[AG] THE BOOK OF PAIN.

"Come around, my family, and listen to this tale from the Book of Pain."

We see the gathered forms of Aurora Ray and Euan Hill. Ray, still maintaining a sense of composure, dresses in a well-kept pair of bright blue jeans, a button-up shirt tied at the midriff, and has her hair out and frizzled. Hill, opposite her, wears a set of torn black jeans, a stained white wifebeater, and a sleeveless denim vest. His hair is greased, hanging down over his eyes, looming ominously as they burn like coals beyond the black curtain. The voice of The Father is clear behind the camera.

"Henceforth, when we arrived on the soils of Project: Honor, it was with no bang, but with a whisper. A cold hissing sound along the wind, a curse left to drift into space, a silent vow that there would be bloodshed wrought and violence rung out from the highest chapels. There was no fanfare, but we didn't need fanfare. We didn't need celebration, no, the Children and I deemed ourselves worthy of an entry without entrance, an appearance without addition. We would let our boots sink into the soft soil of this virgin land, and find ourselves dominant on action, not words. Substance, not shine."

Aurora and Hill share a glance. They look back to the camera.

"Caliban and Legion. A violent anti-hero and a mislead woman. Two more children that could join my flock, if they were so inclined. But the Book of Pain tells us that such entries are not easily gained, no. It tells us that these welcomings should not be granted without tribulation, without suffering. Caliban, Legion, I welcome you to enjoy a tribulation, to face a suffering unlike any you've seen before. I wish for you to see, firsthand, what suffering you must endure. I wish for you to understand, firsthand, what kind of pain you must go through.

For in pain, there is a doorway. And through that doorway?

Salvation."

Ray and Hill smile at the camera, and then The Father lets out a chuckle.

"Come and see."

We fade to black.