-Bad Moon (AU)-
He's the sweeper that never stopped sweeping, but nowadays the world just seems like so much shifting dust under his feet. The moment Creed took Saya, he stole all the life out of the world. Seconds later, the Black Cat's bullet stole all the life out of Creed.
He left Chronos, the taste of revenge sour in his mouth and a trail of blood in his wake. Nothing satisfied him. His food became ash on his tongue; the drink, tar. Even cool, fresh milk failed to soothe him.
A bad moon rose, that night. It has not left him since.