Cyreth felt his new vessel.
He was perfect.
The fallen god could tell that this human had been training his body to withstand the supernatural forces in this world. He had a strong, optimal build.
He was quite the looker, too.
'I don't mind conquering the heavens in this form,' Cyreth thought with delight.
But first, he had to address the situation at hand.
Without a vessel, he had only been able to see the world of souls, not what was happening in the physical world. And so, when this lowly scoundrel attempted to grab him with her invisible puppet insect, he was a bit confused and extremely pissed off.
'A demon. One of the most disgusting creatures in this rotten world.'
Above them was a demon that couldn't stop evolving physically. Cyreth wondered how foolish one had to become to mess up this bad.
By the entrance of the building they were in, a horde of other-gods-know-what stood by.
