[b][u]The Chaos Theory[/u][/b] [u]Strathmore Cemetery.[/u] [b]Rain pours down on Malform as he stares at the graves in front of him. He is still missing a large portion of bio-mass since his encounter with Caldon. Something seems off about him. For once, a look of grief has morphed his face. Judgement stands nearby staring silently at his companion. Terror lets down a blackened tendril and begins to remove the dirt around the bodies. Minutes later, tendrils descend and scoop up the six bodies that comprised Malform's General Force. Malform doesn't move an inch, instead he kneels down and closes his eyes.[/b] [i]"You seem to emotionally detached, today. You compromise the plan if you continue."[/i] [i]"I have never heard rain so quiet. It's like the sky cries for my soul."[/i] [b]Judgement seems to twitch with frustration. He moves close to Malform and puts his hand on his shoulder. In a swift motion, Judgement tears at the ichor until Grief Drinker is detached.[/b] [i]"How dare you! What do you think you are..?"[/i] [b]Malform's words are cut off by a quickly decisive motion. Judgement brings the blade down on the monster's face. Actual blood begins to drip from the split skull.[/b] [i]"In your moment of weakness, you turned soft. If you will not carry out our work, then I will! You've been exposed to humanity for too long. I will not let this go wrong because of your fault. You have been judged accordingly."[/i] [b]Grief Drinker slowly conforms to Judgement. It forms with his body and his skin turns black. A twisted grin forms on his masked face.[/b] [i]"I shall take your place... As the new Malformation Network."[/i]