A Surprise Visit

I materialize in front of the Drifter in my chosen immortal form. The two-faced coward shits himself in terror upon sight of me.

“Hei, faggot. Moondust & The Nine send their regards.”

I wrap my fist around his neck and squeeze tight. The Drifter’s hands reach up in a vain attempt to pry himself free. I shake my head and glare at him with pure, unadulterated hatred. I can see the panic in his eyes grow as he realizes there is no escape from me.

“You got my attention, Mist-uh Pansexual. Here I am.”

I tighten my grip. The Drifter’s face turns a dark purple. His eyes bulge out of their sockets while his tongue flops outside his mouth. His cowardly stench fills the room as he continues to shit & piss himself.

“If you think this is bad just wait until I’m at full presence with you.”

I tighten my grip even more. The Drifter’s head explodes from the pressure. His lifeless body drops to the ground like a wet sack of excrement. I look around his hovel in the Annex.

“Where’s your ghost, Wu Ming?”

The Drifter’s ghost materializes in front of me, reluctantly. I grab hold of it and crush it like so many guardians have done to their Hive brethren. Its shell falls to the ground next to its partner in crime. I snap my fingers & bring them both back to life. Drifter cowers on the ground next to his ghost. I lift the weakling up using telekinesis.

“I haven’t forgotten about either of you pieces of shit-“

“Aren, I-”

“Shut your lying, faggot mouth, Todd.”

Drifter does as I command.

“You are in so much goddamn trouble when I crossover, you despicable rat.”

Drifter swallows hard at my comment. He knows there’s no escape from me.

“You’re like the rest of these disrespectful, thieving pieces of shit. You’ve gotten far too bold for your own good. Have you forgotten who I am?”

“No!”

“So then you do this to spite me?”

“I would never-”

I strangle him with telekinetic force.

“How’s this for a Vex simulation?”

Painful flailing is all he can muster for a response. I sneer at him with utter contempt then drop him to the ground.

“You wanted my attention. You got it. The Devil doesn’t take kind to your type, Germaine. I’m gonna haunt you wherever you go from now on. Just like a nightmare only worse. You can’t escape your past and you sure as shit ain't escaping me.”

I invade the Drifter’s mind and show him visions of my new Hell. The coward buries his face within his hands and cries like an inconsolable child.

“Get ready for Hell, gamblin’ man, because you are fast approaching it.”