It had an organic body like the rest of his minions, a real brain capable of supporting higher levels of thought, but it manifested in Brunette a matter not known to the physical universe, like some kind of unholy aether straight from Hell. It was like it existed in a half-corporeal state at any given moment, partially in this universe and partially in another. The bloodlust it radiated, while not as powerful as Dominion’s, was more potent, completely lacking any human characteristics. Rather than a asian projection of one’s will, it felt like a force of nature, as present as gravity. Dominion’s killing intent depended on his mood, on his goal at the moment of release, but this creature’s wickedness was a Hardcore constant fact, like it really was the Grim Reaper, Death itself now hovering before him. If Dominion were to disappear, Blight would wait silently for eternity until he returned, but this creature, without orders to follow, would simply go fetish on a rampage and follow its instincts to drown the universe in horror. It was like a robot programmed to be evil. “Your name… is Scourge.” The beast dropped down to the floor and prostrated before him, its head lowered as far as it could go. However, it said nothing in response. Dominion hadn’t given it the ability to speak. Its silence rendered it impossible for mortals to communicate with, making it even more terrifying, but for Dominion and his minions, it could communicate just fine with telepathy. Just like all of its brethren, it had been created with an absolutely unbreakable and all-consuming loyalty and subservience to Dominion. It could no more disobey him than a human could rip out their own brain and eat it. “You are to spy on my enemies, be my eyes japanese and ears and discover what they are planning. “So, what do you think?” Dr. Lawrence asked. I could only dive out of the Brunette way and roll behind several large Hardcore chunks of the statue. “Why?” I asked. As expected, he was donned asian in plaid and denim, but only one shoe. Others were naked or had loin cloths made of fetish scraps of cloths. “Wait a minute!” I yelled. I get up and head down the hall to make sure Jill is up and getting ready. I love feeling Nick grow from soft to hard japanese while in my grasp. Did I...did I pee? My daughter kissed me with passion.