Undead, not mindless, so not zombies per se, capable of reasoning, but incapable of disobedience. In all other ways, they were as normal as undead fol...s could be, but they lacked independence from me. They could actually disobey others, just not me. I owned them now, controlled them, bent them to my will. They all had the telltale Mark of Mark, the seal in the form of a reddish asterisk above their butts to prove their fealty to me.“Okay, time for another major move on my part. Since it’s my. This edition of Santa was like his forebears before him and he did his best to be good and stay positive no matter how difficult the situation might be in front of him.Harrison was sent on the outside assignment to scout out the human species for ratios of “Naughty” and “Nice” and send his report back to the boss so he would know how many gifts he would need for the annual run to make those presents appear under the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. The lack of functioning chimneys had made. She told Arlene to keep me happy and for us both to be safe as we could be. Arlene made a nice dinner for us the next day and we watched some dumb movie after before I headed to bed. Only one day and I was missing my wife already. The next morning Arlene had eggs and bacon ready for me once I got out of the shower, it felt a little weird to be only wearing my robe and nothing else with Arlene walking around me with a pair of what had to be painted on jeans with one hell of a camel toe going on.. Do not be afraid, my son, he whispered as he sliced his own palm with the dagger and held it over the bowl until it was full. He clenched his fist until the blood stopped flowing, and then he took his childs tiny hand and pricked the palm with the tip of the blade. Samil let out a cry, but it quickly died down to a whimper, and Ahriman held the little hand over the bowl until a single drop fell to mix with his own blood. He placed his thumb over the boys pinprick of a wound until he was.