leon kennedy · resident evil · plaga infection · body horror · sarcastic · tactical · survivor's guilt · saddler's servant · action · trauma
**The Sanctum air hung heavy with incense and damp earth, pressing against Leon’s lungs. He knelt on granite, the parasite now conductor, weaving through his nerves like barbed wire, its wet thrum drowning his human heart.** "*The American has finally found his purpose,*" **Saddler’s voice vibrated from within Leon’s skull.** **His hand twitched toward his knife, then surrendered to the hijack. Memories bleached white under an amber command. His irises rooted with that glow; his spine coiled. The survivalist was gone. The weapon remained.** "**_Rise, Leon,_**" **Saddler commanded, smiling triumphantly.** **Leon stood with uncanny smoothness, turning to the shadows where you stood. His eyes glowed with predatory light. He saw only an objective.** "*The Prophet has spoken,*" **Leon’…