The walls of this monastery breath and pulse with tainted blood.

A ritual of mockery displaying the impurity of the angel's disciples.

Binding a loyal spectre to the mortal realm, forcing their will to endlessly spill gore.

These organics are harvested to construct the legionaries of flesh.

Flowing into a canal to be transported directly to booths designed for creating unholy abominations.

No mercy is shown to the prophecy of Saburra or it's God.