>>5905540As the bastard who killed almost all of your family stands there, holding onto the Berserker Soul, the source of your power, suddenly you remember something: the Berserker Soul isn't the ONLY soul you have at your disposal. You remember taking the soul of that absurdly powerful Abyssal being, the one you'd fought in Towa's realm through the portal there with the malformed arm. And if you can't draw upon your Berserker Soul, then perhaps you can draw upon that one?
“Hold on, what are you doing? Whatever you're thinking about doing, stop! Right now!” Dumplin says, you sensing a hint of fear in his voice as you press your right hand to your chest, remembering the sensations of that soul entering your body. It takes you a few moments to find it, that familiar viscous, lukewarm lump of Abyssal soul deep within. You feel it has taken root inside you body around your left shoulder blade, and with a smirk focus on and tap into it. “DON'T YOU-!”
But as you tap into that soul, as you grasp onto it you feel your touch immediately aggravate it. Like a balloon it feels as if it 'pops', everything going dark.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xjjhR0wWtt0“Guh-! GYAAAAAAAAH!!” you cry out in pain as the Abyss itself floods throughout your body. Instantly your entire form is consumed, that lukewarm darkness spilling out of your every pore and hole. It feels as if you're suddenly submerged in blood, the Abyss sticking to your body as it seeps from you. You lose everything as the darkness takes you, your senses, your thoughts, your very will, all is consumed by that unstoppable dark. But then, suddenly, you can see again. A familiar pink and green-wearing bastard, still holding onto a green flame appears out of the Dark. YOUR green flame.
“GWROOOOOOOAAAAAARR!!” you roar, voice far deeper and more forceful than you've ever heard it before. It barely even sounds like you, that sound even hurting your own ears as you scream, but seeing that monster recoil in apparent fear makes you incredibly happy. You're going to enjoy crushing him for DARING to take what is rightfully yours.
“No, no, no no no, this isn't right! You're not-!” he says, only for you to suddenly swing for his head with your right. You note, idly, that your arm no longer looks like your arm, but is pitch black and each finger ends in a sharp-looking claw of Abyss. Dumplin, caught by surprise is slashed by your middle two fingers' claws, narrowly avoiding being bisected by your much-larger hand as one claw cuts through his face, the other his belly. “Tch!”
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