✞[ XIV. ]✞ Station of the Cross
[ ✟ ] Have you an arm like that of God, or can you thunder in a voice like his?
Adorn yourself with grandeur and majesty, and array yourself with glory and splendor.
Let loose the fury of your wrath; tear down the wicked and shatter them.
Bring down the haughty with a glance; bury them in the dust together; in the hidden world imprison them.
Then I too acknowledge that your own right hand can save you. [ ✟ ]
[ † ] Shrill screams. Unearthly howling. Die...Die...Die...In the end they would fall before him in droves, their lifeless husks left in cross-shaped streaks of acidic blood. For who has assailed him and come off safe-who in all the heavens?
Swiftly he glided through the city streets, ducking in and out of sight, with the heavy crunch of bone and spiny husk of Lavos spawn beneath his heel. This was Madness. Slaughter. Retribution. Divine Glory. He was Reborn: The Saviour, making the new man from the old, so that he might restore the nature which had been corrupted. A monster of Divine Providence.
See, beside you I made Behemoth, that feeds on grass like an ox. Behold the strength in his loins, and his vigor in the sinews of his belly. He carries his tail like a cedar; the sinews of his thighs are like cables. His bones are like tubes of bronze; his frame is like iron rods.
✟ Job 40:15-18 ✟
Built for one Purpose. For one purpose he would Serve, and for one purpose he would die. Like straw...Like straw they were..And he, who would patrol the streets would be the gale to sweep the sinners all away. For neither was he man, nor beast. Should any approach-Should any dare-he would be as iron to straw, and bronze to rotten wood. Intrepid he was made. All, however lofty, would fear him; he is king over all proud beasts. [ † ]
[ooc: Father Anderson has made his reappearance Post-Nail in the series. He will be a Divine Punisher, seeking to accost any that cross paths with him that appear even remotely vampiric/demonic.]