The black blaze of the Antichrist licked the dark stone walls of the laboratory, turning the air into a suffocating poison that burned the lungs with every breath. Klein, or rather the one who now fully accepted his identity as Lucifer, straightened up despite the gaping wound that crossed his chest. His blood, of a too vivid red, flowed onto the obsidian floor before evaporating instantly upon contact with the supernatural heat. His polar blue eyes had changed under the effect of his passive talent.
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He immediately activated his skill to stabilize his psyche against the overwhelming presence that inhabited Aeshma's body.
The entity that possessed the Princess tilted its head, a carnivorous smile distorting the once perfect features of Ariana Hornraven. The voice that escaped its lips was no longer the caressing melody of the woman, but a rumble that seemed to come from the deepest strata of the underworld.
