Rupert Alderton preached of revolution.
"Brothers, sisters! Hear my cries and know that I care about each and every last one of you. Every creed, race, family, never doubt that you are as pure of blood as I am! We are here to curtail the rule of man! We shall have our day of reckoning, ye gods of the night!"
The man's words sliced through slate black night. Loud and booming and passionate, they echoed off of the wrecks and rubbish of that Alabama junkyard like gospel resonating inside of cathedral walls. Hundreds of eyes watched Rupert Alderton from the dark, hung on his every word as if everything, every pretty little lie, was infallible truth. Monsters and humans alike and their voices rose in roars of brainwashed agreement and tapered off into a single wounded animal cry.
"There are those who shall try to share our glory. Those who are tainted, those who are thin of blood, uncertain of their own pedigrees. The orphans, the mutts. We shall never be forced to break bread with these underworld bottom feeders ever again!"
That late night in Dixie, with a derelict Volkswagen as his pulpit and the twinkling stars holding court as witnesses, Rupert Alderton preached until he was red in the face. He preached until his believers had bent forward like panting dogs in the Summer heat and stared up at him with vacant eyes that mirrored empty hollows where souls may have once been.
That night Rupert Alderton preached of extermination.
"Brothers, sisters! Hear my cries and know that I care about each and every last one of you. Every creed, race, family, never doubt that you are as pure of blood as I am! We are here to curtail the rule of man! We shall have our day of reckoning, ye gods of the night!"
The man's words sliced through slate black night. Loud and booming and passionate, they echoed off of the wrecks and rubbish of that Alabama junkyard like gospel resonating inside of cathedral walls. Hundreds of eyes watched Rupert Alderton from the dark, hung on his every word as if everything, every pretty little lie, was infallible truth. Monsters and humans alike and their voices rose in roars of brainwashed agreement and tapered off into a single wounded animal cry.
"There are those who shall try to share our glory. Those who are tainted, those who are thin of blood, uncertain of their own pedigrees. The orphans, the mutts. We shall never be forced to break bread with these underworld bottom feeders ever again!"
That late night in Dixie, with a derelict Volkswagen as his pulpit and the twinkling stars holding court as witnesses, Rupert Alderton preached until he was red in the face. He preached until his believers had bent forward like panting dogs in the Summer heat and stared up at him with vacant eyes that mirrored empty hollows where souls may have once been.
That night Rupert Alderton preached of extermination.