The Temple is awash in darkness, illuminated only by a few solitary candles surrounding the slightly-raised stage. On the stage is Hyphema, a girl with bandages over her eyes, seated at a plain gray table covered in papers. She coughs, and shuffles the papers around a bit. Behind her, there is the sound of liquid moving. The camera shifts position slightly, and it is revealed that there appears to be a coffin behind her. Every so often, the girl blindly looks back to the coffin, as if expecting something, but there is no response aside from more liquid sloshing.

Before long, the massive front doors of The Temple open slowly, creaking all the way. A rather meek-looking young man enters, looking around in awe. After taking in the ambiance and sucking in a deep breath, he notices Hyphema at the table and hesitantly approaches.

"Am I in the right place?" he asks, stopping a few feet from the stage. "Uh...I saw the Craigslist ad for an...assistant?"

"Hm?" asks Hyphema, glancing back from the coffin. She smiles. "Oh, yes. You're in the right place. I'm Father Mystica's temporary secretary. I'll be conducting the um...audition."

She looks back at the coffin through her bandages, as if hoping for some sign of approval from the coffin, but only silence answers her.

"Right, so let's get down to it," she says uncertainly, tapping on the table. "So Father Mystica left me some questions. Are you trained in first-aid?"

"Uh, yeah," the young man answers. "I got my certification earlier this year."

"Oh, excellent. Next...uh, would you say you're an open minded type person?"

"I vote Democrat."

"That wasn't really the question. Uh, okay...do you have any skills in butchery?"

"Like, cutting meat?" the man asks, tilting his head to the side, obviously confused by the question.

"More along the lines of cutting meat, ripping bone, tearing flesh..."

"Not um...not much. I worked in a deli for a summer or two in high school."

"What are your feelings toward gore?"

"Gore? The hell kind of interview is this?"

"Are you or are you not comfortable with the idea of self-mutilation? Do you believe in a god?"

"I think I got the wrong address," the man stutters before slowly backing out of The Temple, slamming the doors in haste behind him. There is the sound of running footsteps leading away from the scene.

Hyphema sighs, and runs a hand over her face. The sudden sloshing of liquid in the coffin behind her causes her sudden jerk-knee reaction to turn to face the coffin.

"I don't think this search is going well, Father."

"You don't say," comes a harrowing deep voice from within the coffin.

"Lord, you have a match on Wednesday, pairing with Heironeous. Perhaps he could be of assistance?"


"I saw the card, Hyphema," the cracked, fry voice answers. "Taking down the Sean/Shawns shouldn't be much of an effort. As long as one of us keeps an eye on Falcon's token whore."

The coffin's lid suddenly flings open, revealing Mystica lying in a pool of water within the coffin, his eyes tightly shut. The runic markings that had been drawn on his body have now faded away, revealing sickening burn scars where they once had been. In his semi-slumber, Mystica smiles.

"Losing to Mr. James was an embarrassment. Gettin' clobbered 'round by his new blind follower after offering him my respect was even more so. But I have plans in mind, luv. Bigger plans than revenge. Revenge is petty. Glory is immortal."

His eyes suddenly open, revealing the almost glowing blue irises beneath the lids. He sits up violently in the coffin and turns his head to Hyphema, sending out a sickening CRACK sound that echoes within the chamber of The Temple.

"I am immortal. The Myst is immortal. I have given up on protecting these people. I will unleash the god within. He has placed His voice within my head, and I am going to unchain Him. I will show them all the meaning of suffering. This is only the beginning, luv. Only the beginning."

"Beginning of what, Father?"

"The beginning of the end. Every story must have a prologue. The prologue of Mystica is over. Let us start the story. The story of the man who sounded the final horn, and allowed the beast to open its many-toothed maw. Heironeous had best be ready to destroy those pretenders. Because oh...I am quite sure I am ready."

He runs a pale finger over the new burn scars in his flesh, almost relishing in the pain it delivers unto him.

"I am ready to open my mouth and swallow the earth whole."

Achievements

• 1x Tag Team Champion
  
• August 2013 Superstar of the Month (Thank you all so much!)
  
• 1x US Champion
  
• 1x X-treme Champion