The ghastly and spiteful Spider-God prowled in close range of the Hub and inundated its otherworldly embodiment with the crimson torrential rainfall. The darkened and murky shadows of the Council of Tombs gasmask killers were sandwiched between the colossal snow-covered palm trees and the automobiles the ruthless committee had arrived in. The red-blooded unmarked, law enforcement vehicles had no imprint, no decals and were absent of sirens. Although, on each side of the transportation motor vehicles of these supernatural monsters with the body of humans to camouflage their factual, outward appearances were operational for battle and every vehicle had machinegun ornaments attached to the car doors. This assemblage of homicidal and bloodthirsty bizarre, unearthly purgatory dwellers kept watc
