[b][i]“DID YOU THINK I WOULD NOT NOTICE MELODY!”[/b][/i]

 [b][i]“YOU RANCID WHORE!”[/b][/i]

a charred corpse runs and prances naked throughout his domain. Screaming and chanting something unintelligible as flakes of his black and red skin fall to the ground. The screaming flame high above in the sky and subsided for a short while as Judas watched these events unfold before his glowing red eyes. He didn't care about the skirmish between the scum. Soon, he would start a war. And what he needed was on the surface.

He falls on his knees and between his ultimate shrieks of rage, bashes his head against the ground, over and over again. His scalp and forehead beginning to collapse and cave in on itself. He reaches his charred fingers into the wound and presses it against his now concave forehead until the disgusting sounds of his skull cracking gives out and his hand plunges deeper into his own horrid head wound. 

He smiles and cries tears of blood and he slams his broken head against the ground one final time. This time, opening his mouth and grinding his few remaining teeth along the floor; flinching and convulsing as the teeth shattered and broke along the ground.

He stands up wearily as his skull pumps out a thick, poisonous bile from the wound and his mouth leaks blood. This awful substance, this never-ending essence floats up into the air and with the wave of his gnarled and broken hands, begins to rise higher and higher.

Then a glow begins to emit in the sky. The screams must begin once again. But this time, it will draw out the essence of the Damned, the essence that is infinite. A red malicious fog rises from the ground and wraps itself around Judas, loving him, nurturing him, feeding him. He whispers his honeyed words to his own essence. A sick perversion.

[b][i]“I will bring dominance”[/b][/i]

[b][i]“I will bring truth”[/b][/i]

[b][i]“I will bring purity”[/b][/i]

[b][i]“I will bring Godliness”[/b][/i]

His essence tickles his cheek lovingly as it begins to move rapidly to the Gate, a never ending stream of this hateful and ugly essence raises forth from the ground and heads to the Gate, where it will head to Loom. To end this once and for all. Judas lets out one final roar, this time one that is not wretched, lowly and secretive. But one that is curdled with a fury that no one shall ignore nor stand against

[b][i]“AND I WILL BRING RIGHTEOUSNESS!”[/b][/i]

And soon after those words. A screaming Flame emerges once again.

*

Three figures, three major players out in Loom. All waiting, vying for control.

And soon there would be a forth, and it's sickness, its rage, its sadness and it's monstrous intent could not be ignored. For in the midst of the chaos, the Angels and Demons battling it out and the remaining humans fleeing in terror, in the middle of all the carnage. It suddenly stopped, and they all felt it. This cancerous feeling of malice and murder drilling into their very minds. Invading the once place that should have been safe from everything.

And then the red pours out through the shadows and cracks of sidewalks and the crumbling buildings. The red, stringy fog rises out of the city and begins the process of taking it hostage. It's weight, it's presence almost crushing to all it would cross. Men and Women became prisoner to its power, and the Angels and Demons would soon follow. Battles stopped in mid swing as they simply stood, staring at each other as they attempted in vain to fight off the mental brainwashing that was taking place. The heathen scum belonged to him now, where they would serve as meat-shields. Their only true purpose.
But it was not satisfied with its accumulating army, it sped throughout the entire City which had now become a battlefield. It was looking for something, he was looking for something. 

And within the battered city. A chilled echo was heard in the minds of its inhabitants.

[b][i]“A Heretic shall bring forth Salvation on a Mountain of the purged”[/b][/i]