>>5905846“BURN!” you snarl, but it isn't your voice, nor your thought to say it. As if on command, your left arm <span class="mu-i">ignites</span>. Obsidian-black flames wreathed by the colors of more 'normal' fire burst into being from your left shoulder down, scorching you as the burn across you all the way down to where the Demon God's semi-liquid flesh is trying to envelop you. And on contact his body ignites, Dumplin squealing in pain. As if this is the hottest fire he's ever encountered, whereas your daughter Milha has hit you with so much more pain in your training with her that you barely feel this. After only a second he abandons his plan to eat you, chopping the part of himself off that was touching you before swinging his right hand up, tearing his left hand off its wrist to keep your Berserker Soul with him before tearing free of his left arm, the Abyss completely consuming it while the black fires burn away the last of his body on your left arm.
“Dammit. This can't be happening!” he says, turning a bit more transparent as he regenerates from the damage, now holding your Berserker Soul's emerald fire in his right. “None of this is right!”
“DIE!” you snarl, again lunging forward towards him. Dumplin doesn't back down, instead dashing in, swinging your own Berserker Soul in his right fist into your jaw. And everything becomes pain. Scalding, agonizing pain as the flames of your Berserker Soul scorch your flesh. But, bracing yourself you recover, retaliating with a devastating right punch of your own straight to his guts. You strike the Demon God so hard his body distorts around the punch. Only for the Demon God to smirk, letting your fist go through him by opening himself he flies <span class="mu-i">up</span> your arm to deliver another devastating right straight to your face. Seeing him coming, you only see YOUR Berserker God power, and realize how you're going to get it back.
“BITCH!” he shouts, swinging his right straight for your nose, clearly intending to break it. But, instead you dislocate your jaw, opening wide as you feel your maw enlongating and bite down hard on his wrist. Your abyssal fangs sinking into his flesh as the fires of your Berserker Soul incinerate the inside of your maw. The agony is intense, unlike anything you've ever experienced with your half-demon daughter, but you fight through the pain. Abyssal fires start burning in your mouth as well, determined to take his hand and reclaim what's yours. “Oh no you don't!”
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