Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716181723/@comment-5543592-20160716191145

The former ghoul who had been named Russel Washington, called himself the Boss, and now took the name Hades as his own, crossed the the dirt to the Red Rocket station in front of him. His rifle rested on his shoulder, and three scavengers were in his sights, picking scrap from rubble. Days had passed since he'd last seen a living person and his descent into insanity, the conversations with the fervent voices in his mind, had only worsened.

They didn't notice him until he was only ten feet from their backs, and he dropped his rifle to the ground with a thud.

They turned around slowly, to set eyes upon him, and all three looked thoroughly horrified.

"What the- what the fuck is that?"

Hades said nothing, staring out at them from glowing green eyes, lacking an iris, pupil, or white. He was like something out of a nightmare, or maybe the Old Testament.

"Behold, I stand at the door an knock." Hades declared.

They drew fast, baring pistols of all varieties, and opened fired on him. Hades stood stone still as the bullets richochetted off in different directions, unable to even injure him. Three guns clicked empty. The scavengers stared at him, dumbfounded and in terror.

Hades cocked his head at them, and frowned slightly.

"The Lord came with many thousands of His holy ones, to execute judgment upon all." Hades mumbled, holding out his hand, into which a rusty, ancient nail floated, the scavengers watching with wide, frightened eyes.

"Therefore I said to you that you will die in your sins." The nail shot towards them.

When they lay dead, blood wetting the dirt, he pulled the clothes from the largest of them, and wore them himself: a shirt of no colour, a worn out duster, athletic gloves, and a faded pair of jeans. The large man had had small feet, but one of the thinner scavengers had had a fitting pair of combat boots. Outfitted, he lifted Almighty back onto his shoulder, but took one last thing from the ground: their sack of salvage. He dumped it, cut two eye holes with a sharp piece of metal, and then pulled the sack over his head. All of him was covered, save two glowing eyes, which peering out from behind the cloth.

He walked west again, head down, talking to himself. If the scavengers had run across him sooner, they'd have realized that the verses they'd heard where not simply for them.

"And ye shall overthrow their altars, and break their pillars, and burn their groves with fire; and ye shall hew down the graven images of their gods, and destroy the names of them out of that place.

For whoever keeps the whole law and yet stumbles in one point, he has become guilty of all."

Hades had an agenda, a convoluted one of his own mind's making, but distinct enough to be understood.