Bones cracking, men crying out to God, blood boiling beneath the skin. These are the sounds Lorissa lived for. Every waking moment she has is tortured by the memory of her late husband's death, her only escape is to send more to keep him company.
"Die Witch!" The network soldiers opened fire upon Lorissa. The shots that were destined to hit were annihilated by her red electricity field that she generated from the black rot on the palm of her hands. For Lorissa, her pain was literally her power. Her rage opened her body and soul to the Child of Hate and the Other, becoming a human conduit of the red lightning.
"Pitiful ants" Lorissa mutters, before standing upright and launching red lightning from her hands into the bodies of her enemies. 6 men lay convulsing on the ground, their bodies arching in the agony of their slow death. The brutal attack that Macillian in his research coined: 'Minor Arc Control' boiled the organs of the unlucky souls destined to be caught on it's recieving end.
Lorissa's brigade rallies with her in the HQ building. "Boss, we got everything, lets fuck off now before they send vehicles" says a cultist. She turns to look at her brigade. A mighty collection of the worst scum Europe had to offer. Criminals, bandits and once religious zealots banding together to form a semi organised force of revolting, murderous hedonism. "Let's be fucking off then" Lorissa says quitely.
Janusz, a large, strong Polish man approaches Lorissa. "Boss, I was unable to find the radiation tablets. The deal must have already taken place." He says discreetly. "How many men did we lose?" Lorissa asks. "Too many" Janusz mournfully responds. "War Chief won't be happy, I can tell you that much"."Fuck him to hell!" Lorissa exclaims, "That fat son of a bitch only gives me the orders because I allow it!". Static electricity fills the air around Lorissa, making Janusz's hair stand on end. "Okay boss, take it easy" he says as he backs away from Lorissa.
Lorissa, half way back to HQ, dramatically collapses. A piercing pain shoots through her skull and she and starts screaming in agony. She sees in front of her a mighty eye, surrounded by flesh covered rings with more eyes built into them. The main eye is staring at her unwaveringly. A gaze that could pierce the soul of a monster like her. "Find the Bishop" a voice tells her. "Find Bishop Caldwell".
Hours later, which felt like seconds, Lorissa awakens in the Eastern Cult's HQ in Krakow. she is in the medical outpost and Janusz is sat next to her. "What the fuck was that Boss?" Janusz says to her, concerned. "Jan, you're my friend, can I trust you?" Lorissa says quitely. "Why the fuck not, not like I have a choice, you're the Boss". "It was the fucking, Angel Jan. The fucking Ophanim sent me a fucking vision and told me to find some fucking priest."
Janusz, perhaps for the first time since they met, had nothing to say. No sarcastic remarks, no jabs at Lorissa's hateful disposition, just a slow nod of the head and a concerned look. "Talk to me Jan, I swear on the Child i'm telling you the truth!". Janusz takes a second, looks away and quitely says, "So, how do we make that happen Boss, War chief won't let you just walk out of the gate." "The Sewers!" says Lorissa. "There's a loose manhole by the cathedral. But we'll need a distraction..."
"Leave distraction to me Boss." Janusz stands up. "Tonight, 11pm. Be ready."
10:59pm. Lorissa stealthily makes her way over to the cathedral. 11..11:01...11:02... no activity. "For fucks sakes Jan... meathead fucking men!" Lorissa says angrily but quietly. "Must I do everything my damn self-" her attention is caught by an ammunition pile near to the cathedral's scaffolding. Using a well placed bolt of her red lightning, she ignites the ammo pile causing a small explosion and a thermite fueled fire. The scaffolding quickly erupts into flame and every Cultist within 300m is rushing to find water.
She opens the manhole, drops down into the sewer and lets out a rare laugh. "Lorissa, you have truly outdone yourself there!" she says to herself before making her way casually down the sewer tunnel.
"Jan! Jan!" she calls out his name and though it echoes for hundreds of meters down the tunnel, no reponse comes back. She continues moving for hours until she sees a light, excitedly she runs to the exit. For a moment, she is blinded by the early morning sun but as her vision returns, her jaw drops. In front of her is the War Chief, Janusz and 12 elite cultist soldiers.
"Fuck you, you fucking rat!" she screams at Janusz. "You can't scold all of us, traitorous bitch!" the War Chief says coldly. "Kill the betrayer" he orders. Lorissa quickly launches a powerful arc of red lightning into Janusz's and another soldiers chest, sending them flying across the field but before she can summon her defensive field, the soldiers had open fired, launching 6 bullets into her chest.
Lorissa collapses to the ground, blood spilling out from her chest. The last thing she sees before blacking out, is her old friend Jan, half burnt to cinders, lying opposite her. His left eye melts out of it's socket, the other fixed upon Lorissa.
"Fuck you, meathead." is her final thought before the darkness consumes her.