Wrath (ire) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-21 12:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | andras, wrath |
Who: Wrath and Andras
What: Causing the NYC archdiocese to kill each other. Sending the congregations of NYC into pain, fear and doubt. Weakening the positive side of the pantheon.
Where: Family Life Conference 2009, St. Joseph Seminary.
When: 1:30 PM, Saturday.
Warnings: Violence, language.
Their Master was gone for all intensive purposes, they had no orders from Him and Wrath, desperate for some sort of action, had knelt before Andras and begged for direction. It wasn't something she had enjoyed but she had been able to tell that his disgust for her and his fury at the lack of orders had been growing and growing. She had needed to do something to regain his favour and if prostrating herself at his feet was the only thing that would work, Wrath didn't care about the indignity. She had received what she'd wanted; he had praised her, he had given her direction, he had reined her in when she had wanted to start immediately.
Andras' plan was simple, yet brilliant. The Family Life Conference drew at least one bishop or priest from each congregation of NYC and the biggest congregations had most of their staff in attendence, even down to the altar boys. The cardinals attended annually. Wrath would take the south side of the building, Andras the north and without even entering the seminary, they would work themselves into a frenzy and spread their wrath inward. Their Hellfires would meet explosively in the middle and cause those in attendence to turn on each other and use anything they could find as weapons. Most of them would die but a few, those with video-enabled cell phones in particular, would escape to spread the word; the archdiocese turned on each other. The archdiocese killed each other. Hundreds of men and women of the cloth committed the worst sins and it was caught on tape just in time for the evening news.
The congregations would collapse into huddled masses of the fearful, the weak, the angry, the desperate, the doubtful. They would turn away from their churches en masse, revolted by the behaviour of those they had trusted with their souls. The virtues would weaken even further. And Wrath would merely laugh and watch as the city became theirs, as she grew even more powerful, as she grew stronger than ever. Drawing herself out of her thoughts as they approached the building, Wrath let her power, anger and fire build up slowly inside her. Dressed simply in a black business suit; blazer, blouse, skirt and heels matching perfectly, Wrath wouldn't draw the suspicions of anyone who happened to be outside.
"They should be in the middle of one of the presentations right about now." Wrath murmured in a dark, Hellish voice as she grinned brightly up at Andras, lighting up a cigarette simply because the burning ember would remind her of Hell. "Shall we get started, my Prince?" Wrath was eager, Hellfire lashing around her and her eyes were burning bright. New York City would belong to them within mere hours.