Infinite Devil Machine

Prologue

Excruciating, mind numbing, all encompassing pain. Blistering heat, hypothermic cold, electrifying shocks, a unique maelstrom of sadistic sensation. Hazy memories fogged by pain and sensation, and then, a brief glint of metal. A needle, one that contained both salvation and damnation, or damnation and then salvation. The pain begins to subside as an everlasting ruin flows through the body, rejuvenating and restoring the damage done by wickedness unfurled. Bones crack and mend back into place, blood coagulates and begins to mutate, and digits curl. Upon awakening, footsteps echo in the distance, the scent of fresh blood wafting tantalizingly through nostrils, and teeth grow jagged. Energy wells up inside the body as the hybrid rises and gives in to their most primal instinct; the need to hunt. Minutes later, jagged incisors find purchase on the scruff of the neck, halting the escape of the prey and ending this momentary pursuit of the hunter and the hunted. As teeth sink deeper, life begins to ebb away slowly but surely, but then, movement! The hunt begins again as the prey manages to shake loose and crawls away pathetically, knowing the pale horseman comes swiftly. One last pounce, a scream, and then nothing. The aroma of freshly burnt flesh flows through the now desolate area, the satisfaction of a perfect kill tinging the air, only to be short lived as the haze returns, the body overloads, and then nothing.