Jerek slammed his foot down on the gas as the doors shut, and sped off. There were still more cultists following. I looked back. "Are you sure you can't go any faster?!" I yelled to him. He grinned, and suddenly, the car lurched forward even faster. The side of my upper jaw made contact with the back of my seat. "Ow!" I said, rubbing my muzzle. I looked back up, and we brust out into the dawn.
Damien Heartwood:
The halved corpse of Damien Heartwood lay next to the altar. Slowly, jerkily, the upper half rose grotesquely. "Are... you free... master....?" He asked, his voice even slower and quieter then before.
"No." Said the voice from everywhere.
"Then... I have failed..." Said Damien Heartwood.
"Yes, but we still have use for you." Said the voice from everywhere.
"You... do?" Said Damien Heartwood.
"Yes. Now return to us, Damien Heartwood, return to us..." Said the voice from everywhere.
There seemed to be a flow of energy, a darkness, to Damien's body. He looked down at it. "Yessss... return to me..." He stood straight, and grasped his scythe, pulling his hood over his muzzle. "This time... I will not fail...."
OOC: Un dun duuuuun!