[Salone]

"Like what? More abominations? More things for us to consume and become?"

Lev stood, legs aching from sitting for so long. With a heave he threw back the door to the APC, stepping down on to the terrain. Rancid air filled his nostrils, fresh only in the sense that it was something new. Removing the little items he had left from his pack, he checked his battered weapons. They almost seemed useless now. Rarely had he been able to use them, and even his own consciousness was controlling his body less and less. Na'lsa had become a great and powerful being, and had been in danger of consuming Lev entirely.

The blind one senses great power...

Lev kept himself from vomiting. It was always sickening to hear Na'lsa inside of his head. He quickly packed his things in a neatly manner. Na'lsa would be coming soon, and he took no such care for the mortal's possessions.

How they dance so merrily to their own slaughter!

Lev's body was wracked with pain as the inky tendrils of Na'lsa's consciousness began to overthrow his own. He fought back, scrabbling to stay above the black. The transition was harder this time, not as fluid as it had been for the gluttonous demon.

You resist fleshling. You cannot hope to stave off the Messiah!

Lev's body fell to the ground. After a moment, Na'lsa rose. He brushed himself off, as if the affair was of no great importance. He was in power once more, and he would lead his people to a great power.

"My flock!" he said, "Today is a fateful day. Let us go forth and enjoy a bountiful fruit!"