"Only those judged worthy can survive His coming, and we blessed few in the Slaughterhouse 9 have been charged by His most divine instrument to enact His judgement! Behold: the Black Eye!"
Jack Slash raises his hands even higher, and with the sound of screaming pistons and sparking electronics, a platform behind him lowers from off-camera.
Sitting atop a pink, lacy pillow is an enormous black pearl, easily six feet across. The lights of the studio illuminate it only barely, as its shimmering, glossy surface appears to drink the light more than it reflects it.
You hear a rushed intake of breath from beside you, but no exhalation. The act confirms your fear, and you struggle to think coherently under its pressure.
"Now begins the first, most righteous holiday to honor the Great Maker on our humble planet! For the following nine days, each of our nine chosen will seek to test this glorious city in the manner they see fit, and by the holiday's end only those worthy to serve and worship when He arrives will be spared!"
Stepping down past the lectern, Jack Slash begins walking towards the camera through the aisle, before stopping and extending a hand to the child on his right. His hand guides the head of the child, with its head full of tubes and wires, so that its profile can be seen.
The expression on Missy Byron's face is blank, save for a rictus grin forced onto it by a series of bloody staples.
Even Bladedancer's razors have stilled in the air now, and you hear a sob from your right. Tentatively, you reach out and touch where you think Administrator is standing, which causes her invisibility to drop. You see now that her hoodie and sweatpants are nearly completely turned red with blood from the amputated body of Who she has been carrying on her back. Her face is twisted in agonized tears, but she does not look away from the horror on the screen.
