Visigoth, Smyrna, and Brooke are once again together. This time they are in an open field. The sky is burned red. The scene is strange. Far stranger than anything since, or prior to, Visigoth’s Salvation. The Revelations that he had when Kurtus Spees showed him his soul, and released the evil inside of him, to reveal his true potential. Prior to that, Visigoth was a dark soul, setting everything he so choose, including himself, ablaze. Damning any soul he felt necessary. But now...now this appeared to be some kind of sacrifice. Like an Angel’s Son being offered to the Gods. Visigoth is seemingly the master of ceremonies. We see in the background a man who appears to be crucified. His long hair hangs over his face, as his head is bowed down. His shirt is tattered and torn, as are his pants, and he is not wearing shoes. Brooke is standing in front of what resembles a gurney. A white sheet lies over whatever may be underneath. Smyrna is standing off to the side, alone; once again, he is slightly bent backwards at the waist. It appears he is using all of his strength just to remain balanced, but is not even straining. Visigoth is sitting on a rock. He begins to speak.



I have told...neigh, warned...everyone of the time...the time that I would create my predecessor...today is that day...in part...today I shall choose...or at least let know...and name my next of kin...most have thought that it would be a child from which I saw a gift...some time ago...they would have thought an evil child...possibly they were right...perhaps now they would believe a child with my strange godly gifts...whatever they believed the child to posses...they were right...he possesses all possible gifts...for he...is...my offspring...you have not misheard...it is the child of Visigoth...it is not a child bore of lust...it is a child bore of a love only I and she can feel...now think back...if you wish me to explain...back to a time of which a trinity began...all have seen my change...nearly before their eyes...when Kurtus Spees let known that he possessed my soul...did I not believe without changing as much as my facial expression...ah yes...but did anyone ever question such a smooth transition...of course not...it was too perfect...It had to be correct...but no one thought...that after such acceptance on my part...that I was truly already changed...I just wanted him to prove it to me...outwardly...I still did not believe...but inside...inside I knew who I was...I just needed a reason to believe in all of your eyes...you had to see it...and what I could have shown you...you were not ready to see...but now...you have come to accept me...and so I feel that the time is right...for me to show you of what has come to pass...I had given up on God’s Blue Earth...Because I knew...or at least thought I did...that I could never find that love which only I can feel...again...not in one of you mortals...but then she arrived...then she was born in my eyes...and so she was perfect...I knew that I could never find the love I had prior again...but...I could...find a new love...and a love...that was far greater...than even what I had felt previous...Now...I was sure that the rest of my life...was secure...



And so it was that a child was born...From an essence that was all encompassing of she and I...we created life...and now it is my time...my chance to give a gift...a chance to...consecrate...

Suddenly Smyrna steps forward. He begins to speak, looking straight forward.



Justified
You rationalize that life lies
Remnants of a broken past
Released by a benevolent blast

Cry I cant
But try I will
Through this dedication
I shall achieve consecration

Finally she
Is all you expect her to be
Waiting a life time
Looking for the sublime

Dying Inside
All of the lies
Deviant souls
Filling the whole
Into your heart
Diversity harks
Become impure
Find she is the only cure

Desperate needs
Fulfilled destinies
Love is stronger
And nothing in the world lasts any fucking longer

Cry I cant
But try I will
Through this dedication
I shall achieve consecration

Smyrna drops back. He continues to sulk back. He is now standing farther away than when he moved forward to speak. Visigoth once again begins to speak.

Brooke...ready him...

Brooke rolls forth the gurney. She throws back the white sheet to reveal a young child. Visigoth begins the ceremony.



Et ainsi cet enfant sera consecrated. C'est lui qui a fait sa voie à cette terre par l'intermédiaire du divinity que j'ai instillé dedans à lui. Dans cet enfant tout que les vies soient toute la vie. Il produisent le plus pur du pur et il ne laissera aucune âme abandonée derrière. Chez lui que l'amour le plus bel sera breeded, parce que il est multiplié de l'amour le plus pur de tous... Lindsey le Déesse lui a donné la naissance... et ainsi... il sera Dieu.

Visigoth slits his wrist. He lets the blood drip freely from his open wound. He raises his arm high above the child. The blood slowly drips down to the bottom of his wrist and then drips in to the prone mouth of the child. He lifts his head slightly in order to get all of it to fall in to his mouth, or at least as much as he can. When Visigoth suddenly stops bleeding, the child seems to relax. Visigoth does as well, as he previously seemed to be in as much pain as we had ever seen him in. But now Visigoths face is serene. He sits back. He begins to speak again.

Maintenant il est fait. Il est maintenant le successeur. Il est le prochain dans la ligne, le prochain des parents, du plus grand Visigoth. Tous périront s' il choisit ainsi, et tout wallow dans leur propre stench s' ils ne se conforment pas à sa loi divine. Qui mener tout nous dedans salut... quand ainsi choisir... pour son père notre création perfection, et son mère meilleur moitié tout monde... pour Lindsey... et pouvoir non reproduire... mais avec ce cérémonie, créer qui meilleur que Visigoth, parce que moitié Visigoth, mais moitié Lindsey. Rien ne peut être aussi bon que Lindsey... mais tous qu'elle est une partie de volonté soient meilleurs que son prédécesseur. Now Brooke…take him away…that is all we can do…it is all we have to do…he will soon be as I am…she will be proud surely…and now you…yes you…you have seen all the way in…I have allowed you all in to my mind…only a couple of old windows are left to be peered out of…but they may hold the view of anything mind you…yet I warn you…your future…now that you are so privileged…may never be the same…for when you think that I am just a coworker…or another man playing a character such as a Zeus…or a HardKore…look closer…you will see…that I am not…that I am truly as I say I am…Nick Willers is dead…and Visigoth…lives on…



As Visigoth sits back down upon the stone and bows his head forward again, we see that Brooke has taken the child away. But Smyrna still remains. But now his clothes have changed. He is attired in a long black robe. He then pulls the hood over his head. The sky burns a deeper red. Smyrna raises his hand in to the air. On his hand he holds a hanging object. A dog mask.  On the crucified man's shirt, a word is scrawled, as we have seen before in the church, across the chest of the father's son just after Visigoth's conversion.  That word is, MartyR.