NationStates Jolt Archive


The Death Disciple Group (MT)

Iscariot InstituteXIII
05-08-2005, 05:03
The speakers blared in the holy city as Archbishop Maxwell stepped forward, bowing lightly as applause echoed about him. He smiled softly, letting his blonde hair, caught in ponytail, curl about his neck, as he bowed again; before letting his feet carry him to the microphone. He was young, attractive and yet an archbishop; and leader of Iscariot...

"Greetings, people of our beloved and pure city; people of this world, who even now hear my voice. I am Enrico Maxwell, Archbishop Maxwell" A smile played across his lips, as he chuckled softly. "I am section head of Iscariot; the Order of the Zealot Judas. It is our holy duty, to oppose heresy and diablerie in our fair nation; and to stop it from tainting the domain of almighty God." He blessed himself, even as the thick Italian accented words tumbled forth.

"We stand, this day, at a turning point. We will no longer sit idle, as the word of God is forgotten, we shall not sit while the words of Holy Scripture languish in forgotten tomes; we shall bring it forth, and with it, smite all who oppose divine will. The dead that walk shall be silenced, their souls restored to his Side; their bodies burnt away. Those who defy the will of the Section; shall know the wrath of our Armed Priest Brigades; who even now stand ready to face the seven million, four hundred, five thousand, nine hundred and twenty six demons of hell. God bless you, IN NOMINE PATRIS ET FILII ET SPIRITUS SANCTI. AMEN"

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Alexander Anderson whirled about as the ghoul approached, driving the holy blades into its impure flesh with barely contained glee; the maddened Scotsman cackling as he pinned one to a wall, driving the divine weapon through the unholy beast; and leaving it, twitching against the plaster.
"Whit dae a' see afore me? The walkin' deid; the undeid fromin' up, an army." His grin widened. "Afair ye have a chance tae pray....ye'll perish like dogs..."
Iscariot InstituteXIII
05-08-2005, 05:26
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Iscariot InstituteXIII
05-08-2005, 06:18
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Iscariot InstituteXIII
05-08-2005, 15:23
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Iscariot InstituteXIII
06-08-2005, 02:52
Bump!
Iscariot InstituteXIII
09-08-2005, 17:37
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Iscariot InstituteXIII
20-12-2005, 02:00
"Aye; there be much need o' our justice in their hearts" Anderson sat, his long coat draping over the chair as he watched Enrico delicately sip from a cup of wine; Anderson's glasses gleaming as he rose; towering over the Archbishop; who idly raised an eye too look at him. Behind Enrico, Heinkel and Yumie stood; one, in the garb of a priest, had his hands upon his pistols; while Yumie clutched her Samurai sword.

"Yes yes; we shall dispense justice to each and every heretic in time, Alex; but not yet...Not now. There are too many things to consider; rumors of Millenium; Hellsing, and Alucard..."

"Alucard" Anderson's eyes blazed with righteous fire. "The very lapdog o' Hellsing itself; the abomination in the midst o' Protestants"

"Quite; Rather soon I may consider sending you to...Re-introduce ourselves. They think Iscariot has been idle; but they know nothing...Our Relic Acquisition Bureau; Matthew III; is in the preperation for Anti-Vampire Weaponry; soon, we see a full-blown war."

"And whit o' the whores of Millenium?"

"The Fascists will taste our divine blades in time; the followers of the bloody path of Mars..."

"Aye, Mars....Mars and undeid; it's nae right..."

"None of it is; but soon...Soon we shall consecrate each and every one of them, in Death. Go with God Anderson."

"Aye, go wae God, Archpriscopus Maxwell.."