This body is weak and broken. The heart doesn’t pump the way it should, and He’s surprised that the vessel hasn’t died before now.
He’s surprised he didn’t die during the transfer.
The will of this vessel is incredible, for a mortal. But no mortal is a match for Him and the soul was soundly ejected, even if He was impressed by the fight.
He supervises his subjects while his other half searches for the missing Third. The Prisoner - the next sacrifice. The host of their vessels’ souls. The only one that stands in their way.
“Prepare the altar,” he says to his attending acolyte. The mortal bows and rushes to follow his order.

















