[Jacob]

(OOC: Crates are black lizard like things.)

2 weeks later and the church was abandoned. All that was left inhabiting the building were cockroaches and beetles, feasting on the left over meat that the Mudokons had left behind. The bones of their sacrifices were strewn all around the wooden floor, around the pews and some even on the beams. The bones of the Crate girl were gone, well, practicly gone in the sea of hardened remains. But something unusual was wrong with this whole picture, something that would never of usually happened with other cults. The leader, the one who had ordered the sacrifices was pinned, nailed even, to the cross that towered over the interior of the Church. It was like something out of the bible, but this was crueler...nastier and painfuller. The Mudokon was still alive, his body decomposing as he breathed. Insects buzzing around the dry, rotting skin. Investigating the wooden stakes that had been savagely jammed into his hands and feet. However his eyes were not full of pain and/or regret...they were full of evil. Evil and deviousness. Like it was meant to be, as if it was planned before the beginning of time.

~End~

(OOC: Sorry for the shitness, but in truth. There was never sposed to be a 2nd part to this!!)