Patience and his Disciples would still seek out the Tyranophant with urgency, considering he was still in the area and they were being chased by Fallen Angels, which he seemed to have knowledge of that was greater than their own. "Please, don't leave us!" they cried, terrified at the Fallen Angels that were coming toward them.

Still, Patience, the greatest of the Disciples to have the Name and Spirit, itself, would wait and heed the words of the Tyranophant beyond just the fact that he was leaving, making him look as ravenous as the Fallen Angels, themselves. He looked to the one who the Tyranophant was talking to, then saw that he was speaking about more than just the Fallen Angels as he spoke, and Patience knew at that moment that whomever the Tyranophant was talking to was the one that he should speak to, as well. His words thereafter confirmed this, and Patience would finally step forward to agree and to testify. "Yes," Patience said, stepping over to the others, who were considered 'Elders' among the 'Disciples' that had no knowledge of what being an 'Elder' meant. "I Understand."

So, Patience, who had waited quite a long time for the rekindling of the Spirit, would know in and of himself when it was time for it to be rekindled. "I am the Elder of these Disciples, 'Patience.' I have a story to tell you about what I was told by the Spirit of Patience before it passed on." Thus, the three; the Tyranophant, the $yndicate leader and the one named 'Patience' would congregate and speak together as a group, whilst the Disciples looked on.

After Patience joined the conversation and gathered some more information about what was going on, he would say, "Come, my Disciples! Flock to this man that I am speaking to. He will be your savior and I will be your Voice." Because Patience already had the group under his dominion before they got there, they would listen to him and he would continue to interact with the $yndicate Leader, as the Tyranophant had commanded, waiting for the Fallen Angels to make their way.

Each of the Disciples of Patience would cower in fear and flee to the knightly man after seeing the Tyranophant disappear on the spot and leave a mark of his disappearance with the actual disappearance, itself. So many new things were happening all at once that were very startling to see, and so, they relied on their Voice to contend for them. Therefore, they would congregate around Patience, as he commanded.

Those that did not obey the command of Patience would, at the end, be defected and dejected from the group just by popular migration of the actual group, itself, and left out completely independently to deal with the Fallen Angels, with no one to help nor to save them and no one to hide behind.

All the while, Patience, who was looking on and analyzing everything very critically before he made any sudden movements, unlike his easily startled Disciples, would begin to speak with the $yndicate Leader about passing on the Spirits.

"Thus The Virtue; Lord Patience, Was Erected From Patience, The Spirit."

At that moment that the Voice, the Virtue's Spirit, the Spirit of Patience would rise up out of its Vessel and fly into the air for everyone to see, so that the Spiritual Transaction, the official 'Lightning Of A Lamp' could be witnessed and borne into the light, like a fresh babe. Thus, the Disciples would pay close attention, since they had never seen this before and also were alert because of so many things happening at once. They would be actual witnesses to the Lording process, which the Spirit was able to do to a Virtue at any given time to erect another Pillar in the Holy Temple, of which only the Spirits knew about, even if their Hosts did not, at the time.

Thus, Primordius, In His Weakened Form, As Only Patience, Would Rest Over The Area Visibly, In His Chosen Form, Over A Vessel, As Its Spirit And The Radius Of The Spirit. Primordius, Who Was The Hades Of This Mountain, Had Chosen Long Ago Whom He Would Use To Restore Himself, Even If No One Else Knew Except Those Individuals, Individually And Independently. Thus, The Ancestral Darkness Would Hover Over The Host Of Patience And Gaze At The $yndicate Leader That He Was Going To Lord With His Presence. "Thank You, Ty-kun," Primordius Would Say, Waving His Offspring Off To Do His Bidding, Since He Had Freed The Spirit And Lit The First Lamp Successfully. "God Bless." Primordius, Also Known As 'Hades,' Would Begin To Burn Down The Mountain After The Tyranophant Left With His Blessing, Which Was Why The Mountain Was Being Burnt Down, In The First Place. "... I Am Free." This Was Pleasing To Primordius, Because Of His Freedom. None Had Chosen To Free Him Nor His Spirits For A Long While, And So, Now That Primordius Was Actually Rested On The Mountain, He Could Be An Example To Those That Had Never Before Seen What The Tyranophant Experienced Regularly In His Spiritual Dealings.

"Those Who See Me; I Am God. The Lord God's Shadow; The Shadow Of Death. Your Comprehension Of This Is Only Up To 'Hades,' Which You May Also Refer To The 'Shadow Of Death' As. If You Can See Me Clearly, Then Pay Heed To What I Do And What I Bid My Host, And My Lord, And Ye Disciples To Do."

The Primordial Lord, 'Lord Father' Primordius, Over All Primordials, Had Spoken.

The common Fallen Angels that came toward the group, before knowing what Species of Fallen Angel they were, would simply be like Zombies; Cursed, Plagued and Ailed to shambles.

They were slow to act because of ignorance that Sloth had afflicted them with.

They were eternally in motions because of the desires that Lust had afflicted them with.

They were interested in anything and everything they came across, even what was poisonous to them and would kill them because of the indulgence that Gluttony had afflicted them with.

They were selfish about anything and everything they came across due to their indulgence, even if it wasn't important, because of the attachments that Greed had afflicted them with.

They were vicious and carnal about everything that was hazardous to them, even if they had unknowingly done it to themselves, because of the malice that Wrath had afflicted them with.

They were attached to anything and everything they desired, because of the possessiveness of Envy they were afflicted with.

They were blind and oblivious and believed themselves superior even when it was clear that they were lacking or paled in comparison to others because of the Pride they felt when they acquired anything at all with all of their other afflictions weighing them down, and exalted what they received because they normally could receive nothing otherwise.

Some of them that were already reaching the end of their maximum output would fall apart and decompose on the spot, and thin out the numbers before they reached the group, however, the ones that were hungry would feast on the ones that had fallen apart and use their remains to restore, even just a slight bit, their own patchwork bodies. Should another fall, the hungry ones would pick them up and devour them, leaving nothing on the ground; not even their waste, every single time. It looked like they were cleaning up behind themselves by devouring each other after one died.

Because they saw people congregating, they figured, in their Sloth and Envy, that they should congregate as well, for whatever reason, whether or not it was good. In their Greed, they would try to use the ones they were Envious of, and immediately become Wrathful to intimidate them into becoming food. They hissed like serpents and cried out like computer glitches, which caused them to convulsively twitch from the vibrations of sound. This convulsive twitch was a form of both sedation and stimulation, which ended up only paralyzing them for releasing both chemicals at once, which was why they would spasm like they were having seizures. This halted them before the group, but also was like a war cry to them so that they could all reset each other all at once, no matter what the other was doing, and all focus on what the one that cried like a baby would be focusing on and try to take it from him before he got to it. Should it happen, another cry would go out for complete savage bloodthirsty war against whatever it was that had done so, until all of them had wiped out everything, including themselves and what got caught up with them, like a nuclear war and warhead as a living pestilence. Touching one would be like radioactive waste.

At first, the $yndicate leader seemed distressed by all that had come upon him, both which was following behind him and approaching him swiftly. He nearly found no solace in the words of the Tyranophant. Still, though, he listened and trusted in him, giving his faith to both he and the same God that they served. "Copy." All of what the Tyranophant had said to him was registered and taken to mind and heart, and the general of the $yndicate would not be against the Tyranophant's will or wishes, even if he did not fully understand them at the present. All he knew was, his orders were clear, and the priority was on getting these people who were coming to him now to safety, and to induct them into the royal army.

"Roger that." As simple as it all seemed and sounded, tons of complex workings had already gone on in the background in both the general's mind and in his heart. Every word spoken and every logical understanding was processed and found to make enough sense where he could keep to his own oath; his own code. If those things coincided, no matter what it was, it was considered done at the time.

His next words after the Tyranophant finished speaking were directed to his men, who could hear him, and hopefully also the Tyranophant as he was speaking, simultaneously. "Move out," the leader commanded, letting his men take their positions and wait for him to regroup with them along the mountain with the fugitives that were necessary to protect and serve. He could trust in his men the same as they trusted in him, and he trusted the one that swayed him to even feel any way to make any decision like this outside of himself. Therefore, when the Disciples came, the general was unafraid and of sound mind.

It was this same soundness of mind that seemed to draw out one of similar mental soundness; the leader of the Disciples, of whom he said was named 'Patience.' The man's eyes grew wide at hearing the name, as if he had seen a ghost. "... Lord Patience!?" He cried, nearly quivering at the sign. At that moment, the Spirit of Patience, which was something that taught him long ago, would appear before him again. "... It's just like it was all those years ago..." he mumbled, taking a to a knee humbly as he saw the Spirit of Patience flare up again before his very eyes. He bowed his head in honor, not deeming himself worthy before the great Spirit.

The $yndicate Leader did not rise again until he was effectively honored and Lorded, himself, by the very Spirit that had once come upon him and now had come again. "Thank You, My Lord. You Are Most Kind." When the Spirit entered him and lit his lamp, he would rise glowing with a calm and gentle aura that radiated powerfully and neutralized the entire area, including the aborrent cries of the Fallen Angels. They would feel the vibrations of the newly ascended Lord Patience, who would say to the Disciples "Come. Stay Behind Me, And I Will Shepherd You." Should they accept him, Lord Patience, the $yndicate leader and general, would have them as his Disciples, with the Spirit of Patience that had come from God guiding him all the way, just as it had guided someone else to him just to rekindle the flame he had lost.

Lord Patience placed a hand on the hilt of his weapon and awaited the instruction from the Spirit he followed as if it were his own superior commander.

Command :: Battle

Lord Patience, who had been blessed with the Spirit of Patience by Primordius, who harbored the Seven Spirits as a messenger, would bestow his great strength of Spirit unto the newly inherited Lord Patience, causing his physical vessel to ascend to a metaphysical vibration that was part of Primordius, himself. "Your New Form," Primordius would speak, his own image still hovering over the Disciples and Lord Patience, himself, "Is My Old Spirit. Shinsei Tensei. You Have Been Given A Fragment In Order To Exact The Lord's Will. Know Now, Lord Patience, That I Rest In You That You May Do My Bidding. You Are My Shinigami, And My Spirit Is Your Life." At that moment, Lord Patience would ignite into a crystalline flame wrapped in an armor clad with skulls. His head would become like that of a sun, with a healthy flickering crystal wisp flashing about. His arms would be like streams of flame and his legs like pillars of fire. Where his armor remained intact upon his chest and on his shoulders, the rest of his body would become ethereal and transcedent, thus completing his bestowing of the Spirit Of Patience upon Lord Patience, and the ascension of Lord Patience into Shinigami Shinsei; the original 'Lord Patience.'

"Heed The Command Of The System That Was Installed On The Holy Hill," he spake to his Spirit, Lord Patience, "And Execute Every Command As If You Are Hearing It From Me." Primordius would be dealing with other matters as they came. Should anything get out of hand, the protection of the Lord would be over the Disciples and the general. Primordius was already quite aware of what challenges were to come and was preparing his servants whilst it was weak, that they may be strong when it truly reveals itself. "Go," Primordius would bid to Lord Patience, "Do Battle With The Fallen Angels. Have No Fear Of Them, For, My Spirit Is With You, And This Fire That Is Your Body Will Burn Them Up." With great faith in the one who had been blessed with the Spirit of Patience, Primordius would rest with the Disciples and keep them all bound together in Spirit as well. They would look on as Lord Patience was sent into battle, that their own Spirits may be invigorated by his.