Changing Faces

[Reverend Del]

Floating alone in the cold of space, Syn pondered the emotions he was feeling. Fear it seemed, fear that this ship would be his tomb, fear that the gods had died and left him alone in a universe that despised him.

He had walked tall, feasting on whoever crossed his path, relishing in the delightful slaughter of innocents. He had lived with folks depraved as himself, all looking for a way to worship the gods. The gods had left, long ago and now it seemed all their power had gone too. Nothing worked, the engines were dead, the guns lifeless. The life support was barely functional as well. This ship might as well be made of stone for all the good it would do him.

He turned off everything about himself he would not need, motor functions, higher brain functions, everything except the ability to be roused should his ship ever encounter another living soul. One last thought entered his mind before he went under.

"Hunger."

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Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.