

After having applied for her “honorary non-meta-human-visa”—or whatever the hell the Iesus Government called the piece of paper—she had booked the first, and only, flight for Iesus proper, a non-stop, one way flight, that didn’t promise any sort of insurance for property damage, or loss of life.

With barely a whisper, the Thelasi Gravitic Space-jet rocketed down the run-way, the inertial dampers inside the craft preventing the inhabitants and crew from getting squashed by the G-Forces, and within minutes, the space-transport was flying through space on its way to Iesus Christi.

After a long, but uneventful, flight through slip-stream, then real-space—in the Solaris System—the craft landed in Iesus Christi, taxiing up to the terminal, and docking. Within minutes, the few passengers had debarked, and were milling around, waiting for security and customs to check them over.

Henthiasa wasn’t carry anything that a normal tourist wouldn’t, lap-top computer, changes of clothes and so on, so was expecting to pass through security nicely… that is, if this scrap of paper prevented her from getting killed.

...naked and covered in blood...the sin was everywhere...foul carnal sin in what once was a church of Christ...
Oh the blood of the good knight boiled with rage at such horror in the house of the Lord. They crawled in their own filth...such things must be punished...
He ordered his company not to take prisoners...his words my child are with us today...
"As the blood of the lamb cleansed the world, let the pagan blood wash clean our nation"
That day was the start of it, my child...the fight back...no longer would we fear the night

A grandfathers story


Patrick heard the news of the burned village. He knew no-one would be spared aslong as he remained free.
Parick understood the situation well...Iesus wasnt a forgiving nation and Bridgette ..well....she didnt know the meaning of the word...this was now a matter of vendetta for her..
"Its my fault. aslong as I'm here people will die..."
Collins frooze at the words.
"Sir! you cant surrender! "
Patrick shock his head. He lay on the strecher a wasted deformed figure, but a smile crossed his grissly face as he spoke.
"Dont be daft man, surrender isnt a option...but their can be honour in a tactical withdrawl...we can continue our struggle from elsewhere"
"We have a option prepared...so its 'He who runs away, lives too fight another day'?"
"Something like that...."

Henthiasa Veriths spent hours in the AirIcco clearance facility.
Officals asked hundreds of times the reason for the visit. Everything she owned was gone over a thousand times......the officals werent rude to her...it was more a paranoid reaction than anything hateful.
At last she was assigned a hotel room, billed in advance and told in polite terms if she didnt like her room she could arrange something else with the ministry but for now she was stuck with them.
As they left the terminal, playing children frooze in horror at for the first time seeing a metahuman outside of TV or a zoo....Adults glared and whispered...armed troopers gripped their weapons....

Angelus, while pretty much breezing through airport security with his just-senior-enough diplomatic papers, (chosen by the Skittletopian MI Foreign Branch specifically so they would permit a none-too-thorough search of Angelus's person, (because one would most likely not occur) but not his cases. And although the position would be rare for a person of Angelus's age, there were a few people at that grade a few years shy of him.) looked right to see a rather fatigued looking Metahuman getting pretty thorougly questioned.

He smiled to himself for a moment, glad his own human(ish) appearence guarunteed they wouldn't be slipping on the disposable rubber gloves anytime soon.

Then recoiled. Dad said this was a country of fundie nutjobs who were likely to set fire to anyone with a hint of magick (or a hair lip, for that matter.) what if they let someone in who could see his admittedly chaotic aura? What if that guy could? He looked over again and nearly stared.

He made eye contact and recieved it for just a fraction too long, then snapped his head forwards. "shit" he thought. "if she didn't notice me then she sure has fuck has now, gawping like a..."

He looked around to see practically everyone in the place stairing at the woman, "Heeey, Like a two bit hick!" he noted the slightly terrified expression and managed to assimilate it quite convincingly, he now visibly blended in near perfectly, he now just had to hope that she hadn't sensed his difference and that if she did, she'd keep quiet about it.

Henthiasa walked through the city, looking around at the birds, the trees, the flowers. To her, everything about this place was new and strange, even the soldiers. She tried to mask her aura as much as possible, trying not to appear as the proud elven sorceress that she was--of course, it would take a powerful mage to determine the minor fact about her magical nature. Still, one could not be too careful.

After a long time walking—trying to find the much talked about Cathedral—she gave up and walked over to a soldier, the friendliest one she could see—at least this one hadn’t turned off his safety. “Excuse me sir, but can you direct me to the Cathedral? I have a faint suspicion that I am about to miss mass.”

She looked around somewhat worriedly, asking a soldier for directions wasn’t against the law, then again, this was Iesus Christi, home of the Ministry.

The bodies were hanging upside down on each side of the bridge. They had no hands, no feet, one had no head. They were hanging upside down above the river, on a old stone bridge....their blood dripped into the water...a warning to the crusaders to stay away from this pagan land...

A grandfathers story

"Do we accept diplomatic status and papers of non-reich niatons Sir? I mean regulation #17 says all other governments are illegal sir..."
"Yes yes ...but see....we have orders from above"
The offical motioned to the camera in the ceiling. They returned silently to the front desk and the new arrival.
"welcome to Iesus Christi Mr Angelus. your hotel is booked in advance by our government. I hope you enjoy your stay."

The Soldier frooze. His entire education flashed before his eyes..films ...books...Lectures...all on the filth of the thing that was currently talking to him. In Science he'd seen a film on the satanic workings of these things..the vivisection part of the film had made the girls in his class sick...and on a field trip to the museum he'd seen stuffed ones, but that and the viewscreen was as close as he'd ever got to a 'great defiler of God' before....
Until now...
"errr... St Patrick is down that way but ......tourists visiting during mass isnt appropriate .."

"I'm actually not looking to sight-see... I'm here to worship and take communion. And thank you for your directions." She started off to the Cathedral, hoping to make it in time for the beginning of Mass, she noted the stare of the soldier, and looked over her shoulder, "Is it so hard to believe that an ‘evil meta-human’ would be a Christian?" She smiled and continued on her way.

Finally finding her way to the Cathedral, she looked at the open doors and strode forward, quite intent upon showing these humans the falsehood of what they had been taught. She only hoped that the priest wouldn’t refuse to serve her communion.

Edgar was slapped awake brutally, startled by a cup of cold water thrown into his face. He lurched forward, only to discover that his hands were bound above his head whilst his legs were held fast by cords....
He tried to speak but but found the linen cloth stuffed into his mouth made him gag and fight for breath,
"blood is the answer..."
The voice was low and throat, Edgar couldnt make out who it was.
"You have sinned against your Goddess..."
Edgar shook his head and strained with all his might agaisnt the cords around his wrists and ankles, but they were tightly bound and the cords held. He struggled, trying to lift his body, but it was impossible.
"Did you think I wouldnt find out....we know all..."
The voice came like an echo in a dream.
"Do you know what happens to those who commit sacrilege against the Goddess?"
Edgar could only stare with horror ..the gag from ripped from his mouth...he felt his pants being cut away. He screamed as his underwear was torn off and his body convulsed in agony as the knife, pressed against his genitals, thrust deep.
His attacker screamed with delight with every knife blow.
"I am Bridgette Iesus and I am your god!"


....illegal and cruel experiments have yielded amazing results for the ministry and our government....psionic warfare success is almost totally due to vast brutal regime of experimentation and genetic alteration breeding...almost all current bioadvance and psionic weapons were developed via similar means...psionic warhead testing has caused far reaching dangerous impacts upon previously unknown enviroments.....'breakdown'/ distortion in the fabric of reality possible or occuring already....occult activities of the ministry while bringing in amazing
results have left all normal values traditions of Iesus Christi...'warp' engine 'pitfalls' and 'effects' deliberately hidden from much of government...fault lies with Bridgette Iesus and companions...
Extracts: Edgar Williams report


The soldier watched her go and muttered to no one but himself.
"if that aint the darndest thing....prolly a lutheran....I've heard they allow animals in.."
Mass at the Cathedral was just starting...the entrance hymn 'Joy to the world' being sung at top voice marked what season it was.
The congregation caused less of a fuss than one would have expected...only the children stared until parents 'clipped' them around their ears, and forced them to return to their pius prayer.
The celebrating priest continued with his solemn blessing as if he didnt see anything different.
The mass went on as normal and at communion the priest walked to the front of the sanctuary with ceborium in hand to give out communion ....
Father Croft was a faithful priest and catholic so when Henthiasa came up , he simply whispered her a question before giving her communion..the only question that mattered at the time....
"Are you Catholic?"

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"Do we accept diplomatic status and papers of non-reich niatons Sir? I mean regulation #17 says all other governments are illegal sir..."
"Yes yes ...but see....we have orders from above"
The offical motioned to the camera in the ceiling. They returned silently to the front desk and the new arrival.
"welcome to Iesus Christi Mr Angelus. your hotel is booked in advance by our government. I hope you enjoy your stay."
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Angelus tipped his hat curteously at both officials making his light brown hair isible, He had decided to dye it from it's usual pure albino white and wear matching contacts tinting his irises to a dull, unremarkable brown. "Sirs? seeing as i'm not expected until tomorrow morning, I felt i'd do a little sightseeing." He felt their fustation at dealing with a tourist request through their curteous, professional facades. "what landmarks are worth a visit in this city? Is there anywhere I might get a brochure?"

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(OOC: You wouldn't mind a pagan joining right? :D :p )

On the Cross, Christ redeemed the whole world. He is the one true Mediator between God and an estranged humanity. On the Cross, He merited all the graces that the world would need to be reconciled with an offended God......
Now...this is truth my boy....but the devil tried to pervert this....
The devil child lured people to pray to him as a mediator...as a God...such wickedness spread quickly in a land already thick with pagan gods and other stupidity.
But the Good knights were coming....men and metafolk Simon had called to his banner....their only loyalty to Simon and the cross of Christ

a grandfathers story

The Iesus officals struggled with what to say.....tourism was a strange and horrid new world to these men.
"errrrrr..I always like the Tomb of the unknown warrior....apart from that...well...we have some pamplets somewhere...."
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The bodies were bloated with corruption, and a sickly diseased stench hung over the village. The living had greenish leathery skin...pock marked with running sores...swelling boils and infestations..
Children staggered...their inner oragans rotted with decay, spilling through their ruptured skin...
Human waste coated the large cross that sat in the village square, and nailed to the holy wood was the decayed body of a priest of Christ.
This is what the Good knight found as he drew closer to the den of the beast...the devil offers power but its price is corruption and eternal agony...
Goodnight Child. Pleasant dreams.

A grandfathers story


Bridgette yearned for displays of devotion and dedication...
She toyed with ideas ...she needed more power...the ritual clearly was having its desired result but it wasnt enough...
The complex and those in it held little in common with the average Iesus citzen anymore...the entire ministry had taken this new path, and Bridgette longed to bring her fellow citizens to this new way of right thinking...
Patrick held in those dark cells, called bridgettes ideas "pagan depravity"....she'd made him pay for those words....she smiled knowing he would never forget his stay, but her smile was short lived when she remembered he was now a free man....the voices eased her pain.
"Yes...youre right...But a dead man..."
The guard in the corner didnt twitch, he knew his Lord wasnt talking to him, he now also knew the pleasure of the voices.
Bridgette turned to her command panel and viewed project reports...everything would be perfect.

Shamdl and Azzur rose from the prayer mats. Now with their morning homage carried out, they prepared for the last stage of the journey. They both knew they were close, they could feel it within them, the call to this lonely isolated place was growing stronger and stronger.
Azzur watched as Shamdl packed away his bedroll. Shamdl was his good friend, but still Azzur knew he must obey the call he felt inside. The call was greater than his friendship and greater than life itself.
Azzur slowly pulled the dagger out, he steadied his long knife, and plunged it into Shamdls back. Shamdl cried out, spinning around to defend himself only to be struck by repeated knife blows.
Azzur struck him again and again, faster and faster, Azzur felt the blood shower his body and run over him, he heard his friend gasping and dying, but all Azzur felt was joy.

Azzur left the prayer mats with his friends body. Where he was going, there was something greater than Allah.

...my Child....Just as satan ruled within babylon the wicked , he ruled in much of Iesus Christi....
The black childs power was at its height. barons and warlords sent secret word pledging loyalty to him in exchange for hellish delight and infernal power...
His name may not have been known nation wide, but his dark works streched through the entire country..honourable familes and clans did nothing as the evil grew.
Simon. The goodknight continued into the hellish land with his small group of knights. Into the darkest forests they marched, singing hymns to the Lord rejoicing in the eternal cross.
On the day the birth of our Lord is celebrated, the day the lord gave us himself to conquer sin, the day the truth was born...that day that lives forever...Simon and his knights entered the realm of the 'Katsu'.
This was name the humans gave them, Simon had meet those whom had left the forest kingdom part but he knew the 'Katsu' here liked to be left alone...
They where said to always maintained an extreme reverence for the old pagan ways, a devotion unparalleled anywhere in the land. The warriors of the 'katsu' had a record of brilliant, almost legendary success against all attackers. They were known as ferocious ....rumour held that eat the dead....but it was said also that courage, and honour were valued above all other things by them....
For a thousands of years, they had lived in these forests, descended from a race across the seas, a race who hated Christ and rejoiced in pagan horror....still the others of their kind Simon had meet were generally peaceful, and the evil lay north of them....
So, with banners flying the cross of the crusade, The Goodknight and his troop entered the forest of the 'Katsu'...those we now would called metahumans...elves...

a grandfathers story

At the outshirts of the village, the Sentry saw him coming. The arab man looked like he had walked for days....
"hello Sir, what can I do for you? oh can I see some ID please? barcode too"

Azzur paused, he hadnt thought all this out "I'm Malif Azzur, I'm a captain in the North Star armed forces. I am currently assigned to our embassy as head of security. Here are my papers. I believe they are all in order, I am here to see the simple iesus village ways. I feel there is much I can learn here" Azzurs voice wavered, and became distant."yes. much we can all learn I'm sure"

With great hardship they pressed forward...from all around they were assualt by cruel and mis-shaped creatures....the forces of darkness seemed to throw everything at the knights in a attempt to stop their progress... again and again they attacked...crushing the knights by attrition..for 11 days and nights they faught against the nameless horrors but struggled on....
On the 12th Night the cries of the Banshees became lourder and louder... The knights prepared themselves for another attack...but now exhausted and injured it appeared they would be at last over ran....
Back to back the knights prepared to die like Christians....but instead of one last attack, Green cloaked figures emerged from the trees...their weapons black with the oily blood of unclean creatures....
The Good Knight knew at once who they were...
"God be praised, we've made it!"

A grandfathers story


The guard talking to Azzur expected his to be told to tell the arab to 'pissoff" by command.
Instead, his comm bleeped and strange orders came through....Orders from very high up...
"ummmm....Welcome....I have orders to take you to meet someone in charge, they'll look after you....and am told to tell you..." The guard looked at his comm to make sure he repeated it correctly "We will learn and be above life itself"

For generations occult worship has been beneath the surface in Iesus Christi, crushed beneath the collective weight of the Gospel and the genuine goodness of the Iesus people. But Iesus is a changing land, oppression and genocide spawns all types of evil, and now the dark arts had an able new power champion. A woman who’s position made it perfect for her to recruit and divert suspicion.

“Seeing the Christ was dead, the soldiers did not break his legs.
One of the soldiers, however, pierced his side with a spear, and blood and water flowed out.
A drop of Christ’s blood fell upon the soldier’s lips, and he wiped it away with his hand.
The next day, he slept past sunrise, and roused from his slumber only at nightfall.
And after tasting Christ’s blood he thirsted for more……
I know. I know because I am the soldier…and the power over life and death was granted to me.
The testament of Longinus….This word is truth….”
Bridgette raised the book, elevating it to the kneeling congregation and kissed it before lowering it back down onto the lectern.
The ritual and others like it had become common among the elite of the Ministry . A gradual and steady decline in religious orthodoxy had given away to occultism…a rise in dark malignant worship.
The blasphemous rites were far from common even inside the ministry, and most of Iesus would revolt in disgust at the very idea, but Bridgette could feel the power swarm through her as she read the heretical words allowed. The people were just slaves in the greater scheme in her eyes, and eventually they would learn to follow the right way.

Rothk Kaperro was foremost an occult researcher, he did not know who is wealthy clients were who would send him on expeditions as they used their lackeys, but he had a feeling and some evidence that they belonged to these inner sects of Aerion Freemasonry and were extremely high placed in the Royal Government, or were maybe even some of the most wealthy men in the mega corporations. He had been sent on various expeditions, namely very disturbing ones.

He had researched as much as it is possible without accessing secret government records the time of the dictatorship of Prince Erne Morne, and the rise of his Principality in which the nation was practically under control of a demonic cult that pervaded all of Aerion’s high society at the time, almost as much as Freemasonry did in this time. The Roman style Senate at the time was so pervaded by this cult that Erne Morn, Praetorian and also secretly High Priest of the Cult managed to have himself elected Dictator in the Roman style, and from there he declared himself Prince. The high society of Aerion followed him kneel and toe.

The Cult of Gethsenes. It had such a control of the government and army that when the Prince slit the throat of the Archbishop at his coronation ceremony, and threw the cross on the Archbishop’s body then spit on it that the high society present barely blinked an eye. It was a time of great debauchery, much as it was now, though even moreso then. Though Aerion had been through several governments since then, the effect of the Cult of Gethsenes long-term was still said to be hiding somewhere, lurking beneath the surface.

The Royal Family’s long time occult interests, hidden to the public but known by some of the top placed servants was disturbing, but none had specifically dark interests that could be pinned down. He generally dismissed the conspiracy theory that through different regimes since the time of the Prince, an ultra secret group had actually been controlling Aerion. Though he sometimes wondered as his occultic research led him into occult researchers who he had suspicions actually worked for the top-secret Royal National Security Agency.

So here he was, working for another client as he was sent to Iesus Christi, a strange place to go he thought. He was provided a private chartered jet for the trip, to get him there even quicker. Though he still didnt know who his employer was this time, and a strange time to hire him. Especially after the death of the Royal Regent. He himself felt something happening, and was strangely drawn to the place. Rare an Aerion plane of any kind lands at Iesus Christi, but as he stared out the windows of the small jet aircraft upon the tarmac he began to realize there was something present here.

Behind the glass the engine swirled, casting its green light over the chamber.
The eerie green glow illuminated the four figures fixed firmly to large bulky metal chairs within the chamber. Each figure had an archaic looking gas mask fitted to them, a long tube running from the gas mask directly into the engine
The ‘engine’ itself pulsed with energy, like a living heart…its pulsating green glow emitted becoming brighter and brighter, yet the chamber itself seemed to becoming black…as if reality itself was changing into oil…
As the swirling ball of energy became brighter and brighter, the four figures twitched and bucked. Veins burst and Bones snapped as their bodies convulsed, but their anguished cries were smothered by the mask.

“Once the reaction is created, the Engine becomes self sustaining….only the initial input of…units and power ..is required to create the stable effect. Many people claimed the work of Doctor Venkrat was a dead end, now we know better...”
“Ecellent…we will assure the constant supply of units to make this project work…” Bridgette Purred the words as she watched the bodies break apart “You’ll have whatever you need to continue upgrading our resources…pass on my regards to the Doctor.”

The Venkrat theory

Goal: to Energise special psionic partials to create a reality fissure, thus unlock the power of the firmament.

The realm of the firmament holds untold powers, it is at the very essence the unbridled power of the cosmos, but how does one connect with this reality?

After much learned study, my colleagues and I believe the application of large amounts of energy – both psionic and standard – could start a reaction that could (if managed correctly) create a tiny rift between the temporal world and the firmament. With continued application of controlled energies(again both psionic and standard) the very matter of the firmament could be drawn forth – A source of energy so pure and majestic that it is the very stuff of God himself. The implications are limitless…limitless power and energy, the ability to fling ships across the cosmos via passage through the firmament. Touching the very stuff of heaven….

Eventually, through controlled management of the rift, we ourselves could send whatever we desired through into the Firmament and beyond…. Instant travel to Pantocratoria, Chimaea or Menelmacar...or perhaps to anywhere in creation.

Of course Energising the partials in our temporal dimension will require vast amounts of energy…especially psionic.(Standard energy of course can be provided via the miracle of nuclear power) Children have always been known to have a closer relation to the pure imagination of creation, thus have a higher psionic rating….my Colleague Doctor Griffin demonstrated this with his genetic experiments in St Augustine on test subjects.
Of course, the lesser metahuman races are even one step closer to the base stuff of creation, and thus would be the ideal material for unlocking the firmament.


Doctor Hans Venkrat.
University of Hultz. Lanverunz.

Vague outline of the ‘Venkrat model’, given to members of the science academy funding board of Lavnerunz ten years ago.
Board rejected funding, denouncing Venkrat and his methods – especially the use of unethical Iesus ‘research’. Venkrat left the country shortly before a government investigation was launched into his department at the University of Hultz. Upon his arrival in Iesus Christi, he found a government willing to embrace his ideas.