The shard of Oblonox was drawn to the place by the sweet smell of death and blood. Quietly he hovered above the bright-eyed killer of the faithless. This man had no guilt or remorse. He truly believed he was saving their souls. He would be a perfect vessel. The small piece of the demon slid in and made its self at home. It felt unsure at first walking in this skin of dreams. Once, only once did Eomer's conscious mind resist as it encountered the other. "Who are you?" To him a soft but firm voice replied. "I am that I am. Your God You are doing my work, this pleases me, continue to do so and...