The Root

Had they ever been mortal? He wondered, as he stared at the Vago’s human-like physiques—arms, legs, faces; human like, but not human. In all his travails on earth, he had never seen anyone so ghastly, and yet it wasn’t their thin, wraith-like bodies that frightened him most. It was their eyes. Eyes much like mortals, each baring the owner’s mark of demeanor, some vicious and nasty, others sharp and cunning, some vacant and aloof, but none friendly, and all fiendish. Had they once been mortal and failed life so veraciously to become damned in this heaven-forsaken place, or were they the unmortals—those who never had, and never would have a mortal body?