Kami smiled at the symbiote girl. How coy. How scared. She forgot he could sense every movement in her body, and she as tenser than she seemed. He lightly held out his hand, and offered it to the women. "If you wish to join me, you are free to do so. You are no threat to me. Not in this place." Kami turned his back on her, although he could still sense her every movement. Nothing would take him by surprise. He knew how to fight Abbadon, and he had already decided to convert the rest. Once his power over minds grew sufficiently, he would force them to see the error of their struggle through direct intervention. He would play God with their memories, and when he was done, they would beg for his forgiveness. The thought made him smile, as he fashioned a crude throne from metal scrap.
Sitting down, Kami felt Death Gazer drawing closer. While he most certainly couldn't be underestimated, he would be dealt with easily. Most of the heroes would be. He would simply threaten the lives of citizens. And they would fall like flies. Truly, he had already won. Kami crudely fashioned a staff. He would need to work on his crafting skills, as his makeshift item was not nearly up to divine standards. However, that was secondary. First things first. Priorities, and all that. First, he would have to kill the heroes.