Across multiple versions of Earth, it expands. Destabilizing from within, then slowly replacing political figures over time. It's conquest is not one of military victory, but one of the mind. A slow, methodical conversion over generations.
In worlds without religion, the only threat to their control is belief in something more. Empirical proof of an afterlife, of heaven and hell. Incursions by demons threaten to destroy this control with evidence of hell. The Home Office employs individuals to contain these incursions, and their threat of belief.
A creature, not unlike a Cenobite stalks the night. It moves with a eerie grace. It wears a white leather full length skirt, but a bare torso. It's skin is a whitish pink, covered in horns, ridges, and and thin, reedy spikes emerging from it's back. It appears human, but a ghastly parody thereof. It leaves a warehouse containing two large cubes - gateways between dimensions, but also timelines. Levithian's influence expands, but the demons motivation isn't grounded in politics, or control. It's death and pain.
A man watches this creature cross a parking lot. It's late at night, and all surveillance is temporarily suspended in this area. Anyone else coming in contact with an entity is flagged for later execution. The demon calmly walks across toward the treeline, but pauses. It changes direction and approaches a bag of candy on the ground by a tree. As it picks up the bag, a trap is triggered, launching a razor thin blade from the tree, bisecting the creature's torso.
It's head still intact, it stumbles backward. The man races forward, holding a garrote tightly between both hands. Avoiding the long spikes, it pins the creature to the ground. It speaks -- "How?" It asks. Struggles to press the garrote across the creature's jaw, he says "It was all over the house in your last victim's place. You're a creature of habit." He jams the razor right to the ground, decapitating the creature.
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