I, Maniac.

Then the face of the next offering looms out of the crimson mist like the beckoning gravestone.
Then I set about finding this vessel, this dead one who doesn't perceive the fate it has been dealt.
I need to find them quickly to appease the messengers and the elder ones.

Fate works in mysterious ways and the Chitauri often choose some one I am familiar with...
That old man in the park with his yapping dog...
That fat bitch that was rude to me in the waiting room of the dentist...
My previous flat mate...He never understood when I tried to tell of the Chitauri...even dared to laugh at me...
But the stealth lords choose wisely and who an I to argue?

There hasn't been a sign for some months now, but I wait patiently.
The messengers will return to me, they always do.

The time between my services is not spent idle.
I sharpen my blades, mix my poisons, sharpen my senses and skills so as to be more efficient in my duty.

I wait, patiently, uneffected by time, wait patiently, wait, wait, wait...
I am very patient, so I wait...

I hate all this waiting in between! I need my visions, my bloody rapture that the service brings.
I listen...feeling that cobweb sensation flit across my face!
Then the stealth lord whispers in my mind.
Whispers...its' voice is the caress of a lover to my senses.
Speak to me my dark Chitauri, tell me where to go, guide me. Who does the old ones choose tonight?