VIII. 'Knight :: Covered Serpent'

The Tyranophant floated down from the Formorti Zenith with all power over the entire realm, including the mountain itself. Though the mountain, as it was, was nothing more than a blazing trash heap filled with all types of horrendous people, demons and creatures, he had the means to completely wipe them all out as he made his way down without having to look back at all. He stood unafraid.

"Let's see..." he muttered to himself, nearly grumbling in frustration, "... Where is that damn marker at that I'm supposed to...?" Looking around the North Gate, which was the highest walkable point on the mountain before it disconnected into the floating tip that was a Pyramid floating above it, the Tyranophant saw that the piece set in place by the Argus Card System, which also was a marker for the Argus, itself, was standing right before him waiting for him to activate it. "Oh, sweet. There it is." When he walked over to the marker, which was something like a Chess Piece, he would touch it and say, "Knight :: Activate," and await the Argus or the Argus Card System to put it into motion.

In the distance, a group of people glowing in a strange light could be seen running in the direction of the Tyranophant, seemingly in a panic. The cries "Help us!" and "Have mercy on us!" could be heard shouted at him as they neared. This group, which was Patience and his Disciples, would seek out the Tyranophant to aid them in their time of need. "Please! If you are friend and not foe, heed our pleas!" They continued on toward him without hesitation.

You, who are the Zero Worlders that survived the Fallen Angels, and all the other trials that got you to this point, are with the Disciples of Patience, tailing along right behind them making sure You keep up. You run as fast as You can in order to ensure whatever is chasing after You is not able to catch up or pick you off. However, You let Patience do the talking now, having learned Your lesson from the ones that You separated from.

The Fallen Angels that had been following You already were alerted, by the time they caught up to You, about how they were being hunted. Some of them would seek their brethren littered about the Mountain of Sin.

Not all of them departed, and some of them, which were coming toward You, had become a group. There were much less of them than before, but still a great deal of them coming at You as a swarm, on the ground. They made a strange noise that was incomprehensible, but seemed to be their language. It was the equivalent of the screeching of velociraptors and the virus warning on an electronic device.

Their arms were long with fingers seeking to snatch whatever hunk of flesh came near, and their bodies were decayed and rotten from overfeeding on the same feed, which was they, themselves; all of which was pouring out endlessly from the sharp fangs of a beheaded mouth. The gnashing of teeth sounded like the gnawing of flesh, and the sound of the chatter, like pure Corrupt Data.

Suddenly, a very imposing presence, quite large and prominent, would be seen trudging up the mountain in the distance, just like the Fallen Angels that are rushing toward the location. "The Demon Lords are coming!" He cried out to the congregation that gathered around the Tyranophant, "As I came up here, I saw them setting themselves up against my men." The unit was dressed in a great armor that was befitting of a chess piece, even to the point of the ornament at the head and the signature design.

He who spake, who was the leader of the seven leaders of the $yndicate, their superior, would come face to face with the Tyranophant, his superior, and salute him as a soldier would. "Sir, I fear that perhaps the Fallen Angels were prepared for this, and are now summoning all Seven of the Demon Lords, meaning one could strike this place at any time. "My men and I have spread out still," he continued, "And the Mountain is Covered, ready to be taken down at any time." As it stood, they were all waiting for what the Fallen Angels would do in retaliation. "What are the next orders I should tell my men, Sir?"

Command :: Engage

"Okay, looks about right..." The Tyranophant muttered to himself, inspecting the work that was before his dimensional eyes and also within the Bible that he was reading from, to see if everything was matching up properly. The alignments were indeed completely exact, even if no one else could see to just how much of a degree that was, nor cared to, for that matter. He continued to keep a close eye on the text, though also had an ear out to the leader of the $yndicate leaders. "Grand Tabritha is up and running and taking care of the breakdown process, which only leaves me to appoint the Virtues. Simple enough." The Tyranophant continued on down the mountain reading Scriptures and explaining them as he may. "But first, I suppose I should let you know just what you can do for me, and a little bit about why I'm not concerned, me boyo." The Tyranophant walked over to his subordinate, waggling his finger knowingly, as if getting ready to explain something important.

Finally, the Tyranophant would address the masses that were being chased by Fallen Angels, saying to them, "Be Patient, All! See now, if you are of good faith and tell this mountain to move, then by God, it will move." The Tyranophant, who had already seen this for himself, was passing on this message so that the same Faith he had could be instilled in those that were closest to him, even if it wasn't in those that weren't so. "I am leaving you in the hands of this man; a Virtuous man of great Patience, of whom I want your own leader to work with as if he is your own. He is the general of his own army and unit and he will take very good care of you as long as you heed him, and me who is giving you to him." This would settle the people long enough for them to receive command from the same general who the Tyranophant was about to explain more details to.

So, he turned to the general, with a rather stern look on his face, yet with a very kind and gentle voice, with a great knowing in the tone and said, "What I want you to tell your men is that the Seven Spirits will come to them, and I will send my Presence out to get this accomplished. I, the Tyranophant, will walk down the mountain doing as I will, with my Will be done, and, as this occurs, the Seven Spirits will be strengthened. They will rest with you and you with them, and when they are given up out of the people here..." The Tyranophant pointed over yonder to where those who were being chased by the Fallen Angels, specifically because of the Spirit, were seeking refuge and crying for help, "... You will inherit the Spirit from them and they will become your people. Once your 7 men acquire all 7 Spirits, you will see the Lord, and the Mountain will be nothing but ashes and dust." The Tyranophant was aware of how the Spirit consumed like a fire, and, once it was actually in motion how it burnt up whatever was in its way to dust. "Just keep to the Scriptures and listen to me if you should hear me speak. I'm going ahead of you and all your men. Where I am going, you will not be able to see me, but you will be able to hear my Voice and know my Spirit through my Voice, which will help draw the Seven Spirits up out of the people and into you. You are tasked with getting these Spirits into your men. Should you succeed, you will have Heaven's army at your back, general." The Tyranophant pat him on his armored back lightly, smiling, yet waggling the finger of his right hand knowingly. "Trust that the Demon Lords and the Fallen Angels will be dealing with the mountain, and you will only have to worry about dealing with them." Grave beasts they were, but only because they still refused to clean up their mess, even when someone greater than them came and told them. "The Seven Spirits Will Assure Victory. No Demon Lord Will Ever Rise Again, And No Fallen Angel Will Be Able To Be Above Or Before You. For Your Army, You Will Have Many Servants, All Of Which Know How To Work Tirelessly And Endlessly To Get Something Accomplished." The Tyranophant was confident that this bit of information would help ease the general, so that the first Spirit that was trapped in the people could be passed unto he and the $yndicate. "My own System, the Argus Card System, will be left here to guide you should you need it. It will be working alongside you, especially to take out the Fallen Angels should they get out of hand, as it was designed to do." Truly, the Tyranophant understood their troubles and afflictions, which was why he was doing things in this manner and why it would work should he go on ahead and set up the next locations in the future, of which he could jump to at any given time whether they could or not.

"Godspeed." With a humble, but very decisive two-fingered salute, the Tyranophant would turn and, in one motion, the ground under him would turn with his foot and burn up behind him, leaving a smoldering twisted crater curved in the direction whence he did so turn but once. All of the instructions left to the general were everything he needed, and he did indeed have his own Manual, as each of the leaders of the $yndicate should have since the very beginning. With the Books opened, they could not go wrong, especially with the Tyranophant coaching them and leading them should they need help from a different location where he could tend to everything and everyone all at the same time whilst they did their work independently and individually. He prayed their success and safety as he christened their own journey; one that he had already taken and could only pass on to another as it came to an end and a new beginning. Surely, they would see why they pass it on to the next once they were done.

And so, his Presence would fade, leaving the general to deal with the task at hand and the Argus Card System that would assist him and the people.