As he entered the room, mask hiding his face and tomahawk held high, he saw a mass of zombies tearing apart what appeared to be a fresh kill. His kill.
Vassago usually didn't kill the undead, they were not fun, but he mad an acceptation this time. Becoming a blur of motion, his tomahawk and trench knife flashed through the cloud tearing the undead to ribbons.
No, what are you doing. They are god's soldiers! cried the voice at the edge of his conscious
"He was My Prey!" Yelled Vassago in a booming voice.
Vassago usually didn't kill the undead, they were not fun, but he mad an acceptation this time. Becoming a blur of motion, his tomahawk and trench knife flashed through the cloud tearing the undead to ribbons.
No, what are you doing. They are god's soldiers! cried the voice at the edge of his conscious
"He was My Prey!" Yelled Vassago in a booming voice.