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This is an exclusive story that starts with the intriguing murder of a man called Johann Christoff who was an admirer of fallen war hero’s, He had ritualistically visited the city's catacombs, paying homage to the fallen soldiers and heroes on every third Sunday, as the desire of his father and since his passing almost fourteen years prior. He had come to quickly learn and memorize the intricate maze of tunnels in the catacombs. With each step the rhythmic harmony of the chanting grew louder. He fought the urge to call out into the darkness, instead steadily and silently moving deeper into the blackness that was the abyss. He saw three men in black robes, tied at the waist with a red rope belt, sat kneeling on the floor, their hoods pulled back and off their heads. They rocked in unison as they repeated their dreary chant. Two swords lay crossed in the middle of the floor; a ring of red dust encircled them. In three equidistant spots around the circle, three sets of six inverted crosses had been drawn on the dusty ground. Darkness consumed him, his body falling limp. When Johann awoke, he had been stripped of his clothes and tightly bound at the wrists and ankles to a large ceremonial table. These men made a declaration after which they killed Johann but little did the whole town know what was coming for them as they found Johann's headless naked body lay in a pool of crimson blood on the floor. His legs having been bound, arms spread, forming an inverted cross. His torso had been expertly carved and hollowed from just below his ribcage to his pelvis. A set of rudimentary symbols had been branded on his sternum – a triangle with a six bordering each side. At his feet sat a small wooden crate, atop which sat his severed head. On the floor a short message had been written, each letter having been painted in blood, "We are of one deity, of love and hate, of birth and death. This is how we preach."