~Just got back from Monterey, had a blast with my friends at an engagement party for one of my good buddies. The story will be back regularly ~ Neoquicksilver

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My body became covered in a black abyss.

"Run away! Get far away from me!" I screamed to the black armored Demons and Petra.

Everyone that followed me listened to my commands and gathered everyone they could to run. They all moved away as a swirl of darkness converged on me. The laughing of a devil resounded throughout the field. My body was changing and I feared what I would become. Dark clouds surrounded us from up above and the battlefield became still.

Dark blackness was around me and started to take form around my body.

Claws erected from where my fingers used to be. They were sharp as swords and as long as daggers. My face contorted and my teeth became jagged. The muscles on my body pulsed and I grew larger. I felt like I had become light but as hard as steel. A cloak of darkness draped over me and fluttered around the wind.

My body molded and twisted into a new shape. I had become taller and stronger as my physical abilities increased. I felt stronger and lighter than I ever was in my whole life. I had become something else entirely, something more dangerous and I knew it.

A mask of some sort covered my face and I started breathing more intensely under it.

Small slits through the mask gave me the vision to the surrounding Demon soldiers. My vision became monochrome in color to black and white. The sky was pitch black and the ground was a plain white. Horns grew on top of my head and white wings sprouted on my back. Black chains were wrapped around my body and settled on the floor.

The black ring on my claw started to swirl with white symbols on its black exterior.

The red armored Demons around me had stopped and watched in disbelief at my transformation. A black aura surrounded me and intimidated those around me. I could sense the fear that gathered around in the air, it was something palatable to my own desires. The laughing sound of a devil echoed around the field. Until I realized it was the sound of my own voice.

I had become a Demon…no, a Devil incarnate.

I felt a thirst for something and it ached in the pit of my stomach. I flashed toward the sea of red Demons and swiped my claws. Nothing stopped my claws from going into the Demon soldiers and I rendered flesh obsolete. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere and I saw the fear in the eyes of the Demons. I brought my hands close to my mask and felt the need to lick the blood from my claws. I tasted the blood from my claws and it was the sweetest thing I had ever consumed in my life.

Some of the red armored Demons tried attacking me and I felt nothing from their swords. My skin was impenetrable to the weapons they had and I grabbed another Demon by his throat. The Demon had dread on his face as his body kept shaking uncontrollably. I squeezed his neck until only the white of his eyes shone from the pain of death. A thrill of excitement entered my body and I felt the rush of adrenaline.

Killing these Demons were bringing me great unbridled joy.

I wanted more of the feelings that came over me and the taste of blood. I stabbed another Demon through the heart and his armor did nothing to stop me. I pulled the arms off another Demon in front of me and let his blood cover my mask. The blood dripped down and I tasted more of the succulent red blood with my tongue.

I wanted to kill all these Demons in front of me and I had stopped thinking about Liz.

The horde of Demons wanted to fight me and I wanted to cut them all down. Blood, flesh, and entrails became common place on the ground beneath me. It didn't matter what was in front of me be it a horse or Demon, I killed everything. A maniacal laughter came from within my throat and I kept with the slaughter. There were around a hundred of the red armored Demons and now only half remained.

"Fight me!" I screamed. "Is this all you have!?"

I tore the head off one Demon and threw it into the crowd of soldiers.

The Demons stopped trying to fight me and more of them ran away in horror. I didn't let any escape alive as the black chains around me moved wildly and tore them apart. I jumped into the middle of the Demon soldiers and started my vicious attack again. Blood and guts streamed out like rain and littered the once snow white field.

I raised up my claws and a blue glow covered them. The dark clouds above gathered intensely and lightning began to strike. Thunder rained down on the Demons who scattered around as the bolt of energy crashed upon them. The field and the very sky trembled for me as it went amok. I kept laughing and I couldn't stop myself from the feeling of pleasure it brought.

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The once stoic and battle hardened Demons had become terrified of me as they tried to run away in vain. A Demon made the mistake of trying to attack me as my black chains converged on him and ripped his limbs apart. Another Demon cried out for his loved ones as I sunk my claws into his body and pulled out his rib cage. My hands glowed red hot and I waved it across the air in front of me. Suddenly, a wave of magma appeared and melted the Demons in its way.

They cried and screamed as their armor melted into their flesh. Some became a mess of blood and metal while others were unrecognizable. I sensed the fear in the hearts and minds of the Demons. Now they all knew my power and wished they hadn't antagonized me. The Demon soldiers became nothing in my might and the power I wielded.

Then a voice called out to me.

"Lord Demitri! Find yourself! Save the Oracle!" I could hear Petra say.

I halted for a moment but continued my onslaught.

More and more Demons died under my hands.

I couldn't help but kill them. I wanted to kill them. I needed to kill them. Every last one.

Another voice called out in my mind.

I recognized the voice and I had remembered why I used the ring.

I had become a monster because I wanted to save Liz.

I regained my senses and my blood thirst wavered.

My eyes wandered down the field and only Liz's blue robes had any distinction in my eyesight. Even though my vision had become monochrome she was the only thing that mattered in my eyes. My body moved quickly and the Demons scattered from my approach. I didn't care about them anymore as Liz was the only thing on my mind.

The Demons were almost to Lancaster and their leader looked afraid himself. I would have never known that Demons would fear anything even myself. Yet they were all afraid of me and knew the fearsome power I wielded. The soldiers that guarded Lancaster seemed to want to run and cower in despair. The only thing I wanted was Liz and the Demons who held her approaching Lancaster.

In a flash, I was at the Demons who were holding Liz and they screamed in horror as they saw me. I sunk my claws into their heads and crushed the bones that laid within. Liz looked up at me but I couldn't tell if she was afraid or not. She started shaking a bit and some sweat dripped from her brow. But her eyes were clear and calm as she looked at me. Liz wanted to speak but was muted from the powder.

I moved my hands to her throat and cleared the effects of the powder with a wave.

Liz seemed to have returned to normal and she looked up at me.

"Are you….there Demitri?" Liz asked.

I nodded my head under the black cloak that surrounded me.

"I am…Demitri," I said with a voice I couldn't recognize.

Liz moved her hands to my face and I caught it for a moment. I didn't know if I was going to hurt her but she wanted to touch my face anyway. I released her hands and she continued her movement as she felt the mask that covered my face. Then she put her hands close to her chest and nodded.

"I'm sorry, that you had to become this," Liz said.

Liz stared at me and I could see tears well up in her eyes.

"No," I said. "It's my own fault for walking down this path."

Liz looked at the red Demon soldiers and to their leader, Lancaster.

"Tell your father to submit or there will be more suffering than there was today," Liz said.

Lancaster and his soldiers dared not make a move but they glared intensely at me.

"What manner of monster do you have with you!" Lancaster yelled.

Liz moved her vision to me and then to Lancaster.

"He is the Demon Lord and he will be King of the Demon Territory," Liz said.

Lancaster looked disgusted and furious at Liz's statement.

"We will never submit to this monster!" Lancaster screamed. "Kill them all! To the Death!"

Lancaster held up his spear and an aura surrounded his Demon soldiers. Their armors cracked and red spikes grew out. Blood seem to drain from their faces as they screamed. Even Lancaster was affected as his armor contorted in shape. An aura of death covered the remaining red Demons and they grew in size as well. I could sense that the fear was gone from them and it had been replaced with something willing to embrace death.

"Berserker Armor," Liz whispered.

Armor that imbued it's user with supernatural strength and abilities at the cost of their lives.

"Go to Petra," I said to Liz and moved her behind me.

So these Demons wouldn't yield until the end.

I smiled underneath my mask as I went to give them the embrace of Death.

"I will," I whispered.