Kane stood over Lucifer, his eyes blazing with intensity. Lucifer lay broken and battered, his body torn apart by Kane's relentless assault.
"It's over," Kane declared, his voice cold and unforgiving. "You have two choices, Lucifer. Swear allegiance to me, and become my General. Or... die."
Lucifer glared up at Kane, his eyes burning with hatred. But he knew he was beaten.
"Why should I serve you?" Lucifer spat.
"Because you are weak," Kane replied, his voice dripping with contempt. "You were once the King of Hell, but now you lie broken and defeated at my feet. You need me, Lucifer. You need my power to survive."
Lucifer's eyes flashed with anger, but he knew Kane spoke the truth.
"If you refuse... I will kill you," Kane continued. "And then... I will give your blood to my followers. They will feast on your essence, and your legacy will be erased forever."
Lucifer's eyes widened in horror. He knew Kane was not bluffing.
"Very well," Lucifer whispered. "I will serve you."
Kane smiled, his eyes glinting with triumph.
"Then let us begin... my General."
Kane tore off his own skin from his palm, revealing raw flesh beneath. "General Conversion," he hissed, as blood welled up from the wound.
He offered the blood to Lucifer, who drank it in a desperate bid for power. And then, the transformation began.
Lucifer's eyes exploded from their sockets, splattering gore everywhere. His skin ripped apart, revealing muscle and sinew beneath, which then began to twist and contort like living serpents.
As the transformation progressed, Lucifer's gaze fell upon Kane, and he felt an overwhelming sense of awe and admiration. He saw Kane as a being of immense power and wisdom, a true leader worthy of devotion.
Lucifer's horns shattered, splintering into a thousand bloody fragments. His wings disintegrated, leaving behind a bloody, pulpy mess. But he felt no pain, only a sense of wonder at Kane's mastery.
His claws retracted, but not before they tore through his own flesh, leaving deep gashes. His tail withered away, but not before it flailed wildly, spewing forth a fountain of blood.
Lucifer's body began to stretch and contort, his limbs elongating like rubber. His skin turned a deep shade of crimson, as if soaked in blood. But he felt only a sense of reverence for Kane, who stood before him, unmoved and unchanging.
Finally, the transformation was complete. Lucifer lay before Kane, a twisted, human-like figure with eyes that burned with admiration.
"Your Majesty," Lucifer whispered, his voice filled with devotion. "I am... remade."
Kane gazed down at Lucifer, a cold smile spreading across his face. "Yes, my
General. You are reborn. Serve me well."