"Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam, Et lingua eius loquetur indicium.."
A soft voice sung out admist a sudden barrage of screams. All about, people were being tossed mercilessly up into the air - rendered limb from limb by an invisible force. Heads were missing, torsos separated from legs, some had even been torn neatly in two and lain down with such care that one would almost think a compassionate survivor had done it.
But that wasn't the case.
"Beatus vir qui suffert tentationem, Quonium cum probates fuerit accipient coronam vitae."
The murderer merely needed a path to walk through. Tiny, blood soaked feet glided over the slick surface, whatever invisible force around him that was destroying the people kept them all safely at bay - and lead him on despite the heavy helmet jammed over his face, obscuring his vision.
"Kyrie, ignis divine, eleison."
Another went spinning wildly out of control to his right. Strands of black-pink hair tumbled from the back of the horrid contraption, though an undoubtedly pleased aura surrounded him.
"... O quam sancta, quam serena, quam benigna, quam amoena O castitatis lilium."
He couldn't sense his brethern, but he was certain that didn't matter... The intiuation of a Diclonius was rarely wrong. And Nero wasn't about to allow his escape to end prematurely.