Revival

[Victor Wolfe]

"Dead again?" Victor thought to himself from within his ghostly state , it felt like it had been a long time , but after so many attempts to serve his lords well it had once again ended in failure , slayed before he could even take a step from the gate by some kind of super prime. His moral had been all but crushed , "if there are primes like that walking around here ready to destroy anyone in their way without a second thought why even bother coming back at all?" he continued to ponder. It was clear to him that the smiling one wanted to enjoy watching him suffer even more, after all he was not erased from existence yet, but a part of him did humour at the idea of just sitting around for eternity not giving that childish deity the satisfaction. 
 
One thing prevented this eternal rest however, a rage bubbling in his gut. Every time he tried to sit still and enjoy his everlasting rest he was reminded of how much he still had to do, how many people got in his way, and how much fun it would be to put them in their place. The memories of the foes that had fell to his cunning came rushing back as a feeling of pure joy. Their faces contorted in agony as they turned to ash in front of his eyes, he remembered the one time an opponent had realized his mistake and surrendered, the look of defeat in his eyes almost bringing a happy tear to Victors eye. And if he just gave up he would never get to feel that again, and without Gilgamesh around for now he could afford to take a vacation and have some real fun. All of that anger could be put to better use than sitting around after all.
 
It was about time that he stopped licking his wounds and got back to the good old days, just him, his daggers and some unfortunate victims. He thought about where the best area to hunt for targets would be , the deeps had storm troopers , although there would be more than in the dunes and with how well trained they could be he may have been biting off more than he could chew. He had no real problem with the knights or mages in Camelot so that was off the list too. And he could not be certain that the dunes would be safe for him to visit any time soon, at least until his lord returned and brought vengeance and plague upon the house of that pink jump suited freak. And maybe he could find that demon again and destroy him, after all had he not been so badly hurt from those previous two engagements that may have went very different 
 
An idea came to him , he had not visited the moors yet and from the institutes reports it seemed like it had a plentiful population of undead , slow moving but able to take plenty of punishment. "Perfect “he laughed maniacally "looks like the undead are not the only thing that will be hunting in the moors" after all he did have a huge amount of undead related stress to work off and it was unlikely that anyone would care that he decided to take a few of them out. Setting of he headed towards the gate rushing past the nexus, after all it had been where he had once again been plunged into death's cold embrace and he was not too keen on the idea of staying there with his actual body. Staying in his death shroud he reached the portal and for the first time in what felt like an age, passed through. Hungry for the simple things in life, a fun vacation, a new adventure, and a large body count.