As he stared into the eyes of the deep black snake, he found that he could not look away. His body heaved, and his legs felt weak, and he fell under the spell of demise. He knew he shouldn't do it, but had no choice, his free will had washed away. It felt nice, not having any thoughts, made him feel empty. Clean. He followed, now the snakes' servant, a servant of death, he knew. But then all of that went away, suddenly, to feeling refreshed...renewed.