"Finally I have gotten strong hosts as my puppets." A psychotic grin was plastered on Verdigris' face as he examined the Angels that stood still, waiting for commands from their new master.
"Too bad I couldn't get the third one." He let out a sigh as he shook his head, not caring about the looks he was getting from his fellow members of the League.
'This guy needs to be locked up in an asylum, and only brought out for missions.' Although Xander considered himself a little bit crazy, he saw Verdigris as a full-blown psychotic patient when compared to him.
The same went for Seraphina and Slade. They were always wary of him whenever they moved with Verdigris, especially his mind-controlling parasites because they feared his mind could flip at any time and he might decide to turn on them for fun.