I looked upon the remains of the bandits who killed my mother and I, and made them into two more of my brethren. Their bones slowly attached to each other, melded, and two more undead rose up on their feet. I looked up at the moonlight. The night was still young, much more to be done. Ewell will pay for what happened this day, on this very night. I already decided to purge out the trash of this city as well.

However, there was a problem. My undead brethren were unarmed, with only their hands and teeth for weapons. Their bones were durable and could easily be used to kill, but they needed something much more efficient. Then, I heard a familiar voice echo into my non-existent ears.

My herald, you seem to be able to make a simple use of your powers.. but you still have yet to grasp the true power of death.

Death? You are inside of my head, but how? What do you mean by the true power of death?

Always many questions.. but alas, I shall answer them. Simple telepathy, my herald, lets the gods and other powerful beings relay messages and speak to whoever they so desire, as long as it is within their power to do so.

The black mist of death, its uses are countless. The more you understand of its power, the more you will be able to use it. It grows from hatred, sorrow, and every other negative emotion that living things are able to feel, and aren't.

It can be used, of course, to bring out the dead into the realm of the living, so to speak. The souls that are still in limbo, and not yet in hell or heaven, are yours to command. Once you grow stronger, you will be able to call upon the greater beings that have died, including other heralds of other gods. In the end, none will be able to refute your will, for no one can escape Death.

I shall help you briefly by imparting you knowledge of the abilities of your current power. I will watch over you, like I have all others, and call upon you when the need arises.

I felt a surge inside of my skull for a while, a numbing sensation in my non-existant brain. I felt refreshed.

Many things that I didn't previously know about the black mist of death uncovered itself so I can see it.

The mist was not just a mist, it had many capabilities. It had the power of decay, could manipulate and absorb souls, and solidify itself as well, along with other abilities.

I commanded many bones to sprout from within the ground. I molded one into a blade, forged from the corpses of my brethren. I strengthened it with the mist, until its former white color obtained a dark tint. The mist carried it into my black, skeletal hand. The hilt of the blade carved itself into a menacing skull with jagged teeth, the blade seemingly protruded itself out of its mouth. Its eye sockets burst with a red flame, indicating its autonomy.

"I shall name you.. Purge, for you will help me in my conquest to purge this world of the filth that resides in it."

Its flames burned with a higher intensity, as it gave a clear excitement to its name. I held it up to the sky, and the same red flames that made its eyes quickly began to cover the blade coming out of its jagged teeth. The entire structure of its skull grew, its canine teeth growing longer and sharper. The blade, now covered in red flame, also grew longer.

It seems names are a powerful thing. Just after giving the name, I could feel my power diminish greatly. The aura of mist surrounding me lessened.

I felt the connection between Purge and I very clearly, it was more clear than the ones between the undead and I. Its flames, I could control with ease, and I could attack in the air with it without having to wield it in my hands.

I commanded it to shrink back in size, and the blade retracted back into its mouth. I covered it with the mist, and it seemingly disappeared from sight, but I still knew where it was. I didn't want my position to be easily found out because of the flames, and make the city guards on patrol become alert.

I repeated the process, but in a smaller degree of power.

Purge drained a lot of power to create, it seemed the mist was a form of mana for me to use. Whenever I distributed it to make more undead, the aura of mist surrounding me would lessen. Death told me that the way I could raise it would be to feed and absorb from negative emotions that the living feel. I could also absorb their bodies and souls as a form of nutrient as well. Now, with all of the undead equipped with skeletal swords, it was time to start.

"Go, and make this city kneel before me. Bring out my murderer, for he too shall know true death."

I gave my command, and they complied.

I began to walk behind a group of 40 undead, while the rest quickly ran, sword in hand, into the direction of the east gate. After a while, it came into view.

I could still know what the undead were doing and what they did on my way to the gate, so I wasn't surprised when I was met with the sight of the bloody corpses of a group of guards as I made my way into the outer district. The undead surrounding me received my order, and lined up orderly around me. As I approached the bodies, six of them grabbed ahold of them and presented them at my feet. The mist devoured their flesh, and I grew in strength. It was a pity that their souls already escaped into limbo, otherwise I would be able to devour it as well.

It seemed that the only reason I was able to absorb the souls of the two bandits was because I was present when they first died. Before it could fade away into limbo and escape me, I absorbed them. The problem, however, was easily solved by me.

I just advanced the orders that I gave the undead, and told them to devour the souls before they could escape. The undead soldiers could devour it with the mist I gave them, and in turn, grow stronger. I waved my hand, and six more undead were added to my escort. I also added that newly-made undead were smaller and weaker than their peers. The longer their bones were integrated with the mist, the stronger they became.

I could see, in the eyes of the rest of the undead, guards getting slaughtered, along with whoever was unlucky to be out in the streets at this time of day. They were already at the building that Ewell resided in, and one of them kicked down the door with its massive frame.

Everyone inside was slaughtered like a pig, the guards inside able to do nothing but die in the face of despair. Ewell was dragged out of his bed, as he was caught ravaging a naked woman who was torn in half from a blade after Ewell was thrown off of her. The blood sprayed across the room, and her soul was absorbed by the undead who slew her. Ewell screamed like a pig as he was dragged by his hair down the stairs of his three floor estate. His belly wobbled up and down, along with the steps. The blood of the hooker covering his naked body, it painted the streets of the inner district as he was dragged through it.

I finally saw him, with my own vision, layed in front of me. Beaten and bruised, covered in blood, and teeth flying on the impact as he was thrown at my feet. I lifted my skeletal foot above his face and stepped on his jaw, slowly crushing it as he yet out screams of agony. The sensation of his bones breaking and knowing that he felt the pain gave me a rejuvenating sensation.

I retracted my foot from his broken jaw, and lifted him up by the neck. He screamed in pain and fear as tears ran down his fat cheeks. I roared.

"DO YOU RECOGNIZE ME, EWELL? HOW DOES IT FEEL, TO FINALLY TASTE A FRACTION OF THE PAIN YOU GIVE TO YOUR VICTIMS?!"

I calmed myself down. My roar echoed across the inner district, and more guards would definitely be alerted from inside various halls, including the Hall of Order. I ordered my brethren to prolong them, for my vengeance was something that needed to be finished. Tonight.

"You murdered me, and my mother, on this very day.. you know who I am. You know what awaits your pitiful soul. Now, you shall know true death."

I took my time craving his screams as the mist ate away at his flesh. He screamed and kicked, until his vocal cords broke, and he could scream no more. I dropped his skeletal corpse like the trash he was, and grabbed at his soul before it could escape. I crushed the last of the trash that ruined our lives with my own hand, and felt something inside of me disappear.