The legacy

          A stallion walks into a bar, wearing pitch black armor of some sort. He orders a drink. The drink tasted horrible, or so he claimed, as he walks out of the bar following another stallion. The stallion noticed him.

"Why are you following me? Stop. Ok." The stallion said. The stallion wearing the armor stared at him with a neutral look.

"There's one inside you." The armored stallion said. The other stallion looked confused.

"One of what?" The stallion said. The armored stallion then grabbed the other stallion's front legs and put a strange device on his heart.

"A dead soul looking for a new body. Basically possession of a new psychical form. This one wants your body." The armored stallion said.

"By the way, I'm Gentle Breeze, and you are?" Gentle asked as the armored stallion programmed the device on Gentle's heart.

"You can call me Ghost Hunter." Ghost said as the device began to glow.

Why is it glowing? What does that mean?" Gentle asked, as he panicked. Ghost managed to calm him down.

"Don't be alarmed, but there's a the soul of a half demon inside you." Ghost said. Gentle started to panic again. Ghost smacked him.

"What's gonna happen to me?" Gentle asked, as he started sobbing.

"He's morphing your body into a genetically altered undead exosuit. You're going to die, but there is a way to come back." Ghost said.

"How?" Gentle asked, still sobbing.

"Join the death patrol." Ghost said. He smiled right before his body morphed into a hellish demon and tried to kill Ghost. He noticed a small orfice on his leg and went at it. When he cut it, the demon imploded and Gentle's body was gone.

"Great. A new recruit. I just hope he'll be thankful, since I just saved him from his own body. That is the most out of context line ever." Ghost said, as he walked through a orangish portal.