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Devil Arms.
Soul weapons. Demon tools. Magical armaments forged from spirits.
Luke had studied the concept extensively through his gaming knowledge. The creation process was straightforward in theory: harvest a powerful soul, forge it into a weapon, bind it to your will.
The results varied depending on the source.
Weapons made from unwilling souls had their consciousness wiped clean—a blank slate that accumulated new memories over time. Vergil's Beowulf gauntlets were like this, crafted from the defeated light demon's claws with no trace of the original personality remaining.
Weapons made from willing souls retained full intelligence and memory. Agni and Rudra, the chattering twin blades. Cerberus, the three-headed ice hound. They'd chosen to follow Dante, and their spirits remained intact within their weapon forms.
For a being like Luke—a half-devil with the Soul Harvest ability—Devil Arms offered more than just equipment. When activating Devil Trigger, the weapon's soul characteristics could manifest physically. Using the lightning sword Alastor, for example, granted demonic bat-wings capable of flight.
The advantages were significant:
Growth potential. Unlike normal weapons that only improved when the wielder grew stronger, Devil Arms could evolve independently by consuming souls. A sword that fed on demons would become sharper, more powerful, hungrier.
Loyalty binding. Powerful Devil Arms chose their masters. An incompatible wielder couldn't use them—and in extreme cases, the weapon might try to dominate the user instead.
Luke wanted his own arsenal. Ebony and Ivory would have been ideal, but those weren't Devil Arms—they were human-crafted pistols, albeit supernatural ones. He didn't know how to replicate that kind of enchantment.
So demon souls it was.
"But with the Sorcerer Supreme and Kamar-Taj protecting dimensional barriers, I can't just open a portal to Hell..."
Luke frowned, considering the problem.
Earth's magical defenses were formidable. The Ancient One and her sanctums prevented casual demonic incursion. Opening a stable gateway to summon demons would almost certainly attract attention he didn't want.
Though now that he thought about it, the Ancient One should have noticed him already. A half-devil awakening demon blood in the middle of New York? That wasn't exactly subtle.
Maybe she'd already visited. Maybe she'd wiped his memory of the encounter.
The thought was unsettling.
Still, Kamar-Taj's protection wasn't perfect. In the original timeline, Dormammu had sent agents to Earth—Kaecilius and the Zealots. And those elemental demons had been operating on Earth for years without the sorcerers noticing.
Their security has gaps, Luke noted. Exploitable gaps.
Then a news report caught his attention.
BREAKING: Green Monster Attacks University Campus — Military Response Underway
The footage showed chaos. Shattered buildings. Fleeing students. And a massive green figure tearing through military vehicles like they were made of cardboard.
"The Hulk."
Luke sat forward, mind racing.
If Bruce Banner was active, that meant the Incredible Hulk timeline was progressing. Which meant General Ross was hunting him. Which meant Emil Blonsky was receiving super-soldier serum.
Which meant the Abomination was coming.
Perfect.
A creature like the Abomination—gamma-mutated, rage-fueled, powerful enough to fight Hulk hand-to-hand—would make an excellent Devil Arm. Based on its combat abilities, the result would probably be something like Beowulf's light gauntlets or Balrog's fiery greaves. A close-combat weapon specializing in raw physical destruction.
Unless it becomes a scythe or greatsword, Luke mused. Wouldn't complain about that either.
He made his decision.
Why wait for Blonsky to become Abomination naturally? The original timeline had too many variables. Better to accelerate the process under controlled conditions.
HYDRA's network made finding Emil Blonsky trivially easy.
The soldier was already enhanced—super-serum flowing through his veins, making him faster and tougher than any normal human. But he'd fought the Hulk at Culver University and been utterly destroyed. Every bone in his body shattered by a single kick.
The serum had healed him in less than a day.
That experience had done something to Blonsky's psychology. He'd tasted power and found it insufficient. He'd faced a god and been reminded of his mortality. Now he craved more strength, more capability, more everything.
He was the perfect candidate.
Luke also had EMIYA locate Dr. Samuel Sterns—the "Mr. Blue" from the film, the scientist who'd been cultivating Hulk blood samples in his laboratory. Sterns had accumulated more of Banner's irradiated blood than General Ross had obtained in years of hunting.
Both men were brought to an Umbrella facility.
"Doctor," Luke addressed Sterns calmly. "I need you to inject this man with the Hulk blood you've been storing."
Sterns paled. He recognized Luke Foster—the famous Fosterium inventor, scientific celebrity, genius of the age. Finding himself kidnapped by said genius was... unexpected.
"The potential consequences are unpredictable," Sterns protested weakly. "The interaction between super-soldier serum and gamma-irradiated blood—"
"Is exactly what I'm counting on. Proceed."
Sterns glanced at the Wolfpack operators surrounding them. GI-produced soldiers in Nanosuits, weapons ready, faces blank with programmed loyalty.
He swallowed and got to work.
The procedure was more extreme than what had happened in the movie.
Luke wanted a powerful Abomination, not just a functional one. That meant maximizing the transformation.
Eighty percent blood replacement. Blonsky's circulatory system was flushed and refilled with cultivated Hulk blood—far more than the simple injection from the film.
Concentrated gamma radiation. Enough to kill a normal human a hundred times over, but necessary to energize the transformation fully.
Blonsky screamed as his body began to change.
Muscles swelled beyond human proportion. Bones cracked and reformed. The super-soldier serum interacted catastrophically with Banner's gamma-blood, producing mutations that neither source would have created alone.
Skeletal spurs erupted through his skin—external bone plates that armored his joints and lined his spine. His frame expanded to nearly three meters, a grotesque parody of human anatomy wrapped in impossible musculature.
The restraints shattered.
"RAAAAAGHH!"
The newborn Abomination fixed its rage-maddened eyes on Luke.
"Perfect." Luke rolled his neck, cracking vertebrae. "Come on then."
The monster lunged.
Luke had already moved—a backflip that carried him over the strike and onto Abomination's shoulder. His fist crashed into the creature's skull with demonic strength behind it.
Blood sprayed where bone spurs cut his knuckles. But Abomination was driven face-first into the concrete floor, cracking the reinforced foundation.
"Oh my God!"
Dr. Sterns watched in disbelief as the famous scientist—the man who'd revolutionized energy physics—beat a gamma monster with his bare hands.
The Abomination recovered fast. An elbow strike caught Luke across the ribs, launching him across the room.
Good, Luke thought as he crashed through equipment. He's strong. This will make an excellent Devil Arm.
He picked himself up, grinning with bloody teeth.
"Round two."