"I can't let it end here!" Belzebub panicked internally as it strained to move, but unfortunately it couldn't — its body remained still.
It lay helpless in a slowly enlarging puddle of black, putrid blood.
Its King had made it clear: failure was not an option. It had to win regardless of the cost.
"A little backlash, that's all. I'd rather suffer than lose now!" it hissed, breaking all restraints.
Its connection to its main body raged with vast torrents of pure, devastating corruption, not forgetting to call on the full force of its ability: Decay!
Its still frame slowly levitated as a dangerous force seeped into the air.
Roy, only a few feet away, scowled in despair.
"Oh come on! Die already, you freaking unlikable bug!" he spat resentfully.
He was too weak, not sure he could engage much now… but he had no choice.
"Seriously, how did I go from a cop fighting against crime to this!" he lamented painfully as he struggled to his feet.
