Even his teleportation was violent. The spot he landed was marked with red hot flames that extinguished shortly after he stopped away from them. His shirt had torn and his muscles showed through, pulsating disturbingly. His many followers fell on their faces instantly. He was at the heart of what was being called the Tefillin Temple, a meeting place for the Cult that was converting an incredible amount of worshipers for the cause.
And they fell before him and trembled. For many, this was the first time seeing him, but he needed no introduction. Held in his hands was Farora, who was supposed to be their leader. She squirmed and writhed and choked sobs short. She had no idea what was about to transpire.
"RISE." Hate stated simply, and they did so as quickly as possible. Fabric rubbed on fabric as they as all rose to their feet at once. Their black robes portrayed the leader that stood before them in red.
"Watch this carefully." He said in a low growl. Anyone wearing their robes hoods drew them back.
"This," He grunted, holding up the woman high with one arm, "Was your Steward. Your leader!" Farora looked at her underlings, many of which she trained and recognized, with a pleading eye. They knew better then to show sympathy.
"SHE HAS FAILED ME." He screamed, startling the crowd. At this, Farora started to sob, tears drenching her white robes.
"SHE IS NO LONGER QUALIFIED TO WEAR THE SACRED ICON." On cue, he robes changed and became a shoddy brown material, stark opposite of it luxurious origin. Some of the crowd gasped. This was the sign of a traitor of Revenge, one to be killed on sight. They held their breath in anxious anticipation.
"Actions speak louder than words." Hate said softly, and with one fluid motion of unparalleled brutality, he took he life. His opposite arm had become a huge red spick, and he impaled her with it. She released one death cry and her life left her. Some gasped, and the fresher recruits vomited from the ghastly sight. The older agents stared on in mute understanding.
"This is what happens when you abuse the Taint." Hate said simply, but loud enough for the entire crowd to hear.
The blood still dripping on to the ground spoke more words then ever needed to be said.
