Imitidoras couldnt help but giggle at his good fortune. In the time since the old church had been disbanded he had been having a bit of fun going from town to town and feeding upon whomever he wanted. Of course, his undead state also gave him a few fetishes, fetishes that he had been indulging in, in the most macabre manner. Yet, in the past few months he had begun to grow bored with his immortality. It was just dumb luck that Serpiente had clanked his way back into his life.
Ah, now there was a creature that Imitidoras could not stand. He had never understood why the leadership took it in. Always with the ROGER, 10-4, BEEP BEEP and so on, how it had driven him crazy.
Yet now, realizing that Serpiente could be his pet priest, well that was something that suited Imitidorass needs just fine. In a world void of a family for protection, having a creature throwing heals your way could be quite useful.
And so what was disjointed chaos has now become a team of abomination. And the pair worked this way for quite awhile, destroying everything that came within their path. Imitidoras pulling the strings, and Serpiente an unknowing patsy.
Then one day, deciding to murder some New Thalos guards, the duo started marching, they made it past the Crossroads when Serpientes keen optical scanners identified a person or thing in the far distance, crawling, trying to get to a city, possibly for help.
Imitidoras, seeing the possibility to indulge in his disgusting sense of fun decided to scout it out, while Serpiente scanned from the rear.
He moved in ever so slowly, and saw something that made his little undead heart flutter. What appeared to be a heavily scarred and bloody emaciated human, trying to claw his way to New Thalos and ultimately life.
Ah cooed the lich. What do we have here, poor little traveler trying to eek the strength to survive? Well well well, let little Imitidoras give you a hand. And with that the devilish lich put out his hand, fully intending to end this miserable creatures life.
The man, seeing the offering of help, also lifted his hand and then GRIPPED IMITIDORAS WRIST WITH A DEATH GRIP. The lich squeaked out a scream of surpise as he watched the dying man stand up, cast off the burnt flesh that was so coyly taped to him and stand up to reveal what he truly was, a Heucuva. With a dry laugh, the undead creature RIPPED OFF IMITIDORAS ARM AND SCREAMED TO THEKY S, BLOODY
BLOODY LIMB IN HAND.
What he actually screamed, Imitidoras could not say, because he was too busy lying on the ground, holding the stump that once held in place his arm. The last thing he remembered was Serpiente clanking up and intoning in his monotone amplifier, THREAT IDENTIFIED: ZERATUL.
And with that terrifying image, he went unconscious.
