Hunter dragged the man across the path of the village, he reveled in the screams of the wife and children that the man had to kill, changing the man into a brainless maddened war tool. Hunter watched the man as he ripped his own children into sections while his wife whimpered in terror. Gruesome but entertaining, the man hugged the wife with tears streaming down his face as he apologized over and over to her, that is before he butchered her and ate her alive, his face carved into a permanent crazed grin.

“Watching the show?” Bassa was beside him, a low growl rumbled formed from Bassa “Always relaxing isn’t it?”

“Shut it” Hunter didn’t realise he was crying, but why was he crying? There was no reason for him to cry, confused he sat down on the ledge of the house that he pulled the man from, He groaned as the voices started to fill his head.

“More…..Kill more….”

“Take over….Control all that stands in your way”