[i] Desmond gritted his teeth as the serpents burst from his spine. It hurt..but it was more empowering than anything. He'd had a monster placed into him, what that was a part of him..and it needed to be fed. In exchange, he got it's power. Would he pray to a God if all he saw was terror in it's face? Desmond didn't believe in a god. He was the ruler of his own fate, he was the master of his own soul. [/i]