Update Jun 11, 2017.

Right, I'm done teasing people with sneak peaks and the like. I haven't touched the rewrite since I originally posted this update. For that, I am sorry. That is why I am putting this story up for adoption. Whomever take over, you can start from scratch, take it right where I left off, or whatever floats your boat. I'm not doing my part for this story, so I'm passing the torch. Write the story I never could.

The man was definitely creepy. He was really pale and thin with long limbs; with hair like a wet mop. His cloths were also outlandish considering they were almost all white and looked vaguely like priest robs. Normally this sort of appearance would be considered frightening but the guys eyes told differently. He was leering at Danny with a look of a cat that just found a helpless mouse; fascination mixed with hunger. He smiled slimily and his voice made shivers run down Danny's spine, "Quit impressive, defeating an Ogre. Such an act defiantly makes you worthy of potentially being the Vessel."

"Vessel?" Danny asked turning to fully face the unknown person.

"Why the Vessel of our Savior!" the weirdo almost laughed. "Lord Phantom shalt return to us and take the worthy to salvation! And you young man show promise of being the vessel of his essence."

Ah, that would explain a lot. The weirdo was part of the Phantom Cult, which was not a good thing. The entire group was known for being crazy, and dangerous enough to be banned from Main Cities, despite the fact they always seem to find a way in to spread their message. "I don't think I'm anything like that." Danny started trying to not have to fight the crazy. "Right now I just want to get out of here so..."

"I'm afraid you misunderstood me." The wacko interrupted. " As a Priest, I must check to see if you're the vessel. And if not the Vessel than you will be indoctrinated into the Faith." Without another word the Cultist Priest lunged forward faster than expected, arm extended in an attempt to grab Danny. Danny for his part moved with out thinking, his left hand came up intercepting the Priest's outstretched hand forcing it astray. Then with a small step forward planted his right fist into the mans side.

The Priest quickly backed away clutching his side, and before he could retaliate Danny drove his heel into his stomach, knocking him off of his feet and back a couple of feet. Coughing the Priest slowly regained his feet Danny Kept his distance and said "Last warning, try that again and you will regret it. Leave."

The Priest stopped coughing long enough to reply "You are certainly strong." He straitened revealing a syringe filled with some odd green liquid. "Yet through our faith, we have found way's to emulate the power of our Lord." The Priest plunged the needle into his arm, injecting himself with the mysterious substance. Almost immediately his skin became even paler and his veins became visible and turned black. Taking a deep breath the Cultist Priest smiled malevolently "Let me show you."