The well collasped many years later, so long so that the well itself was forgotten and buried under new soil and floarl. The cursed guardian held himself captive in a blood orb that he had created from victims that he had lured to him or those that fell to their death of other's greed. His cocoon pulsed under the weak seal, ready to break free and live for revenge of the witch and the Lady of the Moon.

Name... He thought to himself, I need a name.

He had met so many countless people he couldn't pin-point one for himself. So he let his thoughts break through a creak in the seal into the minds of the small town by him. So many thoughts and lists he could chose from.

From the people he had learned that they had just appointed a new god but they could not completely trust this new outsider. The man snickered. They had appointed a man who calls himself a priest which he had hunted down through thoughts.

The purest man I've met! One man thought.

If only he could marry... An unfaithful woman saw the priest's face in her head, I could have it so much better than what I do now.

He found a small temple in the minds of the people and glided his spirit towards it, cautioned that it might be too pure for him to cross. His spirit had stepped onto the holy land and it did not hurt him, it did not burn his inside. Curious on why this was, he let his spirit venture around the area.

This was no holy temple nor priest, he chuckled to himself.

A dozen curvy, naked women lined themselves the inside of the church. Some of them talking to another, some engaging in their piped curiousity of each other.

The man they called priest was on the alter with the most beautiful of them all, the vampire thought. The brightest blond hair he could tell, almost to be mistaken for white, her skin so fair and smooth he noted as the priest ran his fingers along her back and then gripped her hips as he thrusted into her. The woman's moan...

The man's spirit found a way to get out of the dreaded place after all... All he needed was this tarnished man who wore a crown, he humored as the priest gave one more deep thrust and let the woman quiver and take him all. She looked up at him tiredly and smiled.

As the priest slipped out of her and walked away, the sealed allowed his spirit to enter the priest's mind.

This is your god... He whispered. I know all... I see all...

The priest looked around and then moved into a dark hallway out of sight of the women, "My Lord, they..."

Chuckling quietly, I am not here to punish you, my shepard... I am here for you to serve, you want more yes? I will allow your sins to go on if you do as I say.

The priest looked at his dwindling manhood and thought to himself. The priest was already corrupt, if he did what the Lord - or what he thought was the Lord - said, he could have this whole town. The men could probably allow him their wives.

Yes, the vampire egged on, I could allow you anything. All you need to do is dig up my avatar's crystal and worship me until I wake and that is soon.

The priest's lips started to tremble. He had no real knowledge of the god he was supposed to be teaching these people but he did know the Lord was supposed to talk to those who he thought were esteemed. Oh, but he wanted power. But then again, what if this voice was just part of his hopeful imagination? What proof did this bring him? A sad, one woman night when there were still dozens he promised to satisfy?

You wish for proof? The vampire's spirit pressed his mouth to the back of the man's neck and willed power to the man.

The unholy priest went from flacid to horny in a small amount of time without pain, his energy surged throughout his body.

"If I last the night, I will serve you." The man excitedly proclaimed and strode to the closest woman. She eyed him and lifted an eyebrow at him. "Are you ready to recieve your punishment?"

"Oh yes," the woman purred then got on her knees to lift her back side and opened her legs, ready to take him on. She gasped suddenly as he pounded himself into her.

He rejoined in this god and sung his name after the women were on the floor, unable to take any more, breathing heavily and moaning in each breath.

"Dominic, my lord," He sung as he sipped on whiskey to an old family's drinking song, "You may take my wine and my soul, just give me your favor..."

The vampire's spirit had wandered home, rejoiced that the seal that kept him for so long had disappeared. He also had a shepard that his sheep will flock to.

He also had a name.

Dominic.