The note about his former occupation made John bristle slightly, and the fangs that had not receded since his feeding bared slightly in response.
"You assume a lot about me, Venom," he said cooly, fighting to keep the irritation from showing. "Especially for one who won't share his own history. The power I have now stems from that past, and I use it as I see fit. And yes, I discard the rest. Why should I pray anymore? God didn't save me from the tooth, God didn't save the world where I was reborn. But I did. My kind are more powerful and active than the sacked alters I knelt before in that dead world. My skills as a human have carried over, and now there is more affect when I choose to use them."