Derg looked around and smelled. "Ah the smell of souls, it smells sweet, but I must resist thy urge and have my substitute" he reached into his robe and pulled a orb out that was swirling with a green mist and placed it onto the table and placed a hand on it and it started to glow and the mist on the inside swirled. The orb was filled with souls and it fed him, the souls were old and though he preferred fresh, it was the next best thing.