Seasons of Numenera
Gish raises a hand and a few black fireflies gather above the palm, “All those curses and poisons the Ressurection Vampires use make them more dangerous and more difficult to kill. These will not make them much easier to kill unless I can tailor them specifically to the vampire in question, but I can tailor them to us and keep their corruption from easily spreading into us. They can probably overcome it if they capture someone and spend enough time but I hope that it is a lot of time.”
They merged into each other until their light became golden rather than black, “Let your light so shine that they may see your good works.” The golden fly went into his own mouth, “If you have a hard time putting down your own defenses and trusting my magic, you can say no or simply refuse the warding spirit. Would you like one? We should go back and offer to the others. I only make undead of the willing. They are a plague that changes others unwillingly and twists the living and free willed.” For a dead man he was quite offended at other dead.
He began back toward the ship.