GREED: ALL FOR WHAT?

Xigger smiled in appreciation. He appreciates them taking the initiative to grant their would-be murderer access to their secure fortress. It is moments like this that he appreciates that he is not a Warrog anymore. 

The traitors were stopped by others before the door could be opened halfway. That is already enough for Xigger. His figure standing at the entrance collapsed into a puddle of blood. The blood slithered into the small gap that opened for him. Then he reformed within the mountain.

The voice in his mind said with giddy joy, "Let the Carnage begin."

He smiled too. "I am going to enjoy this."

He went straight for the pack leaders. They shine brightly in his vision so he can always find them. They are pitifully weak compared to Sauron so he was able to round them up easily. He would grab them and cut off their limbs so that they wouldn't resist. Then he goes and captures the others. 

None of the pack leaders were able to escape him. It is mostly because they were not trying to escape. They wanted to resist so they rushed towards the gate. They thought they were up against Sauron. Their defenses should last a while against Sauron. 

They thought wrong. Sauron cannot stun them with a single gaze. Sauron's hands can't morph into a rad blade that is sharp enough to cut through flesh and the bone that lay beneath it. Sauron is not immune to the goring of their sharp horns. Sauron cannot weaken them through the single drop of blood that came out from their wound. It is safe to say that they underestimated Xigger severely. 

It was until he captured all of the park leaders that he allowed himself to indulge. First, he and his fledglings went on a rampage. They butchered and killed every person they saw in the pack. A bloody battle was fought within the mountain. It was more of an all-you-can-eat buffet dinner for the Vampires. 

Blood flowed freely. It was spilled and it was drunk. Blood should be constrained within vessels in the body. That's the safe option necessary for living but it was made to flow freely into the environment. The Vampires wined and dined that night. They lost themselves to the reverie of abundant blood.

Xigger returned to the disabled pack leaders after feasting. He was intoxicated so he stumbled a bit. He found them sound and safe. They are already healing. All he did was cut off their limbs. It is not enough to kill them. They would be able to heal their injuries in time. 

Fortunately for them, Xigger has something to help them heal faster. He clamped his jaws down on their necks and drank from their life force. Then he cut himself and made them drink his blood.

He said to them. "What is taken should be returned. But I suppose my blood is more valuable than yours. Just take it as a gift."

Then he smiled wickedly. "It is a gift that you will have time to repay with your eternal life." 

They didn't hear a word he said because they began to convulse as soon as his blood entered their body. He was speaking with disoriented and incoherent Warrogs but he didn't mind. He looked on in anticipation to see what would come of his generosity. 

The blood that he made them drink began to shine within them. It spread throughout their body creating glowing lines as it traveled within their blood vessels. The blood eventually permeated their entire bodies. It made them glow a dull red color. 

They convulsed and thrashed about throughout the process. Their bodies tried to resist the foreign influence invading their existence. But their resistance failed. The invasion is from a higher existence after all. Their resistance is bound to end in failure. Their body stilled after being fully invaded by the blood. Xigger waited expectantly.

The voice in his head said, "This is the moment of Truth. Will they accept CARNAGE and evolve or will they reject the blessing and be destroyed?"

If it were any other race then the conversion into vampires will certainly fail. But the Warrogs have fragments of the law of life within them. So there's now a chance of success in the transformation. That chance will determine if they die or become pseudo-eternal beings.

Xigger didn't have to wait for long. 5 out of the 11 pack leaders rejected the blessing of Carnage. They couldn't resist it but they were not willing to succumb to the invasion so they broke down into puddles of blood. The other 6 began to change. Their fur fell off from their skin as if they were shedding. Their bodies became bare, but not for long. A new fur grew over their bodies and covered them. 

This fur is red in color. It is fine and smooth as opposed to the previous coarse one. They underwent other changes but the sight of the red fur signifies their assimilation into CARNAGE. Xigger watched on with interest. 

This sort of change that he is witnessing shows him just how powerful his patron is. A being that can create this sort of change without even being around must be very powerful. He only has to look inward into his body to know how powerful the voice in his head is. But it is these external changes that really drive the point home.

The voice marveled at the sight. "I have never thought that there is another race that can be brought into the fold of CARNAGE. I have to thank that white bitch. She did a nice work on your race. If only she will work for me. But she is too proud. Am I, a demon God, the Supreme of Carnage, not worthy enough to be served? Imagine the good we can do together. Together, we can spread CARNAGE to every race. I hate that White Bitch."

The demon God began to rant again. Xigger didn't say anything. He just listened while he waited for his new fledglings to be created. They greeted him after awakening.