There on the floor lay the hero. His armour broken, his arm bent at an un-natural angle reaching for his sword, well what used to be a sword it's blad now scattered across the ground, a pool of blood still growing. But still the hero refused to give up as with great struggle he stood.
"I will not fall before any monster especially you, you foul beast" the hero bellowed. Abouve him stood a dark shadow, the demon king a dark laugh emerging from him " your tenacity is remarkable but annoying so submit and die " the last part striking thunder. "Never for I am Alaxander of Atrium hero of the realm and I submit to none" he called out in fury once more a laughter filled the hall but this time it carried a sinister undertone "well if you refuse to submit then perhaps I have a better idea, a better use for your tenacity" from his shadowy form rose the demon kings arm his hand open and in his palm a purple orb formed " what are you doing foul monster" Alaxander yelled with a twinge of fear. "I am giving you another chance, another form so you may prove useful and if not, then at least entertaining" before the hero could reply the purple orb fired into his chest and grew coating his body before he disappeared in a white flash