[Salone]

With a great strength Na'lsa ripped himself from Sin's body. Limbs and teeth met skin and scale and forced their separation from each other in a vile mockery of birth. The gape was split further, tearing along the seams of muscle until it would go no further. Meat hung in tatters and then forced itself around his form as he issued out. Gore and fluid gushed from the wound, ushering the twisted child back in to the world. Back in to the hell tainted plane. Back to the hell hounds. Back to the suffering mortals. Back to it all.

Na'lsa fell upon the ground, screaming feral defiance. Blood poured in to his eyes. His hair and skin were matted with fluid. Clothes hung sopping with crimson. He was bathed in it. Baptized in it.

He laughed maniacally. His head rolled back, and the blood covering his body was absorbed in to him. Became part of him. Entered unto his body and was consumed. Reprocessed. Repurposed.

And no sooner had he exited one body, he set forth to enter another.

The crazed...thing brought himself to stand, grinning towards the hell hounds. With a voice much too loud for his form, he issued challenge.

"TAKE ME."

He laughed. He laughed as one of the hell hounds charged him. He laughed as it opened its sizzling gaping mouth. He laughed as it lunged. He laughed still as its mighty jaws closed in around him.

His flesh melted between in the cavernous mouth. Bones were split apart by mountainous teeth. Na'lsa puddled in to a blood-laden mess of kibble as he slid down the unholy throat of the beast.

And he laughed.