Chapter two. My p.o.v
I was feeling pretty up-beat about the battle, until I saw his horde of zombies. I'm doomed...
Then I had an idea. I created another mountain, using them to create somebody. A demon-ish person was standing next to me. Probably eighteen, he looked rather mischievous. Well, what would you expect from Tibalt, the feind-blooded?
"What should I do first?"
"Whatever you want."
He rubbed his hands together, laughed a evil laugh, then stared at me. All of a sudden,I felt this blow to my mind, as knowledge left me. Then, this pain came, followed by a feeling of joy as more knowledge re-entered me.
"A little present."
"What did you DO?"
"Made you smarter. After all, everything comes at a price..."
"HOLY #%+ that hurt! Jesus!"
"Hey, you told me anything I want!"
The vampires were still on their way.
Michael's p.o.v
"So, I see you brought a friend. How convenient. To bad he won't live long..." did I just say that to no one?
"Oh well. on with it." He created a insane asylum. or, as some would call it, a sanitarium. He then used the sanitarium and the swamp to create a bunch of zombies, former patients of the sanitarium. In fact, they were still wearing the straight-jackets from the asylum! Then, I sent them towards Envoy.