Marker

“APPROACH MARKER.”

He obeyed. Marker’s eyes opened, glistening black crystals burning with the hateful energy of Marker’s being, and then claws sprang out, gripping wrists and head and ankle. Marker lifted the new man in to the air, held him straight and still and helpless as Marker’s black and terrible mouth opened.

“RECEIVE YOUR MARK, FLESHLING” growled Marker, and energy shot from his jaws. The man screamed as the beam cut in to his forehead, marking it forever with his serial number. The air filled with blinding light and the scent of burning flesh.

And behind it all, Marker, laughing.