Vulkin was a loyal follower of the great god Osiris, he doesn’t remember when or how was it that the great God gave him his life back, but one thing is for sure, he was ready to give it all for him, it’s weird, in his mind his only and most important thought is to do his bidding for ever, I doesn’t matter if his body breaks, if he disappears forever, because the great god will always reward him, he already brought him back once, he’s the giver of life, the one who controls death, the only God in this land, and we are all here to worship him.

Vulking lived his new life as a great warrior, even if his body was covered in ancient bandages, you could still perceive his strong bulky body, his teeth were already rotten, and a long dark tunic covered his whole body. He traveled on a big ferocious lizard, it looked like a crocodile, but with longer legs, actually this was one of the basic mounts of the followers of the great God.

Today, his mission is to go out and look for worthy people, that can become followers of the great God, he must find them, fight with them, and killed them, if they were strong, he took their bodies inside the great crocodile, if not, they were left there to rot, and become part of the desert, because no weakling will be allowed to follow our great god.

I’ve already delivered 9 bodies to my God, and I’m looking for just one more, one more and he will give me my first flagellum, this weapon is a copy of the one that our great god uses, and even if it doesn’t even have a fraction of the power that the real one has, it’s still a great honor to carry one, and it’s a great weapon.

It’s been several days since the last unworthy soul, and I just been wandering through the dessert, then, I manage to see far away traces of a city, it looks really small, but I keep walking, now with a clear goal, as soon as I get close, I notice that it’s really small, and it’s called Kiryat Mal'aji, I hope that there is at least one warrior worthy of following my God.

As Vulking was getting closer, his fists yearn for blood, and the jaws of his lizard were already tasting the flesh being tear between his teeth.

He decided to get into the city by a small opening, it looked like a sewer, but not now, it’s still early, so he decided to wait, until the veil of darkness could hide him, and after a brief pause, that felt forever, the moon was in the sky, and he adventured inside that flock of sheep, there was no one out, everyone was sleeping, and as he passed through those alleys, he felt this city even smaller, more like a village, but here he was, emanating his warrior aura, so that any warrior worthy would feel it, and go out to confront him.

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Unfortunately, no one appeared.

This made him mad; it’s been so long since the last soul that he gave to his lord.

He didn’t know how, but he kept wandering around, until he soon arrived at the city’s doors. There, standing in front of those doors, his death heart finally beat again for something, his fighting spirit started burning, there, in those doors, two old men in their gray tunics, with crooks on their hands opened their eyes, and found him.

Those two old men, took their hoods off, and their eyes were white, like full of light, and as they took a step at front, they said “prepare yourself demon, today you will be exorcised, here in this land our only true God of man, repudiates you and command you to go back to hell where you belong”

There, in that precise moment I realized that those two old men were followers of a pagan false god that lives in Jerusalem.

These men called themselves Apostles.

Without hesitation, those two man at the same time, raised their crooked sticks and started chanting “As once you liberated your people from oppression, we ask you lord to lend us the power of the twelve plagues to finish this demon, that plagues on our land” then as soon as they finished their chant, a bright light appeared at the top of their crooked sticks, and as if a portal had open, from one of the lights an army of poisonous fill with pustules frogs came out, each one of them the size of a human hand, so small, but they looked so dangerous. And from the other light, a noisy cloud came out, wait, that wasn’t a cloud, it was a bunch of hungry locusts charging directly to me, and ready to eat till the last bone disappears.

Vulking couldn’t stay still and wait for his death at the hands of an inferior being, and make them proud for the death of this great warrior, so he put his hand on the head of his creature and chanted “ Ho great God of Death, judge of souls, and giver of life, allow me to fill you with glory” In that precise moment, his lizard started melting, until a small puddle of water was left, then this water started moving, all around Vulkin, enveloping him completely in a cocoon, and from this cocoon something different came out, he had three times more muscles, a tail grow in his back, its face became the same as the one his mount had, filled with sharp curved fangs, ready to butcher anything that gets near them, and all of him became covered in an armor of scales. He roars like a hungry beast, and pounce right through the two apostles, as he was getting closer, his feet stomped on any frog that got near him dyeing his footprints in blood and poisoned pus, with his scales the poison was a thing to laugh about, and his muzzle butchered every locust that he could bite, and those that managed to escape that shredder could not escape the two enormous brick like fists.

So that way, he was getting closer to the apostles, really fast.

Then the apostles mad because the plagues weren’t having the desired effect yelled at Vulkin; ”how do you dear resist the punishment of our great lord, we will make you repent your sins”