Irked, no,
Vexed!
Ivan, for the first time in a long while, began to feel vexed as he gaited across the [First World Of Hell], trying to find a place he deemed safe enough for a few seconds or minutes, which would be decided after he "looked" into what he had become more closely.
What annoyed him were the creatures that were pouncing on him with each step he took; he wouldn't have been so annoyed if they were, even in the slightest bit, stronger, so he would at least have had to put up a fight.
But no!
They were weak!
Weaker than bugs, but bigger!
KEEEEEIIIIIIIIII-!
Another one pounced at him from his right.
BAM-!
With a strong slap at the creature's distorted face, Ivan glared at the flesh and blood splattering around as the creature's head exploded upon impact. Ivan glared at the creatures in disdain as his sclera began to get dyed a pitch-black colour and as his irises glimmered wine red with his pitch-black-coloured pupils stretched vertically.
And,
"!!!" Ivan's vertical pupils stretched even more as they dilated when his conscious mind jolted him awake and made him aware of the strange, strong fluctuations in his emotions.
'Something is wrong...' He thought and glanced back at the female creature that had continued to follow him, noticing Ivan's gaze. She dazed out of what Ivan assumed to be reality.
"Can you protect me for a few seconds?" Ivan asked her, speaking in demonic language.
"!!" She jolted back as she gazed at Ivan with a hint of surprise in her fear-filled gaze, and as if to answer him, she opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
'Her vocal folds within the larynx seemed to be damaged, but how? I can see that the bit off part isn't too deep....' Ivan pondered inwardly, but since it wasn't the time to think too much, Ivan understood that it couldn't speak, so
"Can you understand me?" Ivan spoke in demonic language, and since demons had the inherent ability to speak in all existing languages, he assumed that it was the same with the girl—no, woman—in front of him. Since it was as tall as an average woman, he couldn't call it a girl.
"!??" She tilted her head in confusion, and for whatever reason, Ivan found her cute.
'She isn't sentient enough...' Ivan concluded.
KEEEIIII-!!
With a loud, distorted screech, another creature pounced on Ivan. It had an extreme hunchback, its body covered in a strange hood, and a fist-sized, poisonous, eerie green glow in its hooded head as it slithered towards him with three pairs of tentacle legs.
And due to the abruptness of the plight, Ivan's distorted emotions fluctuated strongly, and before Ivan realised that, he pirouetted and kicked at the creature's face strongly, closed in on the creature in an instant, and bit off the part that he assumed to be the creature's neck before leaning back, holding it, and slamming its head at the ground.
BAM-!
With a small crater beneath the now busted head of the creature, Ivan's eerily wine-red, glimmering gaze turned poison green, similar to that of the creature that Ivan had just killed.
"!!!!" Ivan jerked violently when a strong, ominous shiver breezed through his body, and he didn't have enough time; he felt like if he didn't "understand" what he had currently become, then it would be too late, so he removed the creature's hood in one swift moment and wore it, acting purely on his instincts.
He sat on the small puddle of disgusting stench and gooey, purplish grey blood, and he unfolded every bit of the information that had flooded into his mind a few minutes ago, uncaring of the hell creatures creeping up on him.
The woman who had been following Ivan also realised that the creature she followed was vulnerable and acted to protect him. Though she wasn't strong enough to kill the creatures in a group all at once, she began [Marking] who was her prey and who was not.
She displayed similar moments to what Ivan had displayed previously; though she was stiff at the beginning, she got more and more fluent as she used those simple yet strangely complex moments. The weak ones, meaning the ones with similar strength to hers, were killed first because the creatures in hell got more stronger the more they killed. Whenever she copied Ivan and bit off chunks of the creatures' bodies, strange authoritative powers with strange desires began to bubble up in her.
And unbeknownst to her, an ominous grin plastered on her face, as she killed everything in her way—no, she killed those that she deemed to be in between her and the strange creature, who excluded an addictively hellish scent, to which she was attracted and had been following.
While she was going berserk, Ivan, who was learning what he had become, was feeling lightheaded as he desperately tried to calm his raging emotions, the strongest of which were lust and avarice. Though frail, Ivan, if he hadn't been conscious of his emotions, would have pounced on the female creature that had been following him without hesitation, to satiate his lust.
That was how much his emotions were raging in him; the more information about himself he unfolded, the more light-headed and cool-headed he became, yet he wasn't able to calm his desires. After unfolding everything new, a flash of joy flashed past him before that too died down as boredom, influenced by his raging emotions, began to act up as another emotion began to rage within him.
Laziness.
But since he was currently in Hell,
Sloth.
If he named all three of the emotions he was feeling accordingly, then it would be,
Lust, avarice, and sloth.
And now he searched for the source of "inconvenience" that was enticing various emotions that he had managed to keep at bay to date.
'!!!!' His consciousness shuddered when an "unknown" kind of power was seen cruising through his body.
{????} His consciousness muttered inwardly, and until now he hadn't been able to speak out those words, as his tongue and mouth, together with his vocal cords, had moved in a certain manner to voice "that" word.
GBL...GBLDOP-!!!
With a wave of something opening in his watery body, thousands of "eyes" materialised and opened inside Ivan's body and began to look at each and every cell in his body that were filled with extremely tame and calm power, and an abundant amount at that. Ivan felt uncomfortable because it was such a large quantity and quality of raw power that he knew for sure that controlling that power wouldn't be easy. No matter what he did, it was going to take time, maybe even years.
If he ignored the frequency they contained, the power that was currently cruising through him wasn't that different from the magic power he was already familiar with and comfortable with.
If the power just mentioned could be compared to a calm ocean, then the "inconvenience" was like oil, which didn't mix no matter what and continued to rage within him violently.
"!!!!" Ivan's eyes shot wide open as his vertically stretched pupils dilated when he noticed a small, razor-sharp shark fang-like teethed mouth materialise in a gap between those thousands of eyes opened within him. He was forced to jolt back when he "saw" the mouth try to gnaw at him, and for whatever reason, he felt like it could easily, without even putting in too much effort, kill him.
ZAPP-!
With another strange zap, a new, feeble amount of information rushed into his mind, and he understood what the "inconvenience" was.
"Chaos...."