Draft

1

All these bodies. Lifeless and unbreathing. A look of shock painted upon their faces. What could do this? Defiantly not a man, no mortal could do such a thing. One thing alone could do this. A Demon.
One man was left, shrouded in black, his skin a painted canvas. A Dermitae, only 5 people from his clan survived and their hearts were all devoted to gods, good and bad, their tattoos showing which deity they were bonded to. Priroda was linked to The Horned God Pan, he was here to try and persuade one of-of Seth's followers to come ti their side, it seemed he was too late.
Footsteps. Priroda turned his head to see a horrific sight. This...thing...was much larger and stronger than he had first thought. A collage of many creatures Priroda recognised.
[Human.] The voice was not out loud but in his head, this thing was burrowing into his very being, bleeding him dry of his energy. [Come.] thoughts of power were mixing with normal thoughts, promises of greatness. A paralysis began to fall over his body but then it stopped. A spear of darkness protruded out of the beast's chest. The young Dermitae turned his head upwards to see Syara, the eldest and strongest left of their kind hovering above him. Server of the Morrigan. She gave a disappointed yet playful look. "You almost got killed there, lucky the ravens told me you were coming here, we can't afford casualties at the moment." She landed next to the dead creature. "What is that thing?"Priroda asked, gently poking it to assure it was truly dead. "not sure. we should ask Leander, maybe his master Apollo." a nod of agreement from Priroada and they departed.