The Blood of Christus Rex
The world stood at the edge of prophecy. Rivers and oceans ran blood-red, a crimson tide stretching across the continents. Scientists called it eutrophication, but those who still believed in scripture knew better. Revelation 16 had spoken of this day: “The second angel poured out his bowl on the sea, and it turned into blood like that of a dead person, and every living thing in the sea died.”
Yet even as the signs manifested, the Vatican turned its back. They had found their messiah in Brian Go Lightly Marshall, anointed him as the returned Christ, and dismissed the true Christus Rex as a madman, a delusionist. But the world’s rulers knew better. They feared him. His mere presence shattered their control, and the weight of his words sent tremors through their fragile dominion.
In the laboratories of Canada, scientists worked in secret, driven not by faith but by necessity. They did not see divinity in the blood of Christus Rex; they saw power. The blood of the Lamb, the most potent substance known to mankind, held the key to immortality and strength beyond measure. The prophecy of Revelation 12 whispered in their ears: “They conquered Satan by the blood of the Lamb.” And they intended to wield it.
The plan was monstrous. The blood of Christus Rex, forcibly harvested, would serve as the foundation for a new breed of soldier. Not mere men, but clones—legions of enhanced warriors designed for the ultimate war. Not against flesh and blood, but against alien civilizations that lurked in the void beyond the stars. The world’s leaders had long known of their existence. The time would come when Earth would have to fight, and they would need a holy army to stand against the cosmic threat.
But as they drained his sacred blood, Christus Rex did not weep. He did not resist. He only spoke:
“This is the blood that will be shed for the salvation of many and the forgiveness of sins.”
And outside the cold steel walls of the laboratory, a different revolution began. Not one of governments, not one of churches—but of the people. The disenfranchised, the broken, the exiled. Those cast out by the world’s corrupt rulers. Among them, a most unexpected ally: Pussy Riot. The defiant, anti-establishment punk prophets who saw in Christus Rex not just a savior, but a force of reckoning.
The Vatican had rejected him. The rulers feared him. But the people? They were ready to follow him.
The war had begun—not just on Earth, but across the heavens.