The young girl Eumorphia was once a blushing bride, but now the red hues on her face are from the blood of her victims. The men and women who took her life. She was married for but a day when her husband suddenly struck her down and handed her over to the members of the Order of Agonistes...They were a group of madmen who needed a new God to worship and putrify. They chose Agonistes, he who was the bastardization of God upon the 8th day of creation. God did rest, but only after witnessing the horror of his newest creation. Eumorphia was with child. It was part of the cult's plan that Alexander marry her and lay his seed within her, for they knew that the child would hold great power. Honeymoon night of their marriage, Alexander blindfolded his beautiful young bride of 18, and guided her through a wooded area. The smell of roses around her, and crunching leaves beneath her feet spred a smile across Eumorphia's tender and young lips. Her dreams had come true. Her lower torso was swelled, she was nearly 8 months pregnant, next week. She daydreamed of the future as he guided her through the wooded area. But as quick as a blink in time, all went black. When she awoke, she was chained to an alter, large meathooks at the end peirced her flesh and prevented her movements...many leather clad beings stood around her. The horror made its present known as the figure standing at her feet took a hooked blade and slashed open her torso. She tried to close her eyes, but the other figures forced them open, forced her to stay awake. They took her baby, her unborn child, tearing it from her womb. The figure that had stolen her baby removed his hood, to reveal the face of her husband, Alexander. Panic, pain, hatred, more pain, nausea...The figures exited the room. Perhaps from shock alone, the hands of death, or simple blood loss, Eumorphia lost conciousness. She awoke in a dark room, dust and sand settled in the corner, and on the shelves that were scattered about the room. There were human bones and such on the shelves, as well as rusted medical tools. A figure stood at her head and stroked her cheek gently. It spoke: "Young child, you shall smite those who have smited you. You cannot turn the other cheek for both cheeks have been scarred as your soul, your life, your body, and your being. You will strike down those who have done this to you, as they have commited the sins of evil in my name...Angelus per Excessum, stand and show your wings to the world." Agonistes passed a soft hand over her eyes and they closed once more. When she awoke, she looked to the world with blank eyes, as Agonistes had removed her retinas so that they would reflect no color, no soul. She was a masterpiece that caused the ancient surgeon to weep by her beauty alone...and they would be destroyed. She returned to the dark underground area where the cult gathered. There lay the hooked blade that was used to gash open her womb in which her unborn child was stolen. She would use it to strike down each of the cult members, including her husband. She had no love within her, for Agonistes had taken her heart as a trophy, as it only added to her tragedy. She slashed and disemboweled each of the men, their blood splattering her white skin and the black feathered wings that the surgeon had cleverly attached to her back. "Angel of Death" was what she had become, young Eumorphia of only 18 wandered down the long corridor to the chamber in which her unborn child had been carried. There she found the bones and ashy remains of the fetus. She slowly gathered the remains and wept quietly to herself as the world turned a