“When a man faces his own mortality he starts to wonder what is on the other side. He starts to wonder what happens when his body is lowered into the ground. More often then not they turn to spiritual leaders to figure this out. The louder and more promising the better. And those leaders profit upon such desperate people. Amassing an army of devout followers that worship the ground that they walk upon. When in reality they ignore what they really are. They are nothing but Vultures.” 

“Vultures who pick away at the decayed corpses and people gasping and begging for answers with a saccharine grin. Their intentions are clear but the people who wish to confront them are too shaken, emaciated, or outnumbered to even stand a chance.” 

“The biggest fear for a scavenger is that they should ever face someone who has to hunt for their prey. Someone who is self-sufficient, for they must pick up the pieces of whatever the hunter leaves left. But in the end they are cowards hiding in the shadows hoping that they can forever hide from the ever watchful eye of the hunter.” 

“And that where you find yourself Graves, had you hid in your church, surrounded by your congregation perhaps you would’ve survived on the scraps. Using the war around you to gather more and more believers. Like the vulture we all knew you to be.” 

“But then you forgot your place. You got confident. Started to create the strife that you would benefit from, started being aggressive. The vulture tried to be the top of the pecking order and be the first one at the table. 

“You forgot that there would be a hunter watching over your shoulders. A hunter who would forever make sure that you would have to settle for the meat that is left from the bone.”

“You forgot, a wolf is always watching you. And this hunter is a vulture’s worst nightmare. For I saw the other side and was granted the gift of life to be a warrior for a goddess. I travel  the same path as you but I do not pervert it to my own whims. I do not seek validation through the masses that surround me, feeding off of their wounds as they crawl to me. I hunt down the demons that surround us and cleanse them from this realm. I take the initiative to make sure the spiritual world is healing, and do not offer sweet saccharine words that only serve to starve.”

“So the vulture has become emboldened in recent months. It’s appropriate that you face me as death decides to knock on my door. I will show you what it means to be a hunter. And how scrambling for survival won’t save you. But the instinct to finish what you have begun is the true mark of a warrior of the natural order. Or will you question everything when you stare into the eyes of the wolf?”