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A joyous hymn soared from a massive pipe organ. The centerpiece of the grand Ophiel cathedral of the primitive world of Trian. Sadeon, kingpin of the biological warfare and alchemy sect, belted it's keys nonchalantly over screams of horrified church-goers. Epic notes pounded unto tissue and viscera splayed across the central hall. A scene of prior carnage, Sadeon soaked up the moist residue of the blood clinging on fresh air. His telekinetic freak of a best friend cleared the main hall before Kyuss arrived, and enjoyed himself a great deal by the looks of it.
"Vivi's gonna sleep well tonight."
Marching boots thundered from hallways either side of the pews, the jovial sadist readied himself for screaming havoc and blinding fury while he called to Kyuss entering behind him. The guards were admirable, their swords forged in the eye of the Light. It mattered not whether they lived or died, their villages' water supply was now thick with cholera. Aurelius allowed a moment to celebrate the day hyper-religious hypocrites died slowly and miserably because of him. Ophiel occupied numerous backwards and decrepit worlds across the galaxy where they lured the vulnerable and misguided to their religion of Light, including Sith Acolytes too afraid to defect to the Jedi.
Losing himself in the magnificent sound, Sadeon displayed his remarkable musical talent while a ligament of intestine fell almost inexplicably from a higher level onto ivory keys. "Damnit why can't he use lightning like a normal Sorc? He's always gotta make such a fucking mess!" Aurelius exclaimed before wondering why he couldn't just make amulets instead of infectious diseases like a normal alchemist.
"Citizens, evacuation forces will lead you out of the back passageways. The top floor has been sealed, I repeat, do not attempt to escape to the roof!"
A bishop called to his people over the spire speaker. Pounding feet sounded towards the huge cathedral, imbued swords ready for their demise. White armored knights filed into the ground floor where the Supreme Leader himself waited keenly to eradicate them. Suddenly, the bishop cut out. A monotonous voice replaced him, calling softly to the little backwater village and the residents in the church. The ethereal song of a demon judging his underlings, haunted their blind souls and mortal values.
"God is dead. God has been expelled from this universe. There is no haven awaiting you after your death. In the end, only nothing remains."
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