The minions of **** from Derweze thought they served a powerful source of dark and shadow, but they were gravely mistaken. In one night a thick dark billowing gray cloud of fog and haze flowed in with the winds of time and remained until sunrise. Among the varied sounds of ripping flesh and screams of terror were thousands of varied voices emitting euphoric cries and giggles of pure pleasure. Echoing voices could be heard rolling over each other through the night.

"Beautiful red drops....the drippings so good". "Oh the sweet sweet blood quenches us so!"
"More........ more.... we crave more!"

So almost as soon as the sunlight crested over the distant hills this massive thick cloud of fog shot up 20,000 feet in the air and moved to India.