The Red Cardinal tossed Y’s body on the ground with little to no remorse; she slowly backed away as the boy Y once called son. “Alistair” she whispered, as if she were almost in awe. The young boy parted a sea of red clad assassins, walking as if he were some sort of dignitary. With each step he took towards Y intercept; a Cardinal bowed in his presence.
His jet black hair had been tainted with white along the sides; he was dressed in traditional Khata compliments of the Cardinal Monastery. She saw no remorse in his eyes, not that she ever expected to. No one would ever know how Alistair felt about them, given the music he always had playing around him. He said nothing, she said nothing; the two simply stared into the pupils of each other on a mutual understanding. “That’ll be all Surreal” Alistair said, doing a half turn towards an emerald glow coming from behind the endless hordes of assassins. “Mother, the Lazarus pit waits!” He screamed holding his hands in the air, igniting a thunderous response from the congregation.
Y was pushed towards the edge of the boiling green concoction; it smelled horrible but the marvels it just so happened to be capable of managed to scare the cocaine goddess. “My mother, my true mother shall be reborn; we will take this land” he said, pressing his foot upon the chest of Y intercept. As he did so, the Cardinals around him began chanting a mesmerizing chant, one synonymous with voo-doo. His brow bent just a bit, only because it was pushed by his Machiavellian grin; he said nothing, she said nothing, with one thrust of his foot he kicked the cocaine goddess into the concoction.
The moment her skin touched the boiling concoction, she let loose a deafening screaming, and began thrashing around much like a serpent. The chanting grew louder, and more erotic; the fizzing on the bubbles suddenly stopped and the Black Cardinal came rising from the pit. Just her presence gave off a pressure so strong, that it knocked whoever was standing directly around the pit off their feet.
“How was your temporary dwelling” Alistair asked, referring to her temporary stay in Cassidy Lockhart’s head. “Twas both disturbing and enlightening” she quickly responded, stepping into her black cloak still in the pit.
“My body is currently in the clutches of my estranged husband…retrieve it” she didn’t speak with malice but with a sort of elegance. Death had rid her of her debaucheries peace would finally come to both her and the Cardinals.
The transformation was almost complete; her body was needed to fulfill her completion, Y intercept’s body was dowsed in a whole host of sins. Not only that, much like Mercy; Y was strong willed which meant every now and then she could fill the snake hiss.
“This pit is like no other; only the most brilliant scientist could conceive something so precious” she said, stroking the sides of the pit. The moment Z’s foot touched the ground, the whole South Cardinal island shook. “Death and Destruction hath pass, and there was a great earthquake; the glory of the Black Cardinal reveal itself” Alistair quoted, an excerpt from her teachings.
“Go forth and proclaim the goodness of your lord, the Black Cardinal has returned rejoice” she said, with her hands extended outwards towards them. “The world’s going to take notice to your arrival mother” he said, stroking her jet black hair that was beginning to turn; blonde.
“I want them to come, I want them to come, I want them to know, I want them to know what has happened here today…” her voice trailed off at the end, as if her body temporarily entered some type of ecstasy.
The Cardinals marched through the streets; rejoicing at the return of their lord, as for Z her number one priority was gaining her body for Jean; with that on the back burner for now, she commanded the Cardinals to dispose of the “lesser religions” based in SCI