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Morbid Angel · **01-05-2016, 11:39 PM**

Voice of an aeon,
Angels Satanic.
To our lord Lucifer,
You alone have suffered.

The fall and torment of shame,
I'll smite Heaven's golden pride,
And never pity thee,
Immaculate divine.

Satan of Elohim,
None dare to stand in your way.
Thou bow to none,
Of Eden's feculence.

Conjure the serpent messenger,
Saviour world's decay.
Concord in temptation,
And in the fall of Eve.

For thine is the kingdom,
And the power.

For thine is the kingdom,
And the glory,
Forever.

Scholar of the unlight,
Great volcano of excrement,
Rippling eager to erupt,
Reconstellate the firmament.

Behold the great accuser,
A megalinga of throbbing zeal,
Raptor yearning to pierce,
To rape the seventh seal.

Destroyer of cosmos,
Implore the ungod,
Implode the sun,
There is none wronging the serpent's cult.

Untouched and ignored,
With the serpent's might,
And the trumpets blow,
In the shadow of the horns.

Lightning that stabs the heavens,
Thou quiver the mount Sinai,
Split rocks on tablets of covenant
Listen for the tempest's rasp.

Azazel! Abbath!
The black sun never sets,
For it never rose.

Hear the universe scream,
Bleeding from black holes,
Whom horns caress,
And whom God mourns.

-Kyril Krizchiv

The sounds of the leaves rustling in the surroundings, wind blowing mixed among the falling of snow. A sound so different than the falling of rain, a sound lands on the dried leafs like a solid versus a plop of acidic moisture from the so called heavens.

The camera starts to record picture to go with the sounds. It is situated in the corner of a field looking onward at a mansion-like castle hidden deep in the woods near Chernobyl. A dangerous place considering it's dark past but this place is not unknown to the grotesque one. Morbid Angel has made many ventures to and from Chernobyl on missions for the USSR as a Spetsnaz scientist and by scientist we mean he and a group went in to "help" the radiation sickened population with bullets.

If you think about it he and his team were doing probably the most humane thing. Something that no other country was willing to do at the time and still to this day are not willing to do because it consists of murdering men, women and children and the occasional pet.

Their initial objective was to secure the area and make sure the infected people weren't allowed to leave, being so close to Russia they were fleeing throughout the Ukraine and into Russia, contaminating unknowing people with the "sickness".

Once the populations was contained they scanned and attempted to have the contamination cleaned from these victims of circumstances. Those with deep contamination were put to death and once it got out that Баба Яга was killing those who were contaminated people started fleeing the town in epic numbers leaving him with little choice but to kill everyone. His small group of 20 highly trained men ravaged the city and killed all those that remained.

Morbid and his crew left Chernobyl and didn't return until "From Chernobyl...With Love" Shove-it special paid for event on February 14 2014.

Morbid Angel was never one for getting sick and wore protective gear most of the time considering the levels of radiation had dissipated to near nil. One can never be too careful when dealing with things that could fuck you up worse than a ghoul.

Now he is so close to Chernobyl he can smell the ember containing fumes and if you were to try and feel it hard enough you can feel the toxic poisoning slowly penetrate you in the most unkind way.

Mostly it is all psychosomatic but still the feeling real to those with active imaginations. People like Cain would relish in such a thing be it true or not.

The camera pans around and watches as this old man, former Spetsnaz and now a lumbering oaf of muscle makes his way towards the opulent dwelling. We know he and his abilities are not to be matched in the XWF against Americans or other soft kinds of Europeans. The Russian mob is known for its brutality and actually harbors former Spetsnaz members as their enforcers so it should be interesting to see Morbid meet his match in ability.

The weather brings it to about a negative 4, cold enough to kill some people not used to such extremes. Morbid might be from this area but that doesn't mean he is still used to the cold. The look of cold across his face, his facial hair frozen as he squints through the ocean of white trying to block out the frozen wind gusts. Allowing snow to settle on his head and shoulders only for it to melt and soak him to just freeze moments later causing clumps of hair to freeze together in a locked fashion.

He makes his way closer and in through the back door. Odd how he doesn't receive any resistance from the Russian mob, it was almost too easy.

The back door leads through a series of hallways which were not well lit. Morbid quietly makes his way through the downstairs, listening for any noise to signify any life.

Suddenly

He hears a noise coming from the great room. Doesn't sound like warriors as the thud of steps are heard on the other of said door. Morbid Angel prepares to attack by pulling a Kabar from it's sheath then booting in the door and lunging in without looking, rolling behind some near by furniture in case they had guns and was going to shoot at him.

a moment goes by without a word or a shot, he takes a look.

BEARS!

This motherfucking guy had 3 bears in this room. Aggressive looking bears as well given their blood soaked paws and dried gore on their snouts. Perhaps this was the wrong room to lunge into given the circumstances currently.

Sometimes life serves you a shit sandwich and you have to sit there and eat it! Making the decision to attack these fucking bears with his knife! He jumps at the nearest one and drives the knife into its chest, twisting the blade! The bear Roars as it violently twists and throws Morbid into the other bears in the room! Morbid scrambles to get up but is bear-paw slapped in the face knocking him into the ground! He begins to kick his feet like a little bitch and swinging the blade at anything that may attack.

One bear grabs Morbid by the leg and lifts the phenom off the ground, he contorts his torso and slashes the tendon in the bear's leg causing it to fall and roar in pain! Morbid quickly spins on the ground and slashes the bear's throat in a quick motion before another bear latches onto his back and starts to eat his hair.

"AHHHHH, NOT MY FUCKING HAIR!" screamed Morbid Angel as he drove the back of his head into the bear's mouth and takes the knife and stabs for the its face.

After several stabs the bear backs up for a moment as Morbid gets up grabbing at his hair to make sure it's all there. The Saliva from the beasts mouth was disgusting and smelled of shit. The enraged Morbid Angel He throws his knife into the throat of the bear then runs around behind it and uses the knife to slash through the neck of the bear until he near rips it off. Morbid lets go and allows the bear to fall dead on the floor.

He turns his attention to the last bear. The one he stabbed, The bear was bleeding heavy from probably the puncture of the lung. Inevitable that it was going to die. Morbid drops the knife on the ground and kicks the bear in the face. The bear sensing its near the end, seeing his fallen friends in the room. Knowing it was time for one last stand.

The bear stands up on his back legs and lets out a mighty roar, a roar that was obviously a painful one as blood spewed from its mouth, it looks Morbid Angel in the face and Morbid returns the look.

One will die here today...But who? Seriously it won't be Morbid Angel

He kicks the bear in the stomach and sets him up for a Power Bomb!

Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over...and again many more times!

It was like something Ghost Tank would do...overkill!

When it was all said and done, Morbid Angel killed the bear with almost 70 power bombs onto the marble floor! So many times, in fact that the bones of the bear were crushed and worked their way through the knife wound on its chest and ripped it open to such a degree that one of its arms had fallen off and caused the guts to cover the floor. Morbid sits in a puddle of blood. Blood covering his face and soaking his arms and torso. Breathing heavily he looks around because he and the bears made a lot of noise...yet no one came to check. At this moment he knew that the house was empty.

He was back to square one!

The scene fades to a Blood Red!

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