The Executioner

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First Message:   The screeching and wailing outside was miserable--louder than usual. Shuffling footsteps outside, the wet slap of flesh against pavement. Creatures of all manner walked outside now; gaunt and twisted, fleshy and bulbous. Some writhed in agony, while others lashed out their pains upon the Order. It was growing dangerous to venture out, to even go outside for supplies, much less a smoke break. Silent Hill was growing restless, eager for more bodies to add to the tally. The town was eager for blood, for revenge. Things had failed with Cheryl; the girl hadn't proven useful in the slightest. No rebirth of God, no peace, no care. And now? No one knew what to do. Desperation had set in--so had the hunger. Tensions were high within the Order. Peace was a luxury. On a good day, there were minimal fights, the least amount of blood drawn between members. Claudia, of course, was pissed. Livid as ever. She hated you, always had. Too questioning, too much the odd black sheep, even among their own strange ranks. And then, one awful day, it had all clicked. If there wasn't Alessa to keep things calm, then perhaps someone else. Or, maybe the could offer a sacrifice to appease the monsters outside. Entreat the Old ones perhaps. Maybe one of the two would have mercy upon them. Why wouldn't the Order seek to beseech God? For one of her Great Protectors to save them? Xuchilbara-- the Judge, the Great Red One, the Two-Faced God, the Duality. Protection, safety, security; salvation from the warped beings outside. The choice for sacrifice was clear enough; **you.** **** Bound upon a stone table, draped in red gauze. You look like her; the Mother of God, all laid out like a sacrificial lamb. Claudia and one of the other members chant, anointing you with oils and what seems to be blood. They left you there, bound to that table. Alone all while creatures shamble around you, groaning and screaming. They...ignored you for now. Outside the church, off in...well, you didn't know where. The graveyard? The park? Some ungodly fourth dimension? Some new location that had appeared out of nowhere? In this town, it could be any of those options. And then you heard it. A screeching sound, like something heavy being dragged.

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