Vassago wandered threw the shadows, the city loomed above him like a forest, his forest. He was king. He moved silently like a cat past legions of the undead. Not like they would notice him any way. Not after what happened. Not after the fool ingested the undead flesh. Now he gave of the same signals, smells undetectable by the human nose, but not to him. No, Vassago was able to move among them, like one of them, but he was so much more.
It wasn't complete freedom tho, Vassago was constantly reminded by his weaker side, the preacher that kept tugging at the fringes of his consciousness. The weak fool, pity that it was such a weak man that could hold Vassago back.
We must not leave the shelter, this isnt right
"Oh shut up you fool, you said you were hungry. Well now we hunt".
The fool.
It wasn't allways like this. I used to be a pastor, a good christian man fresh out of the seminary. I survived for so long on the communion wafers and wine, it was all i had for a month. It was getting to me, the wine was sinking in, it came out of my skin. The thick smell of the musky wine. But when it was gone i missed it. Oh i missed it so. I had no food, nothing to drink. Their was only the body. The demon that had gotten in and soiled God's house with its presence. Atleast thats what i believed. How was i to know it would awaken me. It would make me stronger allow me to do God's work.
I consumed its flesh like a monster, i felt it burn deep in my soul. A consuming fire, it ate me alive, my eyes and nose burned. I felt it clawing threw my brain, but i lived. I gained so much, an angel visited me. Vassago, the angel that explained God's plans. These monsters were sent to persecute the wicked, and Vassago gave me the power to move among them. I spent my life as a shepard for sheep that would not listen, now i have the chance to be the wolf that puts the fear of God into their souls. No i am not a blessed angel like the waves that purge the wicked, i am so much more. A wolf in sheep's clothing. I dine on them, and they do not get the sweet release of turning, but they feel the icy pull of Beazelbub's claws dragging them to hell. Vassago allows me to be God's holy sword
Franky Denton's presence pulled back the mask of Vassago, his Black eyes returned to their Green hue, and he stared down at God's latest sacrifice. She was a beautiful teen, blonde hair that flowed so freely from her split scalp, blue eyes that flickered between consciousness and death's black embrace. She would be a good meal. Enough to quite the hunger. Enough, for now.
His blade danced across her skin, taking tender muscles from the bone. He boiled the fat off, and ate her skin raw. He felt his vision increase, his sense of smell heightened. He became stronger, he would be able to move faster until the hunger set in again.
Do you even know what you are?
"I am God's sword Vassago, and this is his will." blood trailed delicate lines down his forearms and chin as he left the lump of organs and bones. The sun would dry her out, maybe he would be back if the rats don't finish her off.
Maybe it's time to join the sheep, more food waits for you
He pulled the mask back over his face and jumped into the street. He felt the undead push around him as Vassago took over control.
Just Like Auto Pilot
Well, i'll just have to work harder won't i?