in the distance, the crowd began to gather, drawn by the news of his resurrection. but as they saw the figure before them, their joy quickly turned to horror. this was no saviorthis was something far worse. a zombified, twisted version of the man who had once walked among them. > "and the people looked upon the risen one, but he was not as they remembered. his body, drained of spirit, moved like that of the dead, and his eyes, filled with the darkness of the flesh, looked upon them with hunger." the crowd began to scream, backing away as jesus staggered forward. his once-golden halo of light had been replaced by a dark, eerie glow. his hands, once meant for healing, now twitched with an unholy thirst, fingers curling like claws. it was then that the sky darkened, clouds swirling ominously overhead. the wind picked up, carrying with it the sound of distant howlsan echo of something sinister. jesus lifted his head, his dead eyes scanning the crowd, and in one horrifying moment, he let out a low, guttural growl. the resurrection was not one of triumph. it was a resurrection of horror, of indulgence gone unchecked. jesus had risen, but the goon tomb had claimed him. and as the crowd fled in terror, the echo of his hollow laughter filled the air, a twisted reminder that even the purest of souls could fall to temptation. > "for even the son of god, tempted by the flesh and the desires of man, must rise againyet not as he was, but as the creature that indulgence had wrought." as the fog rolled in, and the scene grew dark, jesusthe zombified, ghoulish figurebegan his slow, jerking walk toward the fleeing masses. the once-sacred day had turned into a nightmare, a halloween horror, as the music of the damned echoed in the background. *-*-*
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