The Nights of Revelation

We don't deal with outsiders very well
They say newcomers have a certain smell
You have trust issues, not to mention
They say they can smell your intentions
You'll never know the freak show sitting next to you
You'll have some weird people sitting next to you
You'll think "How did I get here, sitting next to you?"

Heathens - Twenty One Pilots


The Legion are the Mother Verity's right hand, her Sword, the Acolytes of the One True Angel. They are many, a brood that share all; their face, their disposition, their righteous fury, their cause. They seek to serve, the Many for the Mother, for the Angel. Nothing else matters. Nothing but the Gospel Apocrypha, the Erciyes, the Truth.

The Wormwood has Risen! The End is Upon Us! Praise the One True Angel! For the Glory of Our Father!

After the battle against The Returned over The Milkling Prime Experiment, some of the Legion and one of the masques of Mother Verity have been lost. Slain in glorious sacrifice in service to the One True Angel. May the Sword and the Father know of their deeds and their enemies fear the retribution alight on swift wings heralding their doom!