A deep, ominous chant echoed through the air. "DARK VIBRATION!"
"O Lord God, King Baal, we honor you," a dark priest intoned, his voice filled with reverence. "Bring your son into the world, so that we may inherit the earth, and he may bring about his own son."
The congregation responded with fervor. "May Nimrod be born, and may the gates of Hell inherit the earth! May we build an army against Yahshua and take control of the Seventh for ourselves!"
"MenA! MenA! MenA! MenA! MenA!!" they chanted, their voices rising in a fevered pitch.
The dark ceremony reached its climax as numerous children were thrown into the outstretched hands of a molten statue of Baal. As their innocent lives were sacrificed, thick, dark smoke billowed forth, and malevolent spirits became visible, swirling around the altar.
From the depths of the smoke, a man emerged. His skin was a disturbing mix of light and shadow, and his cold red eyes pierced the darkness. The gathered cultists and demons alike bowed before him, recognizing his terrifying power.
He stood naked, his presence commanding and fearsome. His gaze swept over the assembly, instilling a chilling silence. This was the moment they had dreaded, the birth of a force that could change the world forever.