The Scarlet Woman has Arrived!

Hell's Kitchen, New York, 1:00 AM

It was a quiet night in the Church of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. No late visitors, the Sisters having packed for the night. All that was left was the pastor, who was set to put out the candles.

Or that was what he would have been doing.

Instead, Father Gabriel was ambushed.

Gabriel was stripped bare and laying on his back as she mounted him. His priesthood came with a vow of celibacy, a vow he had managed to keep for these seventy-one years until this night.

"Know me. Worship me, swollen with passion, where are the Saints gronw mad upon the sweet foam of my bosom."

"For the love of God, please stop this evil thing!" He cried out.

"Enter me wantonly, when am I like the dreg of brothels. Be consumed by me. Burn in me. About the markets of the World I am sent bare, until the worst of creatures may lie down with me."

His bones strained under the weight of her body. Though he was of average height, she was twice as large, and he could feel the weight of her titanic form crushing him.

"Though wretched and with sores, they shall not be refused. The Mead of many Rapes is sanctified in me, and is made holy as the Stars, for I am Understanding."

Her words penetrated the folds of his brain and racked through it like hooks in a slaughterhouse. It pained him, but there was great truth in them.

"Whereby they that drink the filth of my Adulteries shall be made clean, for that which fouls me is the joy of Paradise. The seed of Wisdom runneth from my Womb."

"W-What do you want from me?!" The old man was sobbing as the unfamiliar sensations in his genitals made his toes curl.

"See that I am couched with beasts, that monsters of the primitive and formless Chaos shall know me." She briefly stopped to bend over him, her pendulous breasts hovering over him before continuing. "I am She no earthly Man nor Woman may embrace, that yet is Whore to All."

"F-For the love of God..."

"Have I not fallen in thy sight? Hast thou not spat upon my Name?"

Candles burned twice as hot and red wax pooled on the floor like blood.

"Hast thou hated me? Hast thou not called me Harlet, that endures thy father's infinite desires, and plundered every moment from her birth?"

"For the love of God, don't stop!"

The colossal woman answered his request by grabbing his throat. She didn't squeeze, but instead stuck her tongue in his mouth, kissing him more passionately than he had ever experience. She tasted of sweet-wine and bitter-tears.

"Then know Me. In my nakedness I am called Revelation."

The priest's eyes rolled in the back of his head as he reached orgasm.

"In the calculation of the Hebrews shall my Name be numbered Six and fifty, and One Hundred."

As his cock emptied his seed inside of her, he soon ran out of semen and soon blood flowed out of him to compensate.

"Then am I the World's Destruction. Then am I the Understanding wherein all things concluded. Am I Babalon!"

"I-I love you!"

Streetlights burnout or exploded several blocks away. Men and women all over the city woke up from vivid night terrors. Rats fleeing the sewers and flooding the streets. People overcome with hopelessness as they threw themselves off of the roofs of skyscrapers to their deaths.

These things and more all happened that night.

The next morning, one of the sisters had found the Father, dead and naked on the altar.

While at first it seemed as though it was a cardiac arrest that killed him, further analysis revealed that his chest-cavity had been cooked from the inside out, what remained of his heart being a blackened husk.

This actually wasn't the first case of this happening. There had been three other cases of this happening in New York City alone. Over a dozen across the country. They all had a similar M.O.: the victims were men of some kind of religious authority (Father Gabriel, a retired Rabbi, a Martial Arts teacher in a Buddhist monastery), and they were found with signs of ****, followed by horrific and unusual mutilations.

They simply had no idea how to explain any of it.

Then, their station was flooded with calls, all claiming to be spiritualists or psychic of some kind.

They claimed that it was She who had killed the Father.

When asked who "She" was, they all gave different answers, though the gist was that they were all the same person.

The Scarlet Woman. The Great Mother. Mother of Abominations. Bride of the Void. She foretold by Aleister Crowley to ride the Beast into Armageddon.

Babalon has come to New York, and she is after something.

Or someone.