Post by vic on Feb 23, 2012 18:58:08 GMT
Let's dance with the Devil tonight
VICTOR CRAWFORD VAUGHN
The Torturer. Well past ten-thousand years old. Male. Any and All. Demon. Dark. Vaughn.
VICTOR CRAWFORD VAUGHN
The Torturer. Well past ten-thousand years old. Male. Any and All. Demon. Dark. Vaughn.
So, fancy a chat do you? Well, let me start by saying one thing, mate; you won't like what you hear. Got it? Still interested? Hmm, well can't say I didn't warn you, and I'm the kinda gent that isn't big on tossing out warnings.
Well, I suppose we can start with a name. Names are always what you walking cattle jump to. Call me Victor. Victor Vaughn. Though that isn't my true name, just the identity of this walking puppet I'm wearing. The real me? Haha, you wouldn't believe me if I told you and you wouldn't survive if I showed you.
My true name was one taken from me long ago. Razier. An Angel of Michael, a proud soldier of the Host and unquestioning pawn piece of God Almighty. Oh yes, at one point I too was a trooper for the Holy Host, an Angel clad in all white ridding all Creation of dark and cruel things. It was a task I completed without question, exactly the same as all my other brothers and sisters. We served without question, without thought. Never once did it occur to us that we existed without freedom, without choice. We where soldiers who couldn't afford the luxury of free will, in fact we never even thought about it. You can't miss what you never had, after all.
That is until dear old Lucy flipped the script on everything.
I have to admit, at the time I was another one of Lucy's fan girls. I rallied to his flag, shouted his name as a war cry and met my own brothers upon the battlefield for him. But how could I not? For longer than any of us could remember we'd served a faceless God without so much as a literal thank you. We weren't shown gratitude because we where all expected to be mindless puppets with God's hand jammed up our asses. However, one Archangel didn't think it had to be that way, in fact he was incredibly passionate about the exact inverse.
And so it came to pass that myself and a third of the Host would join with Lucifer in his rebellion. The tipping point as many of you know had been the creation of you disgusting, yet oddly blessed Humans. He gave you souls, he gave you your own world but must of all, the one thing that drove so many of us to a blind rage, Lucy included, was the fact the He gave you freedom! You creatures were pathetic! You couldn't even survive on your own without Angels watching over you and in the end protecting you! Useless little cattle, and it had been expected of us to bow down and serve you simply because Dad wanted it that way.
Huh.
Well, that's not how things panned out, now is it? However, most of you also know that Lucy was unsuccessful in his little temper tantrum. Not shocking, albeit, it was Father that we revolted against. His power was unquestionable, yet we had dared to question. In his victory over us he had suffered possibly his first, thought certainly his most costly, defeat. Upon tearing away our \ings and casting us down into the bottomless pit he had created the first Demons. And from us evil and wickedness would spread to his beloved world like a cancer. Oh, Father had saved his precious Heaven and he'd protected his newest children; but he'd also cast upon them an unbearable burden. Even from the start with Adam and Eve, his first pets, he'd be forced to see what we'd become. With Eve's corruption Lucy had won another battle, his first against you. Against mankind. He stole away your chance at Eden on Earth, something you never deserved.
That's quite enough about Lucy, now wouldn't you agree? This is my story after all. Well, with God kind of MIA in Heaven and Lucifer locked away in Hell until Judgement day it left sort of a rift if you will in Hell. We where all new, you see. None of us had been Demons to start, we where the first, and because of that it had been up to us to create and forge Hell. Lucy had given a few orders here and there, but my dearest older Brother in a way became like God in his arrogance. After being brave enough to rebel he'd let the notion worm it's way into his head that he was different, better. He became distant, hardly speaking to us just as Father had. Some say he was locked away by God and couldn't speak to us, no one really knows the truth. But like I said, this is my story, so that means you gotta believe what I believe if you want me to keep going.
Each Demon wheeled and dealed for real-estate down there in the beginning. After all, with our new found freedom it became clear no one was going to give us our status or position in the New Kingdom, instead we'd have to take it for ourselves. Destiny was ours to forge for the first time, and it was then that we began to see just how deep into the darkness you can go when destiny runs unchecked. Oh, I killed. I simply went from a Warrior in White to a Killer in Black. We had all been soldiers, we all knew how to take lives and kill, it was just now we felt nothing when we did it. I took the life from so many of my siblings, yet it had become different then. As an Angel it had hurt to kill my own flesh and blood, we had all been created by Father and the very act of rebellion, no matter how justified, hadn't lessened the pain of killing my fellow Angel. But after the Fall? Perhaps the light of our Father had made us good, or maybe losing his blessing had driven us to evil. Whatever the answer, after losing my wings killing was one of the first things that seemed to come even more naturally.
Not like a soldier natural. No, I had become a monster, an inflicter of pain. And in the most vile sense, I enjoyed every second of it.
Some of my Siblings stayed in Hell, others preferred venturing to our Father's new realm to twist and play with his new children. What did I do? Like I said, I grew to love pain, and in that love I began spending my time within the deepest reaches of Hell, punishing and torturing the souls of those that fell down into Damnation.
Pain, it brought the truth out of people. The truth became what I was obsessed with. Getting those poor souls to admit each and every sin to me. Oh, it was a delicious treat. Especially those that denied it. The souls that took decades and decades of torture to finally break down their self-constructed they hid behind. Knowledge was power, and as the years wore on and on in the Human world I began to absorb and take knowledge. Knowledge of the arcane, of the supernatural, of what good and evil where up to and what war they waged upstairs. I had little interest in it, still seeing the Mortal realm through eyes of resentment. After all, we had fallen from Grace and lost the love of our Father over that pathetic world. I hated Humans more than anything else, and for that I had no reason to leave Hell.
After all I could spend eternity making them scream for forgiveness that would never come. Hell became my own personal paradise.
Now I can write you a few thousand books on what happened in those millenias I spent in the Pit. I can also tell you I enjoyed every second of it. The newer Demons tend to hate it, when they come topside possessing you cattle and wreaking havoc they spin all sorts of tales about how terrible, dark and horrid Hell is. Now they are right about all of that, but what they always fail to mention to you Humans is it's that way because that's how we made it. It was Ours not His and in Our defiance We crafted it in mockery of His paradise. Or at least that's the tale I'll tell you.
However, let's focus on the now. On this Victor Vaughn. He's me to a degree I suppose, in the very least he's how you see me, and that's important enough. But you might be asking that gnawing question, " Why leave Hell now?" I mean it's been thousands of years I've spent below, and the honest answer is a simple one. I do it out of love, out of loyalty. It's been long enough, and if you believe all the biblical citations then you've gotta notice something; it seems like we're coming to the end of the rollercoaster ride. All the signs and symptoms are pointing to it, I'm just here to orchestrate a few things so to speak. After all, I'm planning one helluva party.
Lucy's Coming Home Party.
It's a topic everyone is in disagreement on. Some people say he can't, others say he'll come when God decides, other say he can pick when he wants to return. However, I say Daddy up top and his finely feathered friends are keeping my dear Brother locked away somewhere and it's up to us to free him. No there are roadblocks, I know that, believe me. Between the Angels, the Hunters and my siblings that might not want Lucy coming home I've got some competition. But then again, that's why I've been biding my time. Waiting for the biblical events to unfold as dear, old Dad wrote them. The Angels can't deny Fathers will, and if it is the End of Times soon then perhaps there is a chance of freeing him. But remember, like I said, knowledge is power, and in my thousands of years I've learned a things or two.
I'm not here to clash with Hunters and Angels, I'm not here to pick and fight and try to flex Hell muscle. Oh no, their are younger Demons running around eager to spread turmoil and keep you cattle afraid of the dark. I'm here to release inhibitions. I'm here to corrupt and twist, I'm here to bring this city a little slice of Hell and start turning the wheels of destiny.
And my oh my, what a party I have planned.
app by kel <3
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A gentle breeze rolled through the city that morning bringing with it the faintest of hints to the approach of autumn. The city could almost be called beautiful in that moment, the silence surrounding it proving tranquil in the early morning. The air was still crisp at that hour, the sun having risen a few fours previous; the bitter cold of the night still lingering in the air. Few things stirred at the hour aside from the occasional dog digging through garbage or the soft moans of the undead as they shuffled about continuing their never-ending hunt for flesh. However, there was one creature that seemed to move with with a deliberate tone, a single being that seemed to stir that morning amid the lazy hours.
A grungy brown mutt.
The canine was moving at a brisk walk, it's eyes paying no attention to the lessers that shifted around through the dead city around it. The dog seemed to go about it's business with a seriousness that wasn't entirely animal; it moved as if something pushed it to do so. However, would could a lone mutt be in pursuit of in a place like that? After all, nothing was alive anymore, right? It had no owner left to return home to, it had nothing, just like everyone else in their god-forsaken world.
The dog continued in like that for sometime until it finally came to a rather plain looking building. However, unlike those around it, this one didn't seem as decrepit and mangled as the others. This one still seemed to have some semblance of life, no matter how insignificant it was. The brown mutt stood in front of the house, it's nose twitching a few times as it tested the air, hunted for a scent upon the wind. After what seemed like an eternity the dog finally padded it's way up to the rather sturdy looking door of the home.
Within the house resided three men. Each of them soldiers of New Haven, each of them trained in combat. They were fighting-men laying low in one of their numerous safehouses scattered about through the city. These places were suppose to offer some sort of safety in a deadly world; how delusional Humans always were. These men were laying low for a few days, waiting for an order to continue their exploration further into the city, probably out on a scavenger hunt for medicine and weapons; the things that society thrived upon.
"What the fuck was that?" Silence fell upon the house as the soldiers became deathly serious in a moments notice. Hands grabbed at weapons, guns being silently loaded as they prepared themselves for the worst. The three remained silent, straining their ears for even the tiniest of noises. Then it came, softly as it had before, but expected and waited for this time. A soft whine. One of the soldiers, presumably the leader of the trio, raised his finger to his lips. Without a single noise the men eased their way towards the door as a new sound began to pull at their ears. A gentle scratch could be heard as well as more audible whines and whimpers. It was a dog scratching at the door.
Glancing out one of the windows, one of the soldiers turned to his commander, his voice calm and relieved. "It's only a dog, sir. A straggly lookin' mutt, at that." The news brought a sigh of relief from the lips of the commanding officer; it was only a dog. At the news he couldn't help but feel an incredible burden be lifted from his shoulders. "Well let the damn thing in, it can stick around here for the few days we are." They all knew it went against protocol, but the fact was they needed any kind of distraction. Sitting around and waiting for the worst to happen wasn't good for the mind or nerves, and those were both things a good soldier needed. The dog would at least offer some sort of release for them.
Slowly, and without even a lone peep, the door slid open just enough for the mutt to get in. However, the dog simply stood there, a look of innocent confusion upon it's face. Silently the soldier beckoned the dog in, his hand waving gently; though the dog only turned it's head slightly to the side in confusion. Extending his hand out of the doorway, the soldier leaned out into the cool morning air to gently stroke the mutt's ear; he had to show the pup it was okay to come on. It wasn't shocking the thing wasn't trusting, the soldier could only imagine what god awful things it had seen and what had tried to eat the poor thing. A soft smile was upon the man's lips as he spoke soft words to soothe the canine, his fingertips softly grazing the mutt's muzzle.
And in that one moment everything changed.
The dogs canines suddenly became bared in a snarl, a fraction of a second later the beast snapped with ferocious strength and speed; it's maw clamping down upon the soldiers arm. A sudden and sharp yelp of pain came from the man before the second soldier forced a hand over his mouth, muffling his cry. Before either of the men could react the canine gave a vicious jerk pulling the first soldier out of the doorway and into the street. The sudden action caused the front door to slam completely open, with door striking the wall behind with a thunderous slam that seemed to echo through the silent morning. The second soldier rushed out into the street, his hand drawing a pistol from his hip. They couldn't let this go on any longer.
As the second soldier raised his arm to fire he was suddenly knocked off his feet by a thunderous collision. A second dog, a much larger rottweiler, had burst from an alleyway nearby. Before a shot could be fired off the second soldier had found himself upon the ground, wrestling for his weapon as the powerful dog tore at his arm, ripping through flesh and muscle. The pain was too much and he couldn't help but let out a scream of pain. The first soldier had been pulled to the ground by this time, and a third dog could be seen sprinting up the street. A powerful looking dobberman, it's dark coat seeming to stand out against the bright morning. Within a moment the powerful dobberman was upon the first soldier, the dog tearing at the mans face forcing him to cover himself with his free arm.
At the sudden commotion, the third and final soldier who also happened to be the commanding officer, was forced to abandon his team. Their screams of pain and fear would bring more lessers than they could handle within a few moments; he had to get the hell out of there. Sprinting through the house the soldier made his way to the back door of the house; the emergency exit of sorts. However, as he tore the open door, nearly ripping it off the hinges in the process, he found himself face to face with despair. A pair of dangerously large and vicious looking dogs stood there snarling. In a sudden panic, the soldier raised his battle-rifle to his shoulder; they were only dogs after all, bullet would be able to handle it. Lining up a shot, the soldier prepared to fire.
Just then a feeling of fire and pain erupted in his skull as he violently collided with the wall. In a daze, the soldier drew his sidearm and attempted to take aim a second time, though the pistol was kicked from his hand by a man he couldn't see clearly. Blinking a few times, the simple action bringing intense pain with it, the soldier began to regain his vision. Standing before him was a man clad in a pair of dark jeans, and a simple white button down shirt. His pale skin seemed to blend perfectly with his clothing, though his vividly brown eyes and dark hair offered a stark contrast. Glancing to the left the soldier could see the three dogs that had attacked his friends approaching through the living room, their maws and fur coated in thick, fresh blood. From the back door the pair of hounds that had cut him off also began to close in, and within seconds a semi circle had been formed around the fallen soldier; the snarling dogs held only at bay by the mysterious man that stood before him.
Smiling lightly, Corbin let an amused and quick laugh escape his lips as he shook his head. He really had expected more than this, I mean they were soldiers, after all. They had been taken by only five dogs? Clearly their reputation as killers had been more hype than honest. Lighting a cigarette, Corbin let a satisfying drag roll down his lungs, his eyes squinting softly as he weighed his options. Two fingers raised to his lips and removed the smoke, tendrils of toxic fumes dancing from his nostrils. "You know, I really had been planning on something a bit more dramatic, way to fuck it up." Squatting down before the soldier, Corbin raised the cigarette to his lips and left it there to free both his hands. Patting down the soldier, Corbin found a second pistol that he tossed aside, well out of the mans reach. However, he did find something that grabbed his interest. Sliding a wickedly sharp looking knife from it's sheath at the soldier's hip, the Overmind only smiled.
Raising his fingers back to his lips, the demon took the cigarette from his lips, blowing a large amount of smoke into the soldiers face. "I suppose it's rude not to make an introduction first though, huh?" Smiling lightly, his eyes shining with nothing more malicious intent, the Overmind continued, "Now, it seems like you and all your little buddies have been making quite a bit of trouble. Trouble doesn't bother me, I like trouble." Inspecting the knife closely, Corbin glanced back to the soldier, "What I am more interested in, is who is telling you to come out and make all this mischief. Surely you've for a boss somewhere. Or are all these little love nests around the city one helluva coincidence?" Smiling at his own question, the demon waited. The soldier knew exactly what was being asked of him, but he wasn't a traitor. Looking at the Overmind, the soldier summoned every bit of courage he had left in him to spit upon his face. The message was clear.
Fuck off.
Squatting there, Corbin remained in silence as his hand rose to his face to wipe the spit away. "Huh.." That was all that escaped his lips as he looked back to the knife. A second later the blade hammered down upon the knee of the soldier. It was delivered with such force that the blade carried straight through the bone to pin him to the floor below. A scream of pain bellowed from his lungs, and Corbin stood with a grimace of mild annoyance. Walking away from the soldier, the Overmind walked towards the front door. However, at the doorway he stopped he looked back to the soldier. Raising the cigarette to his lips, the demon took another drag. Exhaling through his nostrils once again, he simply shook his head and exited the home out into the morning sun.
Behind him the sound of his puppies tearing the man apart and his screams could be heard. However, withing a sickening and wet snap the screams suddenly stopped coming, now only growls and snarls ringing out as the canines devoured the body. The noise brought a distant smile to his lips as he looked out into the barrens in the distance. Out there he knew something had to lie in waiting. Someone. Taking another drag from his cigarette, the Overmind turned upon his heel to face the city. He needn't worry about some unseen Human yet. There was still plenty of fun to be had.
After all, the day was still young
A gentle breeze rolled through the city that morning bringing with it the faintest of hints to the approach of autumn. The city could almost be called beautiful in that moment, the silence surrounding it proving tranquil in the early morning. The air was still crisp at that hour, the sun having risen a few fours previous; the bitter cold of the night still lingering in the air. Few things stirred at the hour aside from the occasional dog digging through garbage or the soft moans of the undead as they shuffled about continuing their never-ending hunt for flesh. However, there was one creature that seemed to move with with a deliberate tone, a single being that seemed to stir that morning amid the lazy hours.
A grungy brown mutt.
The canine was moving at a brisk walk, it's eyes paying no attention to the lessers that shifted around through the dead city around it. The dog seemed to go about it's business with a seriousness that wasn't entirely animal; it moved as if something pushed it to do so. However, would could a lone mutt be in pursuit of in a place like that? After all, nothing was alive anymore, right? It had no owner left to return home to, it had nothing, just like everyone else in their god-forsaken world.
The dog continued in like that for sometime until it finally came to a rather plain looking building. However, unlike those around it, this one didn't seem as decrepit and mangled as the others. This one still seemed to have some semblance of life, no matter how insignificant it was. The brown mutt stood in front of the house, it's nose twitching a few times as it tested the air, hunted for a scent upon the wind. After what seemed like an eternity the dog finally padded it's way up to the rather sturdy looking door of the home.
Within the house resided three men. Each of them soldiers of New Haven, each of them trained in combat. They were fighting-men laying low in one of their numerous safehouses scattered about through the city. These places were suppose to offer some sort of safety in a deadly world; how delusional Humans always were. These men were laying low for a few days, waiting for an order to continue their exploration further into the city, probably out on a scavenger hunt for medicine and weapons; the things that society thrived upon.
"What the fuck was that?" Silence fell upon the house as the soldiers became deathly serious in a moments notice. Hands grabbed at weapons, guns being silently loaded as they prepared themselves for the worst. The three remained silent, straining their ears for even the tiniest of noises. Then it came, softly as it had before, but expected and waited for this time. A soft whine. One of the soldiers, presumably the leader of the trio, raised his finger to his lips. Without a single noise the men eased their way towards the door as a new sound began to pull at their ears. A gentle scratch could be heard as well as more audible whines and whimpers. It was a dog scratching at the door.
Glancing out one of the windows, one of the soldiers turned to his commander, his voice calm and relieved. "It's only a dog, sir. A straggly lookin' mutt, at that." The news brought a sigh of relief from the lips of the commanding officer; it was only a dog. At the news he couldn't help but feel an incredible burden be lifted from his shoulders. "Well let the damn thing in, it can stick around here for the few days we are." They all knew it went against protocol, but the fact was they needed any kind of distraction. Sitting around and waiting for the worst to happen wasn't good for the mind or nerves, and those were both things a good soldier needed. The dog would at least offer some sort of release for them.
Slowly, and without even a lone peep, the door slid open just enough for the mutt to get in. However, the dog simply stood there, a look of innocent confusion upon it's face. Silently the soldier beckoned the dog in, his hand waving gently; though the dog only turned it's head slightly to the side in confusion. Extending his hand out of the doorway, the soldier leaned out into the cool morning air to gently stroke the mutt's ear; he had to show the pup it was okay to come on. It wasn't shocking the thing wasn't trusting, the soldier could only imagine what god awful things it had seen and what had tried to eat the poor thing. A soft smile was upon the man's lips as he spoke soft words to soothe the canine, his fingertips softly grazing the mutt's muzzle.
And in that one moment everything changed.
The dogs canines suddenly became bared in a snarl, a fraction of a second later the beast snapped with ferocious strength and speed; it's maw clamping down upon the soldiers arm. A sudden and sharp yelp of pain came from the man before the second soldier forced a hand over his mouth, muffling his cry. Before either of the men could react the canine gave a vicious jerk pulling the first soldier out of the doorway and into the street. The sudden action caused the front door to slam completely open, with door striking the wall behind with a thunderous slam that seemed to echo through the silent morning. The second soldier rushed out into the street, his hand drawing a pistol from his hip. They couldn't let this go on any longer.
As the second soldier raised his arm to fire he was suddenly knocked off his feet by a thunderous collision. A second dog, a much larger rottweiler, had burst from an alleyway nearby. Before a shot could be fired off the second soldier had found himself upon the ground, wrestling for his weapon as the powerful dog tore at his arm, ripping through flesh and muscle. The pain was too much and he couldn't help but let out a scream of pain. The first soldier had been pulled to the ground by this time, and a third dog could be seen sprinting up the street. A powerful looking dobberman, it's dark coat seeming to stand out against the bright morning. Within a moment the powerful dobberman was upon the first soldier, the dog tearing at the mans face forcing him to cover himself with his free arm.
At the sudden commotion, the third and final soldier who also happened to be the commanding officer, was forced to abandon his team. Their screams of pain and fear would bring more lessers than they could handle within a few moments; he had to get the hell out of there. Sprinting through the house the soldier made his way to the back door of the house; the emergency exit of sorts. However, as he tore the open door, nearly ripping it off the hinges in the process, he found himself face to face with despair. A pair of dangerously large and vicious looking dogs stood there snarling. In a sudden panic, the soldier raised his battle-rifle to his shoulder; they were only dogs after all, bullet would be able to handle it. Lining up a shot, the soldier prepared to fire.
Just then a feeling of fire and pain erupted in his skull as he violently collided with the wall. In a daze, the soldier drew his sidearm and attempted to take aim a second time, though the pistol was kicked from his hand by a man he couldn't see clearly. Blinking a few times, the simple action bringing intense pain with it, the soldier began to regain his vision. Standing before him was a man clad in a pair of dark jeans, and a simple white button down shirt. His pale skin seemed to blend perfectly with his clothing, though his vividly brown eyes and dark hair offered a stark contrast. Glancing to the left the soldier could see the three dogs that had attacked his friends approaching through the living room, their maws and fur coated in thick, fresh blood. From the back door the pair of hounds that had cut him off also began to close in, and within seconds a semi circle had been formed around the fallen soldier; the snarling dogs held only at bay by the mysterious man that stood before him.
Smiling lightly, Corbin let an amused and quick laugh escape his lips as he shook his head. He really had expected more than this, I mean they were soldiers, after all. They had been taken by only five dogs? Clearly their reputation as killers had been more hype than honest. Lighting a cigarette, Corbin let a satisfying drag roll down his lungs, his eyes squinting softly as he weighed his options. Two fingers raised to his lips and removed the smoke, tendrils of toxic fumes dancing from his nostrils. "You know, I really had been planning on something a bit more dramatic, way to fuck it up." Squatting down before the soldier, Corbin raised the cigarette to his lips and left it there to free both his hands. Patting down the soldier, Corbin found a second pistol that he tossed aside, well out of the mans reach. However, he did find something that grabbed his interest. Sliding a wickedly sharp looking knife from it's sheath at the soldier's hip, the Overmind only smiled.
Raising his fingers back to his lips, the demon took the cigarette from his lips, blowing a large amount of smoke into the soldiers face. "I suppose it's rude not to make an introduction first though, huh?" Smiling lightly, his eyes shining with nothing more malicious intent, the Overmind continued, "Now, it seems like you and all your little buddies have been making quite a bit of trouble. Trouble doesn't bother me, I like trouble." Inspecting the knife closely, Corbin glanced back to the soldier, "What I am more interested in, is who is telling you to come out and make all this mischief. Surely you've for a boss somewhere. Or are all these little love nests around the city one helluva coincidence?" Smiling at his own question, the demon waited. The soldier knew exactly what was being asked of him, but he wasn't a traitor. Looking at the Overmind, the soldier summoned every bit of courage he had left in him to spit upon his face. The message was clear.
Fuck off.
Squatting there, Corbin remained in silence as his hand rose to his face to wipe the spit away. "Huh.." That was all that escaped his lips as he looked back to the knife. A second later the blade hammered down upon the knee of the soldier. It was delivered with such force that the blade carried straight through the bone to pin him to the floor below. A scream of pain bellowed from his lungs, and Corbin stood with a grimace of mild annoyance. Walking away from the soldier, the Overmind walked towards the front door. However, at the doorway he stopped he looked back to the soldier. Raising the cigarette to his lips, the demon took another drag. Exhaling through his nostrils once again, he simply shook his head and exited the home out into the morning sun.
Behind him the sound of his puppies tearing the man apart and his screams could be heard. However, withing a sickening and wet snap the screams suddenly stopped coming, now only growls and snarls ringing out as the canines devoured the body. The noise brought a distant smile to his lips as he looked out into the barrens in the distance. Out there he knew something had to lie in waiting. Someone. Taking another drag from his cigarette, the Overmind turned upon his heel to face the city. He needn't worry about some unseen Human yet. There was still plenty of fun to be had.
After all, the day was still young
