The dirty gloomy streets only lit up by dim lanterns which they themselves are in such a terrible state that one would only find them in a salvage yard. His horse's hooves click with each step against the ruined cobblestone path. As Isaac expected, here lay the largest freaks, rejects of life, but even they move out of his way. He keeps his head low, concealing his face, but the people, through years of experience know who not to mess with and a strange wearing even stranger clothes riding a horse that is as pale as death itself is one. One step at a time and he finally reaches the town square where there appears to be some sort of ceremony going on, the townsfolk seem like religious fanatics more than anything. But not wanting to stick around he continues on forward. However be his intention to not seek out trouble, trouble does tend to find him. He looks towards the sound of the voice that called out to him, a ghoul looking man, deformed by disease and darkness. His left eye much larger than the right, mouth completely overgrown with tumors on the right side, making his entire right side of the face sag. He wears priests clothing, despite looking like a monster. 

Priest: Who are thee stranger? 

Isaac keeps his face concealed under the hat, turning towards them. 

Isaac: Just a traveler, ain't nothing more than that. 

Priest: Would you be kind to join us in expelling the evil from our town? 

Isaac: What kind of evil? 

Priest: A witch, she had cursed our very existence. 

At that moment a woman is brought out of the church, shackled, her feet drag across the ground. She is malnourished, worn out, tortured beyond belief. She doesn't even have the strength to look up, yet her and Isaac's eyes lock for a brief moment. 

Priest: Wait a minute, you ain't no innocent soul. You are a demon! A heathen. A helper of the witch, aren't you? 

Isaac finally looks up, a wicked smile spreading across his face as the priest doesn't appear too bothered. 

Isaac: I ain't know her. First time seeing that woman in my damn life. 

Isaac jumps down off of his horse, walking slowly towards the priest. He can feel that the curse, or power that he had been gifted, is taking a toll on him. Fear slowly had disappeared, guilt of killing completely gone. The townsfolk pull out their pitchforks and tools, stepping behind the priest. All of them look like monsters of different categories, afflicted by unknown disease, monstrosities that both eat and breath. 

Priest: Your words are glazed with lies heathen, heretic. You worship the dark ones, the devils and sinners. 

Isaac: I don't worship no one. 

Priest: See and hear folks, a snakes tongue, a trait of sinners. Dare to lie while looking you straight in the eye. One must ask, are they vile, delusional or misled. Their souls so wretched, so corrupted that their only savior is death. 

Isaac: You truly are braindead. Hear his words, tell me, what are the teachings of your religion. Is it tolerance, peace, love? 

Priest: Silence! Do not plant seed of doubt in the pure folk, heathen. They will not be swayed by your words. 

Isaac: Tell me, why wherever I go, I try to stay out of trouble, but trouble find me? 

Priest: What?

Isaac: I just want to travel these lands, but no, you ain't letting me do that in peace. Now, I don't mind killing, like at all, but it only creates more trouble for me. 

Priest: You don't have trouble taking life? How merciless are you, truly a work of a dark gods worshipers, a heretic. Do you hea...

Isaac: Well, you don't appear to mind taking life also? 

The priest slowly looks back, his face etched with frustration and disdain. 

Priest: How dare you interrupt me sinner!? I won...

Isaac: I don't care. I am just correcting you, nothing more. Now, you tell me, what did that woman do? 

Priest: Guards seize this sinner. 

A group of soldiers start to move forward. 

Isaac: I wouldn't do that if I valued your life.  

With his hands resting on the revolvers he gave a stern look to the guards. But they don't listen and all Isaac can do is sigh. Pulling out both revolvers he warns one more time. But they don't listen and continue forward, leaving him with no other choice but to start shooting. Shot after shot the folk scream and soldiers fall until the smoke clears and the soldiers lay dead, their blood flowing like a river across the cobbled path. 

Isaac: Look what you made me do! Your damn words carry power, yet you abuse it. Now, tell me what that woman did and if she did wrong, I will personally kill her. Deal? 

The priest and the people behind him stare in shock, trying to process what had just happened. The soldiers never stood a chance against Isaac, that was clear. 

Villager: She cursed our lands! 

Isaac: How? 

Villager: With dark magic.

Isaac: Why? 

Villager: I don't know, she is evil, that is why. 

Isaac: Alright. 

Isaac slowly begin to walk over to the 'witch', approaching her slowly, the people don't dare to make a move. The men that were around her take a few steps back, leaving her to the hands of Isaac intentions. He kneels down, picking up her head by the hair, making her look at him. 

Isaac: Tell me, why did you do it? 

Witch: T-They deserved it. 

She spoke with a weak tone, barely audible. 

Isaac: What do you mean? 

Witch: They are pure evil, monsters. So I turned them into what they are. 

A bright purple light glows behind him, as he turns around the people gasp, before him, he sees Nyx. 

Isaac: Nyx, what are you doing here? 

Nyx: Doing the right thing. You truly are hopeless with words. Honestly. 

She pushes Isaac to the side and places her hand on the witches head before a bright purple light shines. Nyx mumbles words quickly, undistinguishable. He is confused as to what she is actually doing, so are the other folk. After a minute or two Nyx let's go of the witches head and stands up. 

Nyx: Isaac. 

Isaac: Yes? 

Nyx: Kill them all. 

Isaac: I am sorry? 

Nyx: I said kill them all, if you need help I will help you, gladly. 

Isaac: Why would I do that? I need a reason. 

Nyx: They are all monsters. None of these people are innocent. From murder, to torture, rape, cannibalism and other horrific crimes. They probably had plans on killing you two. 

Nyx looks at the people, who clutch to their weapons, staring at her with disdain. Not of her looks, but the fact their true forms had been revealed. 

Nyx: Not even the kids are innocent sadly.  These people, they are monsters, they truly do deserve these forms. So that the passerby folk know not to step foot in this town otherwise it would be the last thing they did. 

Isaac looks back, gripping his revolvers tightly. 

Nyx: Their crimes so dark that even the purest of soot from a fireplace could not compare, their souls, unredeemable. 

Isaac smiles like a psycho as he looks at the people. Then, like a surge of power, something courses through his body. Crows start to swarm up above, cawk, the noise frightening not only the locals but Nyx herself. As she looks back at Isaac, his pupils turned blood red, glowing dim, a mist gathering across the floor, as thick as water. She spots a figure standing behind him, her eyes locking onto it's, a chill sent through her entire body. It disappears soon after, like a smoke entering his body. 

Isaac: Gladly. 

He begins to laugh, walking towards the crowd as he starts to shoot. Killing people one by one. Finally they manage to recover and charge at him. Isaac against a hundred or more. He shoots and shoots and even when in close combat he weaves in and out, shooting. Bodies fall one by one, twisting their necks, using their weapons against them. What Nyx sees is not Isaac she knows, but what disturbs her more is not the sight of him killing the people, but the blood of his victims collecting above his head in a ball. It pulses, sending out a shockwave of sorts that she could feel. However, it was not a normal shockwave, she felt it mock her, anger swelling up in her. However, thankfully she calmed down but watched as villagers started coming out of nowhere, charging towards him. All she could hear is the distinct sound of gunfire, screaming and laughing. The ball had slowly started to change shape. It started to build what would best be described as a halo made of thorns atop Isaacs head and from his back, like a tree branch two wings. Only the bones of it, not made of bone but pure darkness. However, it seemed it wasn't material as it simply passed through the people. However, the more he killed the more feathers started appearing, slowly filling the wings. Above her, the sky was completely covered in crows. The people seems to be in a state of constant aggression towards him, not caring about their lives. They die and die, their numbers grow thin. Rain begins to fall as silence soon follows, Isaac stands, surrounded by bodies. A pair of wings on his back, a thorny wine halo floating above his head. He looks at the only person alive, the priest who stands in shock. 

Isaac: Hahahaha, are you scared little one? Where is your god now? Where is your righteousness now? 

The priest stumbles back and falls on his back, attempting to crawl away, incapable of taking his eyes off of Isaac. The priest watches as Isaac slowly walks over to him, smoke rising up from the barrels. 

Isaac: I ain't stupid. Thing ain't what they usually are, more often than not, deception is at play. Look what you did, caused the death of hundreds. Their bodies, their sinful souls are on your hands. I am all too happy to send you to the ground. 

The priest watches down the barrel, pointed at his head. He shakes, tears streaming down his horrendous face. And all he can look up at is two red eyes, staring right into his shallow soul. Then, with the pull of the trigger his head is pierced, going limp. Isaac dumps both cylinders into the priests body before turning around and heading towards Nyx and the witch. But halfway he feels a sudden surge of pain, falling to the ground. The wings disappear and so does the halo as the blood and darkness completely consume him. However, it lasts only for a couple moments before it disappears. His skin, it rejuvenated, smooth like the one he had before. Still pale, but he had changed. He is no longer a ghoul, a living corpse. His eyes glow a amber, no longer skin and bone, shape had returned to his usually thin complexion. He had become much more appealing that usual, mostly because he doesn't look like a corpse, but a vampire one might think. He walks back to the two, holstering both of his guns. 

Isaac: Damn that felt nice. 

Nyx: What happened to you? 

Isaac: I don't know. All I know I was in a state of euphoria when I was killing them. But this, I have no idea. Though, you must admit, much prettier now than I was before. Haha.

Nyx doesn't know if she should be relieve or scared. Scared of the being she saw, or relieved that he is back. To see an undead gain rejuvenated skin is nearly unheard of, well nearly, only the most powerful can have it brought back through powerful magic. Whatever he thought his gift was, it isn't a curse, that is for sure. Whatever god blessed him is strange, not only through the things called guns but by the fact that it works in such mysterious ways. 

Isaac: I think we should head on out of here. You staying? 

Nyx: What? 

Isaac: I mean, you staying in this realm or you heading back? 

Nyx: I should go, but I don't want to. I will stick around for a little longer, but we need to get out of here and we are bringing her with us. 

Nyx: Alright, help me get her on the horse then we ride on forward.