As Ezeikiel continued to wait in the hospital waiting room, he started try and move to at least satiate some of his boredom, after all nearly 40 minutes had past of him just staring at a wall
To his surprise, instead of moving himself, the puddle of blood beneath him began to writhe and twitch at his feet, before it began forming organs and tissue. Strangely enough he found out that he could manipulate the size and orientation of the organs.
“Guess that children's author was onto something when he said that a heart could grow” Ezeikiel smirked inside his mind.
The pile of gore and bile had now expanded to include eyeballs, some bones and even an entire arm.
“Man, I haven’t seen this much gore since my time in the army…” Ezeikiel started to remember his army days. He was about twenty-five when he left the city and joined up with the army. The figure of a lanky man surrounded by dead… things? They were so maimed that they didn’t even look like people anymore.
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“What the hell?!”
The pile of blood and gore began to writhe and expand until it took the form of him in his army days. It even copied his suit… “Why a suit?” you ask? Well when he was young he happened to be a major dickhead. No literally, that was his nickname. After all there was nothing more humiliating and terrifying than being bisected by a man who looks like he just got out of a funeral.
As he observed his new body he realized that typical homeostasis functions such as breathing and regulating his body temperature did not work by themselves. Instead he had to activate and regulate them through concentration which seemed inconvenient at a glance, but Ezeikiel realized that he did not need them. His body seemed like it was the blood itself rather that the body.
“Laed laer eht s’eh uoy gnillet m’I ssob”
“Pan ym pu nekaw rof daed ruoy ro thgir eb retteb uoy”
Suddenly two voices spoke in demon tongue coming out of a door that literally appeared out of nowhere.
“Olleh”
“I haven’t the slightest clue what the fuck you’re saying.” Ezeikiel said as he turned towards the voices with exasperation written all over his face.
“Ecived rotalsnart eht ti evig ton ylsuoires uoy did io”
After saying this the newly appeared demon pulled something out of his pocket and shoved into Ezeikiel’s throat. Oddly enough it went into him like he was a big block of jello.
“Greetings child of blood, my name is Belphegor”