Pov Baldr:
My wounds are better, but I'm not happy about having to use this power. I look at my shoulder and arm, marked with black veins by the power of darkness.
"Why did that idiot have to devour the power of Darkness..." (me)
Sigh
"Father, how are the wounds?" (Allen)
"Healed, but I had to resort to that power." (me)
"If the others find out..." (Allen)
"No God will care, the real reaction would come from my Believers." (me)
"I always made everyone reject the dark powers to atrophy this power, but when it exploded after being injured, I realized... this power is even stronger than when I acquired it, it's not inferior to my power of Light." (me)
"Father, what are you going to do?" (Allen)
"..." (me)
"To win, of course..." (me)
Using my power of Darkness, I recover a Demonic God that was sealed centuries ago, black and white flames rise from my hands.
