It had been a bumpy road to say the least as the Shinra transport had encountered the enemy.  Corpses going under and even Gever unloading his considerable firepower from the side.  All the while Nergal, the company dark knight and a willing spiller of his worlds secrets to them, he was quite a pickup for them when he asked to join.  They were all ways happy to get more knowledge from other worlds and Nergal not only brought it, but other artifacts from his world as well.

He came from a dark world that long ago was ruled by the oppressive gods of light and their champions.  It was his order that found and freed the dying old gods from their shackles and entered into the pacts with them.  Though they were to die their will would live on with the dark pacts made with his order.  Taking the fallen gods bodies and making them into weapons and inheriting ways of summoning up the horrors that survived the wars long ago.

That was the ritual he has been preparing the whole time in a separate chamber all to himself in the convoy.  The room in almost complete darkness as he rips open a gateway to allow it to pass over.  The whole time he could feel what was going on outside and even Satori telling him to take point, but even she knew his work was delicate and having to compensate for the rough ride was hard enough.  He would take point soon enough, when he had done all that was required.  Spilling his own blood into the circles pool mixed with the black blood of a long dead old god and using his runes in a certain combination to channel the calling towards him.  

Usually with such a summoning the summoner has to implore the monstrosity for it's help and subdue it, but nergal found this one was ready and itching for the fight as he and his old dark lord master loathed the undead.  It however didn't like the current state in which nergal was in being a minor lich himself so as soon as the ritual was done and the doorway opened the first midnight blue pincer claw erupted out of the circle as big as nergal himself he knew it was time to evacuate the chamber.

Finally opening the door to the pitch black room the dark knight in his full battle black armor save for his helmet which rests in his left hand he watches with the darkness around them.  The Pater's trick didn't effect him before as he was secluded in the room, but now he could concentrate on where it was as well as the others.  Emerging out the back hatch of the land vessel he stands looking towards where Satori and the others are fighting the Pater.  Nergal takes his right hand to help twist his head and neck until the bones give a reliving popping sound.  Since recovering from the fight with the horror his neck just hasn't felt right.  Resisting the urge to go help the others with the pater, he simply slides his black helmet on as it connects to the rest of his armors system.  Once connected he reaches for the handle on his blood drinker sword, the thin great sword with grooves along its blade slides from his back to his right hand as he moves to the top of the caravan and walks its top to the front of the drivers cab.

"Keep going towards the target, no stops unless myself or Satori tells you directly! "  He yells down to the driver just in case there was more incidents with foolish women coming up to them.  He was familer with cults worshiping death gods and in his thoughts he wonders if this world is a slight variation from his own that went a different path.  

His gauntlets open the valve inside of them to let his blood inject into the swords handle and then fill in the grooves of the blade.  He was ready for anything else that came their way and wondered if any of these things had blood left in them.  The black helmet covered up the smile on his face as the same pincer claw from the circle before erupts from the metal top of the vehicle cleaving it open like a hot knife through margarine.  Peeling itself from the tight metal frame the second claw pushes the side open to reveal its crustacean-like face and four "wings" on its back that look like lobster legs but only serrated.  Its large body pushing itself out of the small summoning portal as if it was being born.  Its body seems to be a mixture of a hard shell and fleshy sections and the midnight blue color of its entire body is only separated from the black ooze that covers it much like a mothers blood over its child.  

With an indescribable roar the dark energies inside of it fluctuate as it finally pulls its legs up.  The horror now barely standing on the moving vehicle with one of its feet in the former chamber of its birth, the other raised up and sitting on top of the roof of the next chamber of the caravan.  Its two toes seen on its feet like claws that dig into the metal to try to help stabilize itself from the rough and fast moving vehicle.  Not doing a good enough job with just its toe claws the two oddly purple colored tentacles coming out from each side of its waist reaches out and grips the sides of the metal to brace itself even more.

The "hole" it crawled out of it oddly seems to be staying open for some reason...