The great killer known only as the Inquisitor clenched his fists and steeled himself for what was to come, his gaze fixated on the towering building before him. Seemingly in preparation for the conflict, Heaven had unleashed its most powerful downpour yet; the rain actually coming down hard enough to be painful as the Inquisitor made his way up the steps to the imposing house of God, made a mockery by the demons that nested there.
He was sure this was a trap, after all, he had experience hunting this particular monster and knew him to be cunning and resourceful. But after tracking him across the globe to this location, he would not pass up the opportunity for vengeance. Clearing his head of doubts, the Inquisitor strode forward, summoned his strength, and pushed the doors open.
There, at the far end, beneath an alter of Jesus Christ, knelt his target. He couldn’t help but feel rage boil up within him, to see this devil mock prayer in such a way. Yet the Inquisitor was no fool, and rather than attack, he examined his surroundings carefully. If the Master was here, so was the Childe, and both would be hungering for his blood, the blood of Angels, the key needed for these monsters to transform themselves from abominations created by a spark of divinity gone awry, into true demons.
The Final Nightmare. There had been only one before, and its power so great that God himself intervened and unleashed a purging rain upon the Earth, washing away all things tainted by the demon.
The Inquisitor knew, better than any, just how close to the birth of another demon they were.
As the Master stood, his prayer apparently finished, the eyes of a divine Angel of retribution met with the eyes of an Angel of death brought to the world by a false God, and a solemn vow was exchanged. They both knew that this was the end.
After tonight, the world would change. One way or another.
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