God Walks Again/1

Charles Augustus stood at the base of the church that lied at the bottom of the mountain. The large man carried a duffel bag on his left shoulder, full of the tools he would need to bring his plans to fruition. Now, he had few obstacles left in his path...except for the Lords of All Evil, who would no doubt attempt to stop his righteous plans. The man muttered a few words in his native French tongue, as he walked into the church. A small, mousy man in a smock looked up to him, and then to the bag.

SMOCK MAN: Do you have them?

AUGUSTUS: I do, Mr. Graham. Are we ready to ascend the mountain?

GRAHAM: Hand me the bag, so I may check it, and we can go.

Augustus removed the duffel bag from his right shoulder, and tossed it to the priest. He looked in it briefly, before handing it back to Augustus, who returned it to his left shoulder, and they parted out the church to begin travelling the mountain.

As they began their trek up the mountain, a flock of white pigeons moving up themselves, they are attacked by a servant of the Lords of All Evil, a Western dragon. However, Augustus is a powerful man who is empowered by his lord, and his fist glows with bright energy of some undiscernable color, as he uppercuts the dragon. More dragons attack, ridden by wood elves, verminous creatures who did not worship their god. The men scowled at these creatures, before combining their hands to form a powerful burst of ultimate energy and eradicate them.

They arrived at the top of the mountain, where a Shinto temple was, the white pigeons from earlier having landed on top. They slide the doors open, taking off their shoes as they lay their eyes on the beauty of their god's shield, his holy coffin that will bring him back to the world.

Augustus removed the duffel bag from his right shoulder, setting it on the floor, as he removed the glowing items of glory that would bring their lord back.

A strange tablet of glowing energy.

And a large bell, cracked but still holy, their god's head.

They put the pieces in the sarcophagus, and began the holy rites, to bring their god back to the fold. As the ground began to shake, and the holy lights began to glow from the sarcophagus...but before they could say the final holy words, the doors to the temple were kicked open, a man in dark plate armor with an extremely unholy claymore pointed the blade at them, shouting at them in a heretic's language.

They would need to protect their god once more, these divine crusaders.

TO BE CONTINUED