Aggression!

The piece of soul of an old general swam in an endless pool of ecstacy.

Several conditions had lined up perfectly for him without his knowledge, allowing for him to attain and take control of Skullius' cosmetic body!

Another opportunity to relish in the sensation of livelihood!

This body he had attained however, was unusual, but he could care less for such trivialities.

Just a few seconds ago, he had been trapped by the WILL of this unnatural existence that had somehow bonded a piece of his soul to its own, shutting him off from the body's senses and experience.

Being shut off for him was akin to being trapped in a dark room where nothing from the outside could penetrate.

It was void of any and all forms of information, making it a space where one could easily go insane.

Tragic it was.

And yet, the WILL of the unnatural existence he was tied to, the one whose soul he was patching up like an organic stitch, vanished.