When the lights came up, when his handy work was to be admired, he stood there, drinking a beer with a grin on his face. Chaos around him, strapped with weapons weaknesses for all supernatural menaces. There were at least seven figures standing beside and behind him him. Two possessed and three reanimated corpses under his control and two more people under his obedience charm. He felt alive. He felt amazing actually. “Did I hurt your feelings?” he asked condescendingly. “Surprised it was me?” he wondered. “Well come at me, show me how much I hurt you,” he taunted. Vincent was in his element. He wanted it to be the bloodiest of battles that he’d ever experienced. He stood poised and ready.











