"Do you need my power?" The demonic voice in his soul asked.
"Your power? Haven't I been using that all along?" Fishy replied calmly.
"Some of it, but you could have more."
It was a tempting offer. Fishy's mind was frozen in time as his body was being crushed apart from the colossal weight of each hit.
By the time he opened his eyes, a dark mist had formed around him. Purple marks crawled along his body like string as they entered his wounds, wrapping around them as they sealed tightly shut.
Then, with purple eyes and a demonic mark along his face, Fishy saw the world in slow motion. The hit of the celestial was slowly moving towards him. He turned his head in confusion as he raised his body from the ground, darting like a black bullet out from the blast range and high into the sky where he looked one more time at the scaly creature.
His form was still human, but his stern demeanour and terrifying pressure were different.
