Morbus Pācis: Prologue



Metus

Metus found humans despicable. All they wanted was petty little things which would leave them eventually. They were all the same in the end. Even the ones which claimed to be “good”. He supposed that was partially why he joined Iungere Populōs in Turbā, or The Rebels as some demons preferred to address them informally. Soon enough those measly repressed memories wouldn't bother him any more.

The whole concept of the war was rather simple. Kill the demons which aren't on your side and don't die in the process. There was also the whole “strategic part” which he didn't pay much attention to, and neither did most demons. They didn't have any time to think; their train of thought was basically possess, kill, possess, kill.

That was precisely why he had come to the surface. He had found word that a group of demons in the rival group had decided to take hosts. These happened to be rather powerful demons, demons which weren't on his side. As one might expect, this was a rather major problem. He wasn't supposed to be attacking them but he wasn't one for rules, and he decided that the word should at least have been confirmed before any more of the rebels ended up dying.

His usual host was called by the name Todd Williams. He only really knew because the man seemed quite self-absorbed and he, admittedly, had a strong will. It was quite refreshing to be on the Earth after being cramped up in Hell for so long, even if he didn't currently have a host. Getting tortured every day for thousands of years really wasn't very pleasing even with his hate for humans.

From what he knew he was in some woods in Wisconsin, and this time his usual host decided to make it harder to be found. So he might have decided to consult one of those hunters, but Metus really doubted that. Todd Williams wasn't exactly smart.

He took the host of some middle-aged human male who had been organizing some sort of get together with his family; Metus was thrilled to ruin the plans. His host wasn't ideal but he would have to do for the time being.

He was recollecting where the rival demons had decided to stay when he heard something that sounded like laughter. He turned around and began to walk towards the noise and found five teenagers huddled around a campfire. They were talking animatedly about something he could care less about, and a smile started to creep on his face. Someone fit and in good condition which make a much better host for the time being.