Vodka is thicker than Blood

Over time thing continue their ebb and flow. For many it seems rather odd, looking back on one portion of their lives only to be brought to the next wondering just where the time in between the two went. The answer tends to be, out the window. Mass events in ones life changing to another. Then another. Ultimately ending with the life of the individual. If that life does end. For a creature like Jack. Time slowed differently. There was no ebb and flow. Each day past was as long as the previous. Like a creature eternally staring at a wall of drying paint. A tick tick ticking of his base desires. Stuck in one place. Never moving forward. Perhaps that in itself was the curse of being longer lived. To see each day as dull as the last. Surprises becoming few. Sparse. Regardless, even as Jack contemplated the rather dull existence that he now found himself in. Jack couldn’t help but think that outside of his own little reality things were moving rather quickly. In such a short space of time already Iskra had went from powerless demoness to the ruler of a city. Albiet an incomplete city, but still. One coming along none the less. The world changed around him, but he himself. Was stuck. . A lingering whisper. The only true absolution. Was destruction. He folded his leg over. And thoughts persisted. Never top be banished, not be exorcised like some haunt or ghoul. And in the silence. He heard the beating of a heart. Like drums that called to war. The beating of the taint as it flourished within.

exp:303

Today was going to be his first day experimenting with the blood of the dragon that he had obtained during the battle against the creature. He had plenty of the stuff, having completely drained the dragons remains of all its blood. The heart well. He had other plans for that and would keep it safe for now. For his first experiment all he required was a drop. A tiny drip of the dragons blood combined with his own powers and a...test subject. There was a reason he had choosen to perform his blood magic research in that little plot of land that Iskra had afforded to him. It wasn’t because he particularly enjoyed the company of the demoness ( although she did provide that subtle sense of what other creatures would call fun). Rather it was the quality of the blood in humans. Demons had the taint in them and whilst this was useful on certain degrees he had all but exhausted the uses in blood magic for that. And then there was the problems of divercity among demons. Whilst each human was individually unique, each demon was even more so unique. Humans at least all looked human. They all shared that same connecting blood. Demons on the other hand. All they shared was the taint. The res was ultimately up to random chance. One could never get a good control on experiments with subjects like that. Humans gave him starting point on just how things would effect one particular species over another. And whilst the effect might not take as strongly with one human as opposed to another he at least knew the effect would be the same if not similar one he had control subjects. Today’s experiment was to be simple. To see just what would happen if he merged the blood of a human with the blood of a dragon. Of course this wasn’t going to be some basic insert the blood and see what happens method. Oh no. Jack was going to inject it, and then use his own magic over the sanguine substance to make it virulent. To forcefully fuse with the cells of the human.

EXP: 393

But before he got ahead of himself in anything like that. Jack first required his test subjects. And of course. That is why he liked the handiness of a little village of humans being very near this place. So Jack. Tossing his jacket onto a chair, rolling up his sleeves. Walked outside into the forest and moved towards the nearest population area that didn’t belong to Iskra. Jack walked out of the forest like a nightmare. He was going to take what he could grab and go. Doubting there would be much that would be able to stand against him. There were two ways he could have done this. Simply walking into the village, grabbing two humans by the hair and then dragging them back to his outpost. Doubtful even if there were any armed guards that they could have even drew blood from im before he turned their worthless hides into heaps of slimey bloody mush. Or...he could do it the more practical way. Out the back of one of the houses there was a tramp. A bottle of booze in hand, tattered and torn clothes his back laying against the wooden structure of a house. Jack approached the tramp and thought to himself that yes. This was the perfect way to get it done. Phasing into a sort of smoke like substance Jack moved into the tramps body. And fitted himself into the meat suit. The tramp was at first asleep. But upon feeling the distinctly evil presence of Jack moving into his body. He jerked awake. But it was barely enough to even open his eyes in panic before his soul was crushed by the sheer dominant power of the demons.
exp:308

With the tramps soul shoved into a tight little corner of the body. Jack fitted himself in nicely and assumed control of the human. With a stretch he stood, the muscles and bones of the old tramp were stiff. It was odd being in control of a human body. The last time he had possessed something it had been a spirit. And well. That was Iskra and therefore totally different. This felt slow. Sluggish. Stiff. Combined with the odd dizziness that he suspected came with the alco---hooll. Suddenly Jack found it very hard to focus. Just...what was he doing...again? He shook his head and then placed one foot in front of the other. And very nearly fell over There was an odd chuckling within his mind that at first he thought came from the tramp but then realised it was actually himself laughing at..himself. It was an odd feeling being drunk and not one that he had really experienced before. Whilst poisons were effective against spirits he had never actually had any issues with alcohol on his body. Then again that was in his spirit body. And this was a human one. And oh how odd it felt. It took a bit of breathing and self calming before he managed to gain much footing in his environment.
exp:241

As one can imagine the sheer oddity of being in someone elses body is only enhanced by that body belonging to a drunken homeless man. With Iskra it had been strange hearing the voices of all those that she had devoured, that itself had laid some credence to his research and hadn’t felt as odd simply because Iskra was a spirit. Whatever there was about the possession process it brought two souls together very closely. With iskra. It had been close enough that she was able to see the door. Able to see the corridor. And able to hear the man behind the door. And unfortunately the same situation had cropped up. As Jack stumbled towards the village in the guise of the drunken hobo, regretting his decision to be subtle. hey hey hey hey...whatz....where I am...whatsh this door?”. The sound of a knocking inside his head caused him to bring a hand to his temple almost causing him to lose balance and fall over. Then the voice of the man behind the door. [i] hehehehe...I like this guy . Jack stumbled out over the bushes and out into the village. There was a cry of surprise as he almost bumped into a woman. Collapsing on his face in front of everyone. There was a kick to his side, a pain, albeit dulled by the alcohol shot through him. “ Get up ya damned drunk”. . Then once again from the man behind the door. Can we keep him? I want to keep him, I’ll call him George. The Hobo sounding out from within his head. Hey! That is ma name. The sound of laughter. Head was beginning to hurt. Mild drunken anger. He turned to face the guardsman who had kicked him...ooo. Bad move.

exp:324

He faced the guardsman, the hobo face but the red eyes of a pride demon. However by the look of the guard he wasn’t scared at all. “ Holy hell buddy look at those eyes. Just where did you get the items to trade for that much booze?”. Jack blinded taking a few seconds to fully understand just what the human was saying. He thought that the red eyes of a pride demon were just the glazed over irritated red eyes of a drunken lout. With more muttering between the hobo and the man behind the door Jack knew he had to get out o this body as quickly as possible. It wasn’t just the idea that he hated the noise of the mutterings between the drunk and the mad man. But the general feeling of this....dizziness. Was driving him off the rocker. Diving upwards and yelling bouts of his own incomprehensible gibberish. Jack dashed forward and grasped two women by the hair dragging them into the bushes. Yells of surprise, fear and “ oh my god did you see that?!”. Following him. But he kept running trying not to think about the drunken stupor that he was currently in. As he moved towards his outpost, the sounds of people following him began to get closer. He saw one of the fear scouts, they were about to raise the alarm on him till they saw the red eyes. Giving him a brief nod as he tossed both the women into cages. Slammed the doors shut. And then stalked back into the outpost, didn’t take long however before he was on his knees spewing....

exp:289

He spent some time on that floor contemplating on jus why the hell humans would bother drinking alcohol if it got them into a state like this. It was a very emotional time in which the hobo inside him started crying his head off listing his past experiences and explaining the true escapism behind his motives and drinking. The man with yellow eyes simply saying there there georgie. Over and over again. The verbal equivalent of patting him on the back. But Jack was quiet. Trying to keep the sick down mostly. Until finally when he was feeling better. Jack managed to flee the body. Thats right. Flee. The possession of a drunken hobo was not one he was going to be repeating any time soon. The hobo began to come to. And Jack tossed him in a cage as well. Plopping open his research book and writing down notes about the subjects he had acquired today for research and experimentation. He kept looking over at each, writing down their physical features, size weight, Hair colour. After all these distinguishing features could have some effect on just how the blood would react in their system. It was much the same with demons, but he imagined that the effects would be far more dramatic. They were screaming, Asking just what he was going to do with them. Jack opened up one of the cages and dragged one of the women out, laying her down on a table before draining her pride. Causing her to fall still. There was a bitter taste to this. The pride of a...mother? Interesting. He’d have to note that down as well.

“ Oh its simple...you and I my dear are about to embark on a wonderful adventure”. He took a vial of the dragon blood. And dripped a small amount onto her stomach. Then placed his hand over it...she screamed. He laughed. As it sunk into her skin.
exp:358

Total EXP: 2216
Total PWC ( researcher): 2198
Items: 9 very common items ( Jars of human blood)

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