Kingpin's Vanguard

[Puppeteer]

[If you wish to fight me, challenge me and you'll conduct a proper fight in Para.]

Doth the bell chime for church or doth it cry in agony? Twice range the bell within the bell tower at the specified hour beckoning; 12 A.M. The sun lay dormant in its falling state and the rustling wind betwixt the branches of long dead trees were remnants, or perhaps simply the mind playing tricks, of the souls crying in agony from their prison. Beneath the clouded, night sky lay the church beckoning with the cries of the bell. Architecture was highly unidentifiable, yet the tattered and broken cross above the wooden doors suggested it was a modern or perhaps early 1970's building. Stained were the bricks and nothing held the faintest bit of paint nor color from the age creeping upon it. Though there was little light to guide one upon the dirt path it had mainly come from the faint glow held within the dormant building between the faint cracks of the door; with this in mind one would naturally seek the light to sate curiosity or seek refuge within its walls. Having taken the journey to the towering doors it became quite apparent that not only was this church not as grandiose as its brothers but it was also much older than previously thought. With that in mind venturing forth was as easy as taking the wooden doorway and moving it aside with a very minor heave. One would expect the interior to be of grand proportions to worship the Lord and Savior but there was nothing. No chairs or pews for one to sit. No grand signature of the sacrifice Christ made for man. Nothing but the barren floor stained orange; a grotesque coloration for this place of Holiness. Across the way towards the back stood, at first glance, the podium in which the preacher would expound the Bible. No; that was no podium it was a man, or from the shoulders it looked to be a man. The glow came from a single torch which had been hung just above the doorway for the purpose of illuminating the entire dwelling of the building and it gave the impression that this figure was of darker color; not of skin but of clothing. Rags concealed the majority of the body, leaving the abdominal region visible. Looking closer would have brought one to the conclusion that it was a Caucasian male underneath all of the pieces of cloth since the face was concealing any identifying features and the only thing for identification was but one large circle of what appeared to be some sort of seal, rune, etc. that was marked upon the face ranging from where the chin would be, spreading out over the face and forehead, to end just a tad bit upon the scalp and it widened out towards the temples. This one looked far more grotesque than any normal human and, though built, had some key factors to be taken note of; namely that the arms were also revealed showing it carried the human hand of four fingers and the thumb. Little muscle mass was seen ranging from the forearms to the biceps yet the shoulders looked well used as was the abdomen. There was one major flaw in this unknown being and that was there was no feet and it seemed impossible for it to have actually been standing. Yet there it was. Standing. Waiting. What exactly was it and what had it been doing here? Silence had fallen though nothing truly was silent. A voice. A whisper. Hushed and raspy that sputtered the words like that of gibberish but quite understandable and repeated over and over.
"Vanguard to Kingpin. Kill adversaries. Vanguard to Kingpin."