Assassin Guild: Death Age Part Three

Assassin Guild: Death Age Part Three

Three days ago, Toxic stands outside of a church, some of the blue toxic waste that is coming out of his body seeps out of the bottom of his mask He sighs and looks down at the large symbol that is shaped by flowers, dead flowers.
He looks back up at the large church, it gives a slight eerie feeling from how the building is shaped, and the weather today; There is a fog around the area.
Toxic opens the doors to the church and stands at the entrance. There are may people, wearing white robe like armor, all of them have grey hair or shaved heads. Some of them have weapons attached to their arms that are swords shaped into crosses.
Everyone in the church is staring at Toxic.

“What? I need a invitation?”

Toxic begins to walk forward, two of the guys with blades on their arms close the doors behind him. Toxic takes a look at each person who is looking at him as he is walking forward, his footsteps make a soft sound from his boots, but it's loud enough to hear a faint echo.
He stops at between two pews which are filled with other people who are standing up, and so are the rest of the pews. There is two sets of twelve pews, all facing in one direction to the alter.

“A Assassin? In our Church?”

A man wearing a white robe like armor like the rest of everyone else speaks up at the alter, facing Toxic. The man at the altar's robe has a slight red tint to it.

“Yeah, I got someone to play darts with, and they are the board.”

The man walks away from the back of the alter where he was standing, and to the front.
This man has long grey hair, his blades are attached to his back, he looks rather young for the age that Toxic got on his file.

“Who is it Assassin?”

“I will have to say, you. You have been charged with by the Assassin Guild: Robbery, rape, murder. You are classified as a homicidal maniac-”

The people in the church start to shout insults to Toxic as he continues listing what the Assassin Guild has info on him.

“- AND, you are a repeat offender to the Assassin Guild itself, it's leaders, and Assassin Master.”

The man at the alter raises his hands and the people stop shouting insults towards Toxic. He lowers his hands down slowly when the whole church is silent.

“Assassin, I am very sure the Assassin Guild is just paranoid, and fears death. The so called “Gods” that you and the Assassin Guild so called “believes” in, they are merely just, bedtime stories. A God of Creation, God of Fire born from the Goddess of the Sea, and the God of Land. Then there is the two Light and Dark Goddesses, and the one who controls them all. God of Elements. There is no such Gods, except ours. Our God promised us power, and has came to this very Church to tell us what he has to offer to us if we do what he wants. He will give us the strength to punish the Assassin Guild, Sun Police Guild, Chorus of Death, Singing Birds, and any other group of evil.”

Toxic sighs, and looks down at the floor.

“I don't got time for this, not with how much I got left to live.”

Toxic muttered under his breath while the Preacher, preached.

“What does your Gods offer you?”

Toxic looks up at the man after his question was asked.

“My Gods, they want nothing but us to live and fix the problems ourselves. They only wish to be noticed, and heard of. The Cumans, are they enough proof that they are real? The Cuman Island, their prison from Godland, separated by the sea filled with God Chat's creations, only to separate them from us, but we fixed that.”

“You did not answer my question, what does your Gods offer you?”

“I thought I did, if they wanted something from us, the one that needs something would be here, and tell me in person what he or she wa-”

A knife was thrown at Toxic's back, his blood, which is blue starts to squirt out of his back around the knife like a faucet when you hold back the water coming out.

“Mother...”

Toxic takes out the knife from his back

“FUCKER!”

Toxic turns around and throws the knife back at the man who has his hand still up from throwing the knife. The knife goes right in the man's nose, and Toxic's blood starts to burn the man. There is smoke coming out of his nose and he is screaming and trying to pull it out. The man lays down on the floor dead very quickly.
Toxic turns to the man at the alter.

“That hurted...”

“That should be the hint that you should leave.”

“I am not leaving, without your head in my right hand.”

The man looks at the people.

“My followers, get him.”

The people start to put on the arm blades shaped into crosses and surround Toxic quickly. They all seem to stop in a circle around Toxic.
Toxic stands there, and takes off his gas mask.
Toxic's skin is light green, his eyes are all blue, and there are cracks in his face where there is blue toxic waste slowly seeping out. Toxic starts getting a flash back of when he was in the Sun Police Guild, he sees the Cult Members as The Sun Police, the church is a hallway in the Sun Police Guild, and the Leader of the Cult for a moment looked like Rojo.
Toxic looks up as the Cult Members get closer, he feels the waste coming out of his skin faster, and soon he sees the blue toxic substance start to come out of his skin like a fountain.
After a short while he takes a deep breath and holds. The toxic waste shoots out from the cracks in his face and up in the air. The waste falls onto the cult members, they start screaming and melting away. The Cult Member is not close enough to be hit by the rain of toxic waste.
The Cult Members are now half melted skeletons laying down in a pool of Toxic's toxic waste. The Cult leader is just standing there, confused on what happened.

“You see, my Gods don't just give me power like I am suppose to notice.”

Toxic steps forward, his boots are slowly being dissolved by the substance on the floor.

“Over time, I know they have gave me something, for a reason.”

Toxic continues walking forward.

“Even though, I do not have that long to live, because of what the Gods gave me, I put it to use.”

Toxic holds his breath again and his toxic waste shoots out from the cracks in his face and onto the Cult Leader's torso. He starts screaming and writhing in pain on the floor, he eventually stops.
Toxic rips the cult leader's head off from the corpse with his right hand, and walks to the doors.

“I told you I am not leaving without your head in my right hand.”