Project Eleven: Malefica Obscura

The Royal Pavilion, and surrounding gardens, also known as the Brighton Pavilion, is a Grade I listed former royal residence located in Brighton, England.

Beginning in 1787, it was built in three stages as a seaside retreat for George, Prince of Wales, who became the Prince Regent in 1811, and King George IV in 1820.

It is built in the Indo-Saracenic style prevalent in India for most of the 19th century. The current appearance of the Pavilion, with its domes and minarets, is the work of architect John Nash, who extended the building starting in 1815.

George IV's successors William IV and Victoria also used the Pavilion, but Queen Victoria decided that Osborne House should be the royal seaside retreat, and the Pavilion was sold to the city of Brighton in 1850.

The Royal Pavilion Garden, in the Pavilion's grounds, has a wide variety of plants, having been restored to Nash's original Regency vision. It is said to be the only fully restored Regency garden in the UK. The garden is maintained using only organic methods by the Trust's garden team led by a Head gardener and including volunteers. The garden is often used by street entertainers, especially in summer. There is also a café in the garden.

The garden is Grade II listed in the Register of Historic Parks and Gardens. Historic England deemed the garden 'at risk' in October 2017 due to its original character being blighted and overshadowed by unsightly fencing, litter bins, signage and lighting etc. Brighton and Hove City Council opened a public consultation on the future of the gardens after they were put on Historic England's "At Risk" register.

A list of over 20,000 crimes and anti-social behavior incidents (including indecent sexual behavior and drug abuse) that had taken place at the gardens had been reported to the city council in 2017, raising the possibility of fencing off the gardens and closing them at night.

And it is the coronation of Ralphonse. This was indeed a private affair with only those of the Third Revelation that are in attendance. Military personnel or those of commanding officers. It was surprisingly warm but cloudy outside. With a light breeze waving the flags of their order.

Standing at the back of the stage was the Holy Mother wearing a white and yellow robe, symbolizing her as an active God.

She was flanked by two men in white and red robes; to the right of her was a colossal, dark skinned, steel blue eyed, statue-like man described as a "black giant" due to his massive muscular size. He gives the impression of a monster, instantly marked as the Berserker of the Third Revelation. But underneath it all lies a cold and calculative killer who was indeed a one-man army.

To the left was a dignified-looking man with golden hair standing up like a blazing flame. His face is described as handsome, and his eyes, crimson like blood, are visibly not those of a human and give off a mysterious radiance that makes people wither. He is known to have several red tattoos on his body that are usually hidden underneath his robe and act as enhancements for his magic.

To the left of her, she felt the man’s reluctance, “smile, Kenneth!” She uttered.

“I’m smiling in the inside,” the young man named Kenneth protested.

Maria just shook her head in disappointment, “how are we looking when it comes to security, Charles?”

The colossal dark skinned man, glanced at his smartwatch. He spoke in a soft and rugged tone, “we have stationed at least 2000 of our mobile units at a 460 mile radius.” Charles informed.

She took a deep breath, “we can’t be so lax on this occasion.”

Then a black limousine pulled up about a kilometer from the podium. There was a red carpet laid with red and white flowers. Promptly, the limousine pulled up at the red carpet.

Then one of the military men, approached the door and opened it.

One of the military men, helped the fancily dressed woman out of the car.

She had blueish-purple eyes and long purple hair in a long braided ponytail. Beautiful beyond all compare, her hair ornaments seem like something a princess would wear. The gown that she wore was beautiful, Royal crimson cherry gown with matching high heels.

However, it wasn’t a woman wearing it. It was Ralphonse.

Forcibly, the military men saluted Ralphonse as he sauntered on the red carpet. It was hard for them to do since most of them didn’t know what to make of this… They tried their best to hide their laughter and smiles and snickering.

Even when Ralphonse walked up to the stage, he had the audacity to show off his thick well-toned legs as if he was impressing the audience. Step-by-step, he took his time milking the occasion.

Mercifully, a few minutes later, he was on the podium.

“He looks ridiculous…” Kenneth blurted out.

“Quiet!” Maria admonishes.

“God save the Queen!” Everyone shouted in unison three times.

It was then Maria’s queue to step up to the podium and speak into the microphone, “God, my Lord, my Savior. Crown with a crown of glory and righteousness, that having a right faith and manifold fruit of good works, you may obtain the crown of an everlasting kingdom by the gift of him whose kingdom endureth forever standing.”

“Amen.” Everyone shouted in unison.

"I, the holy mother of the third Revelation, Maria Boutonniere will be faithful and true, and faith and truth will bear unto you, our Sovereign and Archbishop. Cardinal Ralphonse Garrison to be now known as… Father Raphael of this Realm and Defender of the Faith, and unto your heirs and successors according to law. So help me God."

“Raphael!” They shouted in unison three times.

“Kneel before God, Cardinal Ralphonse Garrison!” Maria instructed.

Ralphonse would kneel before Maria.

“Cardinal Ralphonse Garrison, do you accept your ascension before me and before God as our newest defender and father of the faith?”

Ralphonse would raise his head and face Maria as he spoke, “I solemnly promise and swear to govern all of humankind and those who perverse it with their demonic agenda. And to solemnly swear to govern the peoples of our great nation and great nations across the globe. No territory will go unchecked, and no corruption will not be led to foster I will to my power cause Law and Justice, in Mercy, to be executed in all my judgements.

“I will to the utmost of my power maintain the Laws of God and the true profession of the Gospel. I will to the utmost of my power maintain in the religion established by law. And I will maintain and preserve inviolably the Third Revelation, and the doctrine, worship, discipline, and government thereof, as by law established in in our great country.

“And I will preserve unto the Bishops and Clergy of the Third Revelation, and to our Churches there committed to their charge, all such rights and privileges as by law do or shall appertain to them or any of them. The things which I have here before promised, I will perform and keep. So help me God.”

“Spare us God, give us mercy. Spare us God, give us mercy!” The audience shouted in unison.

“As you are bound to your word, you must write your contract and blood of our Lord,” Maria instructed.

Father Raphael rose to his feet and they both walked to the table. It was a written piece of paper and a knife with a towel. He knew what he had to do.

He picked up the knife and he presented it to the audience, “with my blood I give my allegiance to God. And I give my allegiance to the holy mother. I give my allegiance to the third Revelation!”

Of course Kenneth wasn’t amused. He just wanted this whole shit show to be over and done with.

Father Raphael was take a deep breath, take the knife, and cut his palm wide open with it.

He would then bleed inside of a small container next to the piece of paper until he filled it up.

He would then use a feather pen to use the same blood to write his name.

And finally he would had to flip over the paper and place his bloodied palm on the back of it.

Afterwards, he would be attended to by a couple of positions. They would clean his wound and would wrap his hand with a special bandage made with wool that is dyed red.

One of the cardinals would carefully roll up the bloodied piece of paper and put inside a metal tube. They would use a rubber stamper with the blood and stamp the end of the tube with it leaving an impression of the third Revelation logo.

Then, the holy mother herself would dress Father Raphael into his own red and white robe.

Father Raphael would see the audience as they all bent a knee.

He would then look over to a smug yet satisfied Maria, “that’s it?” He was wondering.

“That’s it,” she said with a smile.