Crimson eyes, twisting face, inhumanly sharp nails. "Undead Hookdick" bared his teeth randomly while yelling incomprehensible noises like a drunken madman.
Several possessed mortals who had not left yet were torn to pieces by a claw-swipe. When bathed in fresh blood, Hookdick's corrupted soul grew even more hysterical.
While laughing maniacally, he suddenly heard someone's voice coming from above him and jerked his head up to look.
There was a man up there. He didn't know who that was, but something inside him was urging him to sink his claws into that man's throat as if it were the only reason for his very existence.
And Hookdick had no problem following that instinct since he no longer had the sanity to control his actions.
"DIE!!!" The ground beneath him cracked up as he bolted into the sky.
While going after Angor's position, his claws aimlessly swiped at the air, which caused more of his black aura to dissipate into the environment.