The ground shook violently, and from the swirling black portal, an enormous shadow began to take form. It was the Demon King. His towering figure, wrapped in darkness, loomed within the swirling mists of the portal, his presence suffocating and overwhelming. A chilling, guttural growl echoed through the desolate streets of Blackthorn as the portal pulsed with dark energy.
Father Ezekiel, now fully transformed into a monstrous demon, stood before the portal. His grotesque form radiated with the Demon King's power, and a sadistic grin spread across his twisted face. His claws were dripping with black tar, and his red eyes glowed with malevolent hunger.
"You will all fall before the might of the true king!" Ezekiel roared in a voice that shook the earth itself. His wings unfurled, black as night, and his demonic chant resumed, calling forth the Demon King.
"Vul'goth no'rath... Arah'zul dar'ka!"
("Come forth, Demon King... Bring your endless night!")
