My mind was a jumble of thoughts both my own and those of another being.  That other being was no more and I was not sorry for him.  Sage had been a stocky redhead who lead a rough and tumble life working construction and living alone. He was rather like the Trace Atkins song he liked "cold beer, hot wings, Wrangler skoal ring, get just what you see."  Me on the other hand, I was around at the dawn of Creation and knew the love and hatred of the creator and for my crimes had been tossed into the roughest prison the world had ever known.  I had been tossed into the Pit or hell as most would call it and had suffered for untold ages. It was all because I cared too much about humans.  But then I escaped and Yglloa the Craftier of Musculature was free on the face of the earth once more.<br/><br/>The problem was even after untold ages prisons crafted by the Almighty had power.  And that power even when cracked sought to suck me back to the Pit and eternal damnation.  Yet again I needed the aid of humans and at about that time Sage was in a drunken bar fight.  A beer bottle across the forehead turned his lights out and loosened the hold of his soul on his bones.  From there it was not hard for me to dislodge him and send him spinning unmourned into oblivion.  And then I opened my ancient eyes on Sage's attackers and sent them screaming after him their raw belief and fear served to give me my initial boost of power to begin reestablishing myself.<br/><br/>I had easily slid into Sage's life going through the motions that nothing had changed, but everything had in fact changed.  Now I was Faith starved and I did not seek the equivalent of Infernal fast food. I needed followers, worshipers, servants, but those took cultivation and nurturing.  I sought those who needed something and were willing to make a deal with ageless powers of Creation in order to get it. The price was cheap really just their soul but when done correctly my new chosen would not realize that until it was too late.<br/><br/>To that end I sat at the end of the bar in a run down dive and sipped a watered down draft beer.  Sage was no longer the same and I got a wide berth as the mortal herd around me sense my age and power on a primitive level.  That was fine with me as I wanted to watch first like any wise hunter would. I slowly lifted my beer to my lips and sipped and let my gaze shift over the mortal herd and waited for one to offer up the signals that they were weak and receptive to the approach of another king of predator.  God and the host were gone and that just left me and my brethren and I for one planned on making sure to make the most of my last and best chance to carve out my place in Creation.