Matt stumbled through the dead plains in a disentouriated way clutching his head and not noticing where he was before collapsing onto one knee barely staying upright with his face screwed up in pain.
"Why won't you leave me alone!?" he yelled seemingly to himself "get out of my head!"
A voice inside his head answered with an evil sounding laugh. Please, when I'm having this much fun? I'm far from done tormenting you.
Matt suddenly yelled as his head felt like it might split open, lightning seemed to crackle around his body and a pair of black wings burst from his back tearing his clothes closely followed by an equally black tail. The lightning seemed to engulf him completely as his hair grew thicker and longer.

Suddenly it all stopped and his stood up, he was no longer the same person, he was not even in the same clothes. He had a small teal shirt that exposed his chest and a golded mask with a fixed expresion. He stared around at the mist hovering over the ground, a smile would have crossed his face if he actually had one.
"I told you, you couldn't keep me down forever paracite," he said opening and closing a fist "did you honestly think you could be rid of me just like that?" He tested his wings, expanding them and then folding them back in and chuckled softly. "Time to cause a little chaos," he chuckled "boy, I'm so bad I hate myself," he joked.

He took off suddenly soaring into the air laughing and gazingn down at the land below him.
"Where should I strike first?" He muttered.
He stopped and hovered in mid air, all he could see was dead land, with the occasional rusty armour, broken sword or a skeleton showing through the dirt.
"Typical," he sighed "nothing to destroy but destruction, looks like I'll have to improvise."
He floated down again settling on the ground and folded his arms looking around for any sign of something to destroy.

Rallika walked through the small passages imbetween dead trees, lined with dead bodies and rusted arms and armour. He tripped over a bone jutting out of the ground and snapped it in half. He landed flat on his face. Every time I'm here I always trip over a bone! He sighed and got up. He continued on his way. His destination he did not know. All he knew was that he just wanted to get this journey through this wasteland of a battlefield over and done with. He had dealt with some creepy things here he prefered to not discuss. He reached a wide field of bones and weapons surrounded by dead trees. Dead end. Again... He began to turn around when he saw something in the sky. He couldn't make out what it looked like but knowing what monsters dwelled here Rallika decided it was best not to get whatever it was down. Instead he took cover behind a tree and checked if the flying creature was gone. Okay, I have two options. I could stay here and wait for hours or run like I've never ran before! I think I'll pick the second one. Rallika took off away from the tree and away from the flying creature. The bones in his path really made the escape difficult. He looked back for a second and his head collided with a tree branch, and a thick one at that. He fell backward and landed on the ground, away from any bones. Now Rallika knew there was no escape. He got up quickly and drew Raku's Bane. He took cover behind a tree again but instead of hiding, he was planning an ambush if the creature was hostile. Okay, If that thing wants me, then it can come and get me!

In slight anger Shagon fired a black spike at a skull in the gound shatteing it, howeve it gave him no satisfaction because the thing wasn't alive to hate him fo it. He swoe bitterly.
"Well, no point waiting aound here fo eons until sombody just happens to build a civilisation in this wasteland," he scowled, not that anybody could see it but his voice certainly indicated it "Ah but fo lack of a map I don't know where to go." He sighed "well, if this place is haunted then where are the ghosts?"

A loud crack followed by a thud caught his attention, he turned in the diection of the noise coming from the trees.
"Hm, seems I'm not alone," he muttered "one person isn't enough to torment though, I need a few dozen at least, something to satisfy me. He probably has a home, maybe even a small village, hm. I love it when a plan comes together."
A green ring suddenly seemed to rise over Shagon transforming him back into Matt but with a slight difference, Shagon was still in control.

He bent down and picked up a sharp looking bone and used it to tear the tousers of one of his ankles and made another one further up the opposite leg, as he did this a learing smile could be seen on his face. He dopped the bone and walked in the direction of the noise looking about for whoever had caused the disturbance, he resigned to whistling to himslef just to male his human side a little more prominent.
For a second he stopped and looked above, seemingly for no apparent reason, shrugged and walked on through the trees looking about for any tell-tale signs of life.