[Salone]

Na'lsa's eyes bulged as the hand closed around his neck. Bone cracked as they began to break, throat collapsing in on itself. His mouth opened, lips not moving as a hollow whisper escaped.

"I am not bound by mere flesh."

With that, he slumped. Even before he stopped moving, his body began to...decay. In a rapid moment flesh began to become red and swollen, rippling as if it were being brought to a boil. His eyes began to swell, growing larger until they actually burst, hot tissue exploding forward in to the priest's mangled face. Blood gushed freely from the sockets, other streams dripping from the rest of orifices and even the pores of his very skin. His body began to liquify, flesh peeling back along the bones as muscle and tendon literally dropped to the ground, blood and various other liquids following as little spittles of liquid clung to the rapidly brittling bones. Eventually they fell away in dust, peppering the quivering pile of half-rotted organ, muscle and blood at the man's feet. The only thing to mark that the crazed demon had been there was Lev's coat, and several firearms hanging from it limply. Below it the flesh pile pulsed and fluctuated, pumping back and forth as it still continued to somehow live. Laughter began to issue from no discernible source, the mound quivering in time with the sound.

"You will be consumed!"