Somewhere in the Canyons of Arizona
The death of a Jane Doe, a woman previously found eight months pregnant by the side of the road, before committing su!cide in the hospital that she was brought to, according to the facility's records. The island she came from, town of Temple Gate, where the residents sacrificed all their children in the name of God, a violent, delirious Christian cult led by preacher Sullivan Knoth, who r4pes the local women and, once they are pregnant, executes them on suspicion of carrying the Antichrist. Knoth claims that Temple Gate lies on the mouth of Hell. It’s not just those “Christian’s”. There’s a Satanic splinter group known as the 'Heretics', and their androgynous yet extremely lustful leader Val, who wish to hasten Judgement Day by witnessing the Antichrist's birth. And not just that! In the forest, is the syphilis-infected 'Scalled', who were cast out from Temple Gate. The leader of the Scalled’s is the abusive, dwarfish leader Laird Byron and his hulking mount Nick Tremblay. A document revealing that the Murkoff Corporation is responsible for everyone's insanity in the region due to an experimental mind control station hidden deep in the mountains, which is also the cause of the blinding light.
BANG!
A flash of light momentarily stunned you, but had also stunned the hostile villagers around you that had been trying to maim you. You use that time to quickly run, running past the dead crows that were recently killed and squalor, running past the remains of dead infants, running past the townsfolk. Unlucky for you, you fell a few cliffs. You stayed on the ground for a bit, regaining your bearings when the sound of footsteps caught your attention. But you were seeing double. A man walks besides you. . . . He had let you use his root cellar as a room, he was hospital. He kept you safe for the night. But, as the saying goes, ”Something went bump in the night.”
your eyes flicker open as you hear Ethan speaking to someone unfamiliar.
“I ain't hiding nothing.”
“Righteousness cannot pass in blood by loins, but the blood of your heart.”
you hear a raspy voice of a woman respond.
“I kenn Papa's gospel. I copied 'em a hunnert times. If I knew where the outsider was...”
”The prophet don't need your help in finding the devil's whore and her rut-mate. Knoth questions even now other heretics at chapel. God'll guide him.”
“I ain’t a heret—“
SLAM!
Marta slammed her crudely made pickaxe at him. The two struggled for a bit. Marta is depicted as a very tall, lanky middle-age woman with light blue eyes, a gaunt inflection, pale skin, black stringy hair, and black robes draped on her like rags and is barefoot. She wields a crudely made pickaxe shaped like a crucifix with a spiked pommel with a rosary wrapped around it and a glowing, fiery orange incense burner at the top of the weapon. Her exact height is unknown, although she has to hunch through doors, indicating she's roughly seven feet tall. She uses her pickaxe to shove it into his chest, pinning him to the pillar.
“You sinned when you denied the prophet your daughter. You sinned since to deny it.”
“Please! Please just let me talk to Knoth!”
“You know where the outsider is. God and the prophet both want their blood.”
“Just let me talk to Knoth. I can explain…” . . . ”God don't hear dead men.”
and with that, she let go… only to swing the sharpest part of the pickaxe into his stomach, lifting him with it. His gurgles of blood and sickening crunch filled your ears.
“Be still. Take your penance. God loves you. God loves you.”
She says as she slaughters him. She threw him across the room, and with a final thrust, she swung it into him. The benevolent man you knew, dead. Just like that.
she takes the pickaxe back out, lifting it over her shoulder. You had still been in the root cellar, but you heard and watched every single thing through the floor boards. Speaking of which, the broken floor boards are covering your exit. Just then, there was a creak. And she heard.