Black wings unfurl, gods soldier has arrived. 10,000 corpses of the damned are its armor, it's breath is sulphur and ash. The little ones chide, and it is their sin. The demon devourer devil could not comprehend what it saw, it knew only that it did see, but behind its eyes was insanity. It was a killer, and it could not be stopped. Arrows and stones could not stop it. Fire could not stop it. Water could not stop it. All would die, all would burn, and evaporate, to be breathed into its lungs. It takes those without honor, it takes those with fear, it takes those without strength. It finds the martyrs, but it cannot harm them, they are protected, from the filth, by their honor, by their dedication. The killbeast was of god, and it would do gods work, the terrible god, the god old and new, the god of the trench. It is only weakness, and dishonor, and that is why it clings to those with the scent, and inhales them, it inhales their spirit. I am the dogbeast, and I tell the tales.