The black dawn of Gaia hand of Judas part 3.

on earth 666-616)

(The Black Dawn of Gaia)

(It's day one, 11:59 pm.)

(Black Creek Baptist Church of the Divine Quadrinity of the conscious in mindful)

Outside the church in the parking lot, the pavement with no cracks or a pothole looked so clean that you could eat your food.

I'm looking at this city church van. Oh wait, that's my shifty pedo van with seals of removing fucking van. It was as if the mystery van was on meth and then repented. I jam my fucking keys into it like it said a slur about my grandmother. Before I hit the road, all I heard was

Farther!!!!!!!White.....!!!?, Is That uuuuuu!!!! I love a strong and handsome Irish man.

I looked down at this short, older woman. She said how are you doing today with a smile that was so kind and motherly. Her voice was just like my mother's, so it made me feel a little sad mixed with happy because she was one of the sheep of my flock. Pure as the white lamb of the gods. She was a white mage and Wicca. She donates the flowers that help protect the church.

Farther white, you are my favorite member of the council of the holy four. You are so tall and handsome; You give back to the county folk of this town so much with your word and actions. She put her hand on my chest in a motherly way. Reavling hears the duality of youth and age like wine. She looked like she was from a noble family. With her family crests on her belt, it was the golden dawn of the rose.

She pulls out a pipe with herbs of the land. Did you know Nevis? I was a member of the white mages; I was a nymph of Verdan. That's the reason I'm cursed with this youth. She then stared at me, revealing her green eyes, and then she turned into a form similar to my age. She pressed against rubbing her fingers through my hair.

If you need help with the mountain witch, She then put in my hand some blue and green seeds and put them in my trench coat pocket. Take these with you. Call my name Kalypso Amphitrite, white mage and spawn verdan. She had massive breasts that I was not trying to stare at. I pulled up my trench coat so she couldn't see my banner. My face was packed with red and pink. Steam was coming from my nose, and sweat ran down my pores. I almost forgot about my plans because I was lost in the sea of lust. Her breasts and private eras were covered up with fig plant leaves, just like Eve, as she swayed her hips in pure exotica. There was the scent of flowers in the air.

There was a light of green, then a golden and green portal manifested in front of me. Kalypso walked into the portal. Before she left, she said You are welcome anytime to come with me to lands of the fae and nature spirits I heard a flirting giggle as she gave me a seductive stare, and then she vanished into a green holy portal of nature. The portal was a symbol of the world tree.

I pulled out my phone to check the time it was 2400 hours. I hurry up, jump in my van, and head to the pub. As I was driving, I looked at this run-down, gritty town filled with a silent dread. The air was cold, like fall in October. There were various leaves all over the ground. The leaves were gold, red, orange and brown. The skies were a black-grayish hue. As I smoked, I could feel the fall cold air fill my lungs. I drive past the only hospital in the town. It looked like a creepy insane asylum. It had a supernatural energy. I was like, I could hear this song of the dead. The hospital had a sickly white. As I drive more profoundly in the town, I park my shitty ass human tracking, looking at the car. I was thinking in my head that I need a new paint job. My car was making so much noise because of me driving these Fucking!! Potholes. I hoped fucking mayor Greyward would fix these fucking roads, and I was happy there wasn't any traffic. I saw the multiple signs on the road that said underconsturion and other shit. By The Great Gods!!!! Fucking pure Cunt!!!

I said out loud as fuck! I finally pull up to this shit hole. I threw up in my mouth a little bit as I smelled the scent of burning plastic from a garbage plant. My boots were dragging heavily on the ground. The taste in the air was that of various drugs and musty odors.FUCKING Odin!!!! The crow father!!!! How can this place still be running? I heard the echo of my voice. The screams of crows flying away in fear from my voice were that of dark thunder. The feathers, black as obsidian, fell from the sky like trillions of fucking snowflakes. Some feathers even filled my mouth those fucking vermin scum were everywhere. Fucking!!! Spawn of sheloth bane. There was a vast White and golden Huntsman spider. It ran with them as fast as the gods of winds. I feel the moisture from my pores oozing sweat.

I grab my golden napkins with signs of the goods: A Forest of World Trees and the center of the Forrest, a master grand elder tree, and the other word of the excellent goods. By God, I want some tea of any fucking kind or some coffee. I pull out my pack of mints and Toss it in the air. Man, I remember when I thought that trick to the kids, lol. Oscar was the smartest one out of the bunch. The light of joy filled me as I remembered how Bill had tripped while choking on the mint and how I had to save his life. Man, he was such a funny little lad who could bring joy to everyone. Man, we were such a happy family back then. This was the same joy I felt when Dante got drafted as the number one pick of the country. I still can feel the tears of joy that rain down my face. They could drown a Leviathan spawn of Levidra.

A random man with a European monk haircut. Said

I Don't fuck with your face. It looks like the Joker

When I fuck you, Mom, I smoke a fat cigar and play poker

You lil niggas are so weak you fold like origami

I got so much drip I made all Bicths get wet like a tsunami

Yo raps are so soft that they make my bars look like they were made from Kami.

He was said to be a kid in a tech-fit hip-hop black-and-white jumpsuit. He looked like he was just only six years old. He had a fake golden grill and a shirt that said doomsday in all caps, bold 90s American edgy comics. It was my nostalgia for when Dante made his first comic. That boy was so proud and made me so happy that he took an interest in reading, even if it took making his dumb little make-believe Heros. Walking past that freestyle cipher circle, I put some spare change in the kid's cup. The young lad gave me a smile of joy like he just won the lottery. He had cheap-ass fake grills that had a noticeable gap. He was darker than Dante.

Wow, look who's stumble in the pub. All I heard was a deep Southern sister fucking Confederate flag-waving red-neck biker. The pub was heavily filled with gang tags; one they saw was the hand of Hastur, the yellow lords, and another was the daughters of whore of  Babylon, a group who use Medusa as their symbol. They are a local all-women-led gang who are known to protect sex workers, women, and children. I heard some rumors

That's father white. He was one the biggest reasons why the tides of war changed in our favor; the biker said as he looked at the other bikers in his gang. They were the soul serpents. They had jackets that were black like an abyss that had a texture that was old cowhide that was black.

That's the fang of Mayor Greyward. If someone touches him, they are branded with the mark of Duhov, the second lord of the void inferno, and said another biker with long overgrown black hippie hair. He wore a shirt that displayed the wear of a snake in letters. That looked like a hair metal band of the past. He looks like he was a meth head member of the band Kiss with his teeth that was a rotten yellow. He had one golden tooth. He made up, but it made him look like a black-in-white clown.

Leave them fuck ALONE!!! You dumb fucks said a deep voice that was pure dominance. A man that I looked down at who had bread that looked like a black beard as if he had a hipster fucnking gen-z barber

The bike was pulling on his black bread in a grooming way. He pulled off a knife comb and started combing his well-groomed beard. He had a wise energy about him, like he was a druid.

That man is fucking American hero and walking a one-person army. Stay the fuck out his way, or I will shoot you dead myself. He pulled out a long black pistol. That had skeletal serpents and human skulls. The skull had red crimson eyes that had hues of blood. He had a face of fear and anger. He put out his hand in a Viking warrior handshake. I looked at his cybernetic peg leg that was a secret high weapons grade Light machine gun. It was transformed into a black wooden hidden in-plain-sight style camouflage. It was probably from the black market, or he could get it doing a job for Mayor Greyward.

I felt his hand, which was firm and dry. He had an actual man's handshake. I looked down into his red, dead eyes.

I hope you have a blessed one, boys. May the gods be with you, I said with a face that projected a mask of foolish glee and joy that made some members look up at me with faces that were an ocean of dread, wonder, fear, and other emotions. They had clouds of vapes that made a tropical mint-like scent in the air.

I duck my head and bend my knee as I enter the pub door. It had black-grayish wood that looked like pines of the witch woods.

His wife became one of the avatars of Víðópnir, said a voice that sounded like a meth of Ohio mix with a shifty southern tone. It was like the physical embodies a fucking tweaker.

I laugh as I walk in, but it was just a false projection of my emotions. I thought back on that wicked day. The day everything was taken away from me. A small tear from my eye was trying to escape, but I was fighting it like a warrior. I pull out my sugar cane in the trench coat of my pocket. I felt the plastic mints that were in my pockets. The sharp plastic rubs against my skin. I thought in my head Man I'm getting fucking old.

There were so many different gangs in the bar. The sons of Sunjin wore Bōsōzoku style gear, but ancient school there jackets had a giant eastern dragon that had different hues of blue and white.

I turn my head, scan the bar, and look at this other group, the iron tiger claws. They wore business suits to cover up their heavy tattooed bodies. A woman was their leader in the center of their side of the bar. She had zodiac rings that were the year of the tiger, Leo sun, Virgo rising, and Leo moon. She had a Japanese rockabilly haircut. Her hair was blonde.

I felt a bump pass my leg as A small ass punk bumped me. He was wearing a hippie outfit, but he left a smell of must in the air and drugs. He walked over to a gang, the chakra devils. They looked like they were stuck in the new-wave hippie era of the late 1960s and early 70s.

As I walked through the bar, I was a group of metal heads blasting their music, and they wore a shirt that said the sons of sabbath. I guess they were the new gang in town. They look like a bunch of witch and warlock theme goths. They were drinking coffee and talking about random shit I don't give fuck about.

FATHER!!! White....FATHER WHITE....A western cowboy voice called in a voice that was a mix of joy and excitement. It brought the hostility of the room a bit. I pulled out one of my napkins, wiped my mouth, and wiped my face to keep up my image.

I looked down at a man who looked like a Morden Day cowboy. The primary color of his outfit was black and tan. he had an expensive button-up shirt. His shoes were golden and black. They were snakeskin boots of the past, but look like they were updated in a more classy way.

I looked as if his hand skin was ebony brown, He had hairy arms, and He had hands that looked like they never got a break in their day job. I look down and give him a handshake. His skin looked just like Bill's but was less moisturized than him.

My name is Mr.Blackwood 

So you must be The new Fang of Mayor Greyward, I said, looking down at his curly black afro. My thoughts in my head flooded. Dam!!? They replace Gold like that. I felt a sea of pain because he was a light that was in the abyss of hell. He always kept my head calm. He Trained and tamed my rage, made me a worthy scale of Zaltion. Then I said nice to meet you, Mr.Blackwood. I had a face of joy; I probably looked like an otaku at a new manga store. I pulled out some hand sanitizer and then cleaned my hands, but not rudely. I passed him the tiny bottle. He gave me a nod of approval, used some of it, and then passed it back.

I heard the sound emitting From one of those silent dog whistles that Mayor Greyward gave all his fangs.

HELLO?!... Excuse me, Father White??? You there earth to father white Are you on this planet anymore?? By the grace of the cosmic warg, said

I'm sorry, young man; sometimes I get stuck in the webs of ShelothBane. Don't worry. I saw the group chat with the protocol for our mission. I didn't recognize you because you didn't have a profile picture.

Are you sure you don't need any? Are you sure? Because if you need any reminder, I can help you said Blackwood, pulling out the steampunk cowboy vape that had the symbol of the cosmic warg, a wolf that look like a dark nebula.

No, brother, don't worry; while I was at the Main Church, I read the document. I also need more monks to rake the leaves and tend to sand gardens and other church landscaping. Can we talk about it in the Pub basement?

Blackwood's eyes turned into the exact hue of mine; it looked like thunder was dancing as we walked into the bar. An athletic, average-sized Russian man with a black and white jumpsuit bumped me. The gym bro had some cybernetic blue eyes and had a black bucket hat that looked like it was a 90s old-school hip-hop vibe that more lyrical rappers would wear. He walked into the HipHopHead Gang. They looked like rappers from the very being of hip-hop and poetry. They sat at the bar producing hip-hop beats, but I mainly geared UK, Chicago, and Russian drill rap music. Some were trash, some were good, but the bar was playing some old-school satanic panic European death metal. I remember giving Dante his first heavy metal vinyl record, All Shall Die. Man, he was so geeked. Those were some of the thoughts I had as I walked and tried not to bump anyone. Before I left to go to the back of the bar, I looked back at the bar and saw a man wearing a golden metal mask. He wore a shirt that said Mr Doom. It was in all caps. It looked like one of the comics I gave to Dante, but during my era back in the day. When everything was much more straightforward, he was talking to his game, but he was referring to himself in the third person and calling his men Doom Clones because some of them saw a brown, golden hue version of the leader.

Father, white man, your strolling must signify your age. He laughed out loud that every fucker in this bar looked at him. We walked in the back of the pub. Two fully cybernetically enhanced soldiers were fully armored. They had the symbol of Mayor Greyward. It was a golden eye with a lamb with a third eye. It was the face of the shield-like logo that also had the world tree symbol.

The two guards looked at us with the eyes of cold killers. They pointed their guns at us and then said.

Leave all weapons on the table, he pointed his gun at the long table. The first guard was a darker shade of bob. He had a goat tee mustache.

That Fucking!! Means all magical and religious items, the body garden said the second guard, pointing a gun at me. It made me fill with rage because Mayor Greyward also hires new dumbfucks every fuckinh day cause he's paranoid. I wouldn't say I like these. I put my brass knuckles of Zailton, My crosses that hidden stakes; I put my various summoning napkins, thunder grenades, jars of holly water, the seeds of Kalypso, and other various weapons.

Don't play fucking with me. Remove that fucking arm, old Cubnt!!! Man!! Said the first guard, swaying his gun in the air. Angry, I gave memories of my drill sergeant screaming all the sergeant slurs in history, even if they didn't apply to me. I pull off my cybernetic arm. It fucking hurts every time Fuck! By the good gods, bloody Voras, this hurts. I said under my breath. I know damn well that everyone, even Blackwood, could hear me.

I watched as Blackwood pulled a blade from every possible spot; he put two giant long barrel cowboy costumes that looked old-school. It had various cosmic warg symbols. The most notable symbol was the eye of Merlin. The kid had so many weapons my arsenal was pale in comparison.

Now!! Drink the potions; It was a potion of the hunt that made all magic and contracts temporarily blocked. I could access one, even one atom of my powers.

Blackwood drinks the potion and then has a face of pure disgust. I laugh at the young lad. He reminded me of Bill when he made That face. I remember when Emma, Bill, and Oscar first tried the potion of nothingness. They all spit it faster than the speed of light.

Fucking!!Maggot! What are you two dicks!!! Are doing Wasting my Fucking time like ShelothBane is not always change her webs, MOTHERFUCKAS! Do You hear the words coming out my black ass mouth fucking stop fucking with my Grey Fangs before I stop painting my art in the shoot! You're both dead where you fucking stand!!! A Screaming voice that was as deep as the depth of hell. It was like a demon had a Southern East side 7-mile voice. I laughed out loud in joy. It was the big bad boss, man.

Blackwood's face was full of dread. He awkwardly ran straight to the door even though The mayor wasn't talking to fool. I thought, yeah, this kid was Bill's soul doppelgängers, incarnated onto our planes. doppelgängers, incarnated. The lad was just a ball of awkwardness. The guards gave me a military wave while saying sorry they were shaking in their boots. They dam near feel to ground head bowing.

I guess the boss cussed them out, said Agent Blackwood, rubbing his goat-tee and horseshoe Mustache. I swear he looked like Bill Pickett mixed with

Billy the Kid, I remember watching those history documentaries with the nuns of the Black Creek Baptist Church main church. It was much smaller and humble back then. Before Mayor Greyward stepped up as mayor of the city, we were young bucks.

I smelt the faint scents of war in the air

Before I take one last look back, a sizeable black spirit manifested. It was a man that had various burn marks and rotten flesh. His skin was so burnt it looked like he was made out of black tar. The man's jaw kept dropping and regenerating. He had Crimson eyes.

THE KING OF PAIN THE ONE WEARS THE DEAD IS COMING!!!! YOU BEAR HIS BRAND OF SACFICES.

I felt the scar on my face bleeding, and it felt like an ocean of pain; it was like my very soul and charakas were getting stolen from me.

YOU WILL ONLY KNOW PAIN THAT IS BEYOND EVEN A MEMBER OF THE COLTH TO GROOM YOU INTO THE BLADES OF; YOU WILL TASTE THE FLAMES OF THE INFINITE INFERNO, THE MAD GODS LAUGH AT WITH A SMILE OF PURE JOY YOU THINK THAT YOUR GODS SHALL KEEP YOU SAFE BUT THOSE ARE THE SLAVE OF HIS WILL. YOUR CRIMES OF WAR MADE MY LORD FEEL BLISS AND JOY. I WILL DANCE ON YOUR CROSPE UNTIL THE END OF SHELOTHBANE WEB.

The creature had a face of a million cold blue eyes. It had multiple arms like a Hindu god of the past; it had various jewelry made from dead bodies. It grew three heads with eyes that looked like the spawn of ShelothBane that put fear in my heart; it had a crown of heads of various kinds of life. It had giant spider-like mandibles that protruded from its face, a black slime that looked like blood felt from black souls dancing around the deity like they were performing a play of terror. I could feel the cold winds

I AM KING YAMA, THE LEFT FINGER OF THE HAND OF THE GOD OF PAIN LISTEN TO MY OMEN YOU HAVE A FEW DAYS LEFT ON THIS PLANE. The demon screamed as blue fire consumed him and his despair. King Yama's voice was a choir of screams and rage. It felt like I could hear some of the screams of witches I killed during the second slam trials.

Good lords of power, please grant me the power to banish this foul demon, I said under my breath like I was whispering. King Yama made its legs in a meditational Lotus-style position. It had an aura of crimson red and other dreadful colors. It was a rainbow that made me a serial killer.

HAHHAHAHA!!!! YOU THINK THOSE OLD WEAK GOD HAVE POWER!!! YOU DARE SAY THOSE CHANTS YOU SWIME PREIST YOU SHALL SEE!!! King Yama said, and then he vanished into smoke. It was like all the light of the pub came back out. The void that Yama trapped me in was gone. I could see the light, and I saw the oak brown fingers and black cowhide leather fingerless gloves wave in my face

Father white!!? Greytech Space Force, we have a problem!!! It seems like father white has left orbit once again!! Said Blackwood in a laughing way. He reminds me of myself in the past but not damaged by the pain of war, pure soul free of war crimes. He didn't know the truth of my dark past. Everyone in the room probably thought I was daydreaming. I reach into my pocket to use my hand sanitizer. It said on the label new Azathoth's 200% germ killer. We give the germs of the miroverse a Ragnarok, the sons of Son of Verden lord Zalassor, the grand-sons of mabe by Grayward Gate Government of Greytech. We get the job!! Or else we would be all dead in big, bold letters. Waring not made for the consumption of mortals may cause entities to manifest in physical planes. It had the symbol of the king in yellow but black.

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