Prison Guard with Supernatural Abilities

Lin Yun barely dodged the cyanide haze when three laser dots pinned his temples. Holographic crosses materialized as a synthesized choir screeched: "Drink the sacrament, lost lamb."

Reverend Isaiah Crowley floated behind bulletproof glass, twelve mechatronic tentacles writhing under his cassock. Each tip carried micro-engraved Bible verses. The converted mutants behind him glowed with cerulean eyes, crucifix scars pulsing on their throats.

"Your probability warp is amusing," Isaiah's tentacles raised a golden syringe, "but when God plays dice—"

Lin lunged for the fire hose, activating Probability Warp.

"—He consults Vegas oddsmakers first."

The sacrament meant for his forehead veered 15 degrees, plunging into a guard's neck. The man's skin transmuted to living bronze, singing hymns as he petrified.

[Religious Contaminant Detected]

[Devour Target: Class-A Mind Controller]

Lin tore data cables from thrashing tentacles, bitter fluid splashing his lips. The system flashed red:

[Warning! Theological stimulants may induce messiah complex]

Isaiah's laugh echoed through subwoofers: "Welcome to Lucifer's Flock, boy." He parted his robes, revealing a formaldehyde jar where his heart should be—inside floated World Trade Center steel fragments. "We're the real 9/11 survivors."Lin Yun barely dodged the cyanide haze when three laser dots pinned his temples. Holographic crosses materialized as a synthesized choir screeched: "Drink the sacrament, lost lamb."

Reverend Isaiah Crowley floated behind bulletproof glass, twelve mechatronic tentacles writhing under his cassock. Each tip carried micro-engraved Bible verses. The converted mutants behind him glowed with cerulean eyes, crucifix scars pulsing on their throats.

"Your probability warp is amusing," Isaiah's tentacles raised a golden syringe, "but when God plays dice—"

Lin lunged for the fire hose, activating Probability Warp.

"—He consults Vegas oddsmakers first."

The sacrament meant for his forehead veered 15 degrees, plunging into a guard's neck. The man's skin transmuted to living bronze, singing hymns as he petrified.

[Religious Contaminant Detected]

[Devour Target: Class-A Mind Controller]

Lin tore data cables from thrashing tentacles, bitter fluid splashing his lips. The system flashed red:

[Warning! Theological stimulants may induce messiah complex]

Isaiah's laugh echoed through subwoofers: "Welcome to Lucifer's Flock, boy." He parted his robes, revealing a formaldehyde jar where his heart should be—inside floated World Trade Center steel fragments. "We're the real 9/11 survivors."