As if any other option could come to mind.

Anger... I remember when I first felt this emotion, back in Saltmoore. That was nothing compared to the full body searing that coursed through my veins as I made my way slowly down the path towards the temple; checking to make sure my target was still within each few steps. My hands shook, my feet cracked the paved walkways, and my tail was acting like a scythe; carving the air angrily. I hadn't even registered what the others were doing, wether it was asking me what's wrong, or staying on that bench. Neither mattered, only my burning need inflict the embrassment and pain I had been **** to feel on another. This "High Succubus." She had taken away my catharsis. She had taken advantage of me. She had taken advantaged of Prissy.

And she will soon take her last breath.

Finally, I reach the docks, only to be stopped by three men in Maiyo Priest robes quickly fleeing from the direction of the temple; yet, I sensed previously unknown malice in their heartbeat.

"Halt. Where is your handler, beast?" Asks the leftmost one; a covering of his ill intent with false bigotry; his heart sings this too me as my own pounds in my ear.

I answer in a way fitting for my state of mind, by swinging the blunt side of my hook upward into the rightmost man's jaw, sending him flying as blood spews from his shattered mouth.

"He's found us out!" Screams the middle man in a panic, confirming my suspicions; the Dark's tendrils had taken hold here long before our arrival.

Grasping my hook as to face it toward me, I fling the chain in a circle around the man's neck as he tries to flee. He snags, falling onto his back. I bring my booted foot high, then stomp onto the man's shoulder with inhuman strength; the sound of shattered bone filling the air. The last one, whose lie had failed utterly, began to yell.

"Guards! Guards!"

I pull my shortsword from its scabbard and stabbing forth in a single motion; into the left of Priest's gut, twisting it, and roughly pulling it rightward. His innards fall from him like a fresh fish as I flick off his blood, stomping past the false believers and towards the temple.

"Prehaps you ARE one of us."

Silence, or ****. Pick one.

"See! Now this is what I'm talking about! Power! Brutality!"

Step by step, each one fueling my anger even further into a blazing inferno. No man, woman, nor beast should feel this sort of rage; yet here I am, burning away. I reach the temple door.

I can't bloody these hallowed halls, can I; not without breaking my pact. Damn... she's in there. I feel it. She knows my pacts, too. I told her all about them... but, somethings off... I smell iron and sulphur.

"Halt! You are under arrest!" Cries an unfamiliar voice; that of a guardsman no doubt.

Rather than allow them to even try, I swing open the doors, entering the temple, only to be taken slightly aback. The inner working of the church were both aflame, and drenched in blood; as well as other fluids, each dripping from symbols splattered onto the wall. I even recognized one as the very Mark of Carnachias that lies dormant in Priscilla's eye. I charge in with renewed bloodthirsty vigor; after all, how can I defile something so thoroughly ruined already. The guard, or guards, behind me stop; mouths agape at what they see.

I check door after door, room after room, searching for the one who I longed to end. Finally, I reach a familiar door. The closet. Opening it, I see an burning, oozing, yellow portal; which warps and jiggles like gelatin.

"Come on in... the waters great. Hahahaha!" Says the voice of Her.

The Pretender!

The Liar!

Why did you hurt me, Lily!?

...

"Whose Lily?"

...

I don't know. This feeling of betrayal... being used. It made me think that name.

Shaking the thoughts before they **** me into another fit, I step into the Domain of the Grand Succubus, Halicarnassus.