Finally able to focus what little sense of mind it had, the red and black of mass, almost the size of a mouse began to creep its way toward a host. All the thing could feel around it was emotions and go from there, it detected many emotions in fact. Anger, Sadness, Hopelessness, Hatred, and the rare one, Bloodlust. [i]"Anger..."[/i] The thing managed to rasp out in a hiss as it slithered through the passageway, it had been following the pattern of Mason to get here, not that he knew it anyway. Had Mason been stationary, that would have been its choice, but now it was in dire need of a host as far too weak to try taking a lesser demon by surprise. It had to rely on the weak mind of a human body.

Once it got closer to a source of humanity that, by its own reading, was in deep thought of some kind, whoever they were seemed angry, hateful, and at a point regretful. The closer it got to Seth in midst of its thoughts, latching onto the soldier's shoe and climbing up to his chest, gripping his forearm and slowly spreading like a fire beyond Seth's control. The process would mirrored the pain of being stabbed by tiny needles over and over again mixed in with a burning, fire-like sensation. [i]"Hosssst..."[/i] The parasitic thing whispered in Seth's mind, trying to further join his body.