Pedro was bleeding profusely, his guts splayed out and festooned on trees on a bike path he was taking a walk on. He took one look at a child crying. And with his final act in desperation, the dying man gave the kid a bloodstained wallet and his iphone. He whispered the code and then lowered his head back down. Breathing what he thought was his last. Nearby a man came. He carried himself with a presence about him. The man covers him with otherworldly dust. And walks away. Pedro for his part knew he was to die and that his death was gruesome but by why he should die was unimportant to him, he just knew people wanted him gone. His body was cremated and his dust scattered to the four winds of The Central Valley of California. What he didn't know is that he was to be reborn as something bigger. Much bigger. For the kaiju have been sighted and the people needed in desperation a protector. The shamans chose Pedro. To be a loving guardian he was to resurrect the dead and lead them to the fight. To become his body.
Matsuro was angry how could Jesus deny him. Surely their was others who followed down the same path as he. Surely they got in Heaven why not he. He died. He was a Christian. He could not understand yet they told him to try to understand anyways. Was he to stand alone? Did he have to make the unthinkable? Turn away from God? Become the adversary? God was dying? And as he stood up on the court of Heaven. A flash and he was gone. And he stood at once more in the graveyard where he died. He started to realize he was a lot lonelier now with this done. And that is when he looked to the stars. A cook he was in life, now he was an undead. A vampire.
Meanwhile, a cackle comes from a pile of bones in Abel.In the deepest underground reef caverns. Their lies a being who knew he'd not win. That he would die at the hands of the father and mother was the one weakness he had and which he kept to himself. The Gods are watching. And their judgement must be placed on somebody. They have found their Pariah.
Meanwhile in a graveyard at midnight on earth. Two men are digging a hole in a crypt as a mob watches. What seems like hours, they finish. But not before they cover the crypt with cement. A closer look in the light of their lanterns is, that they were digging for a skeleton covered in bandages. All flesh completely gone and in its place arcane tunes and holes placed in the body. The wind makes it sound like an eerie wind chime. However instead of being captivating it's sickly as well. Like that of death.
Meanwhile in Japan a girl is seen wearing a mask. The visage is a impossibly long smile, in the shape of a hateful grimace. It's eyes completely white. The eyes are maddening to look at. The girl is in tattered red robes ripped apart like red feathers. A look at her surroundings and she's in a cell. And around the cell, other cells. Moaning and manic laughter and screams can be heard. She's in an insane asylum. She is the hateful Visage. An undead being who originally was a soul that was cast from heaven. Now animated by hate itself. A vengeful evil being with mind powers. She stands there. Like an automaton. Drinking in the angst of others. Waiting for the Adversary.
Meanwhile in Abel a man is creating a portrait a beautiful portrait of a woman. She is divine in spirit. He is blind. Yet he paints a portrait of the embodiment of Good.
Meanwhile on Earth. The kaiju have awoken. Monsters walk the streets, eating, killing and saving beings or each other. We follow now the kaiju of the plane of dreams. Or should we say nightmares. As the kaiju took on the form of nightmares, battle was about to happen.
Meanwhile in the plane of dreams, nightmares have congregated. In many forms but all that of twisted misshapen sea creatures. They cavort and their alien singing is throaty. Eerie and wailing. Maddening and malign. There standing before them a man whose voice is louder, his siren song is enchanting, yet modern. Instruments like that of today but are strangely alien looking and bizarre. They float In the air and are playing themselves. Weaving spell after spell while singing, that is the power of the Bard.
Meanwhile deep in the planet hell. A man has come out of an enormous cube of ice. The devil prince himself. Levistus. His prophecy is that the young of a hateful weary race will defeat him. That god himself cast him out. So that he may be defeated so he can once again learn how it is to feel once more. The children of the sun will tame a prince of pride and arrogance. The children will flood the streets through a door to hell. Where they will love him forevermore. The adversary has returned.