>>5905858“K̷̹̏̊̉͘Ḯ̶̼L̷̰̪̇̈́L̶̛̮͕͂ͅ!̶̛͇̐͊̍ ̸͉̰͝D̸̟͚͋E̸̝̥̓ͅV̶̝̞̾͑̕O̴̯̭̙̭͛͐̈́̓U̴͈͌R̴̜̫͗̈́̕!̵̥̏̓ ̵̖̹̣͒S̵̼̼̝̋̎͑̕L̵̪̩̮̈̀̈͗A̵̩̬̎̄̌Ú̴͕̐͘̕G̸̢̟̥͐̑̚͜H̴̯͒̏́T̸̮͚̏̈́̑E̴͎̣̫̠͝R̸̡̪͙͘!̶̠͎̻͋͐͠!̷̣̱̙͖̈͌̕͠!!” an unknown voice suddenly screams in your mind, overwhelming your body.
“GRRRROOOOAAAAAAR!!” you roar as suddenly your body is no longer under your control, right arm stretching and grabbing the Demon God. That darkness expands, engulfing him entirely and wrapping him up. The Demon God's expression turns to one of horror as everything but his hand and face are covered, your body drawing its left hand back then thrusting it for his chest. The darkness opens up around his chest, your left hand with those dark red flames thrusting into his chest. Immediately you feel his power dropping, consumed by the dark red fire pressed to his chest. It eats his strength, Dumplin turning more and more translucent.
However, suddenly, you regain control of your body. Immediately you imagine those abyssal flames burning Dumplin as he's trapped in your grip, then speak the word.
“BURN!” you exclaim, the fires of darkness springing to life over your right arm. It rapidly burns its way down your right arm, engulfing Dumplin in Abyssal fire.
“KYAAAAAAAAAH!!” he cries in abject agony, right arm expanding and growing in size. The fire remains where it was as he expands, escaping that grip and reforming his body from his hand. Now the flame of your Berserker Soul is burning in his left hand, you immediately going on the attack. Stretching your left hand out, shaping your fingers into long, slashing blades wreathed in Abyssal fire you swing. Each blade cuts through his body, pinkie slashing him apart at the ankles, ring and middle fingers acorss his body, and index finger across his eyes, blinding him. “GuuyAAAAAAAAAH!!”
Abyssal flames burn in each of the cuts, Dumplin immediately shooting off those parts of himself, allowing them to be consumed entirely by the dark flame to keep the rest of him intact. But his body is growing more and more transparent, making him harder to see in the infinite void. Except for your Berserker Soul, the Demon God desperately clinging to it like a drowning man a float. Seeing him weakening, your right copies your left, the flames cooking your hands as you launch into a barrage of heavy swings. Dumplin goes into a full on retreat, trying to dodge your swings. He evades every two or three, but the next one gets him. Each time he loses more and more opacity, then with a final swing sever his arm.
“NOOOOOOO!” he exclaims, fear coloring his voice as you immediately reach up for your Berserker Soul. You reach out, the emerald fire scorching the black flesh of your hand as you grab onto it. And, as you take ahold of your power, immediately everything changes.
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