[Your transformation was successful]
[You have attained the power and abilities of the Devil Princess, Synthia]
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Name: Burn;
Title:??;
Devil in Command:??;
Power: Dark arts;
Abilities: Blood Enslavement, Accelerated Regeneration, Devouring Flame, Eternal Ice, Super Sprint; Fusion;
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"Huh? What is this screen?"
Burn thought, looking confused.
But he didn't have any time to think about what the screen was. He can figured it out later. He hurriedly turned his head, and saw that the tent was broken, and Vincia was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Vincia?" he mumbled to himself in a deep voice.
It seemed even his voice had changed due to the transformation.
Even though, Vincia just betrayed Burn and the rest of the outskirts, Burn just couldn't bring himself to hate her, or maybe he felt resentment? Even Burn himself wasn't sure how to feel about the whole incident.
Abruptly, roaring was audible to Burn. It was coming from in front of him.
So, he turned his head and looked forward, then saw those creepy lion looking devils approaching him while drool dripped down from their maws.
'Are these what they call Devils?' he thought to himself while frowning.
As those devils were getting closer to him, he smelled their foul smell, smell similar to rotten corpses. From the smell he felt like throwing up, so he quickly grabbed his nose.
'What is this smell?!'
After viciously growling, those devils charged at Burn.
Burn widened his eyes, as he saw those devils charging at him.
He felt a little powerless before such an overwhelming numbers.
'What should I do?'
He took his fighting stance, as he clenched as fists.
Quickly a crimson red color notification popped up before him.
[Activating "Devouring Flame"]
Then in the next second, his whole body Ignited in yellow flame.
Now, Burn was literally Burning!
Though, his body was constantly burning, it was also regenerating itself at a rapid speed, which prevented Burn from turning into ashes.
[Activating "Super Sprint"]
Within a blink of an eye, Burn tilted forward and sprinted towards the devils.
Before any of the devils realized what happened most of their forces began to burn with accelerated speed.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaah."
Those burning devils began to roar in agony as their body was slow turning into ashes.
Within a minute, along with the flame 10 of the devils dissapeared, turning into ashes.
Seeing their companions turning to ashes, stirred a feeling of fear within the remaining lion devils. So, they began to retreat slowly.
"Hah." Burn let out a sigh.
As he was burning in the reddish yellow flame, he cracked his neck, then mumbled to himself with pure pleasure:
"What is this feeling? For some reason, I am feeling an indescribable pleasure after transforming myself. I think I have felt a feeling a little similar to this before. But this feeling now is just the best!"
He didn't have time to discern what kind of feeling this was--though he already knew. Because, he was middle in a messy situation. So, dealing with the current was his first priority.
As Burn was burning, he glared back at those retreating devils.
"You are not escaping."
Saying that he began to walk towards the devils as he grinned like a maniac.
[Activating Sprint]
The moment the notification popped up, it was as though Burn had vanished from those devils sight.
Then two of those devils suddenly lifted into the air, their bodies twisting as flames erupted over their decayed flesh. Their scream echoed with a mix of agony and terror.
Burn stood beneath them, arms raised, his fingers clenched like a puppeteer controlling their suffering. His eyes burned with a wild, untamed light. Then, with a flick of his wrists, he hurled the flaming devils forward.
Their charred bodies slammed into a dented garbage can with a violent crash. Within moments, the flames consumed them entirely, reducing them to little more than blackened husks before they crumbled into ash.
Burn's lips curled into a vicious grin. Then, without restraint, he erupted into laughter—a manic, bone-chilling cackle that echoed through the lifeless streets.
"Hahahahahaha."
The remaining devils trembled. Their survival instincts screamed at them to run.
"I feel good. I feel good. I feel good!" he shouted, stretching his arms toward the sky as if reveling in the chaos.
[Disabling Devouring Flame]
[Activating Eternal Ice]
The fire flickered out from Burn. He then lowered himself onto his knees, pressing his palms firmly against the filthy ground.
A deep chill surged from his fingertips, spreading like a creeping death. Within seconds, the earth itself froze over, a layer of frost racing across the bloodstained terrain. The charging devils barely had time to react before their bodies stiffened, ice encasing them in an unrelenting grip.
Then... the frozen devils shattered like fragile glass, their fragmented remains splattering the pristine white ice with a violent spray of crimson.
Silence followed.
The battle was over. The lion-faced devils were no more.
Burn exhaled slowly, his breath visible in the freezing air. Rising to his feet, he turned his gaze left, then right.
Corpses.
Everywhere.
Men, women, the elderly, children—lifeless, scattered across the frozen wasteland. Some bodies were barely intact, half-eaten, their expressions frozen in terror.
Burn's triumphant grin faded. His jaw tightened. His eyes darkened.
He scowled, disgust twisting his face.
"What have you done, Vincia?! Aren't these the people you cared about. How could you offer them to devils?!"
Suddenly, a big shadow was towering above Burn. He turned his head, and saw a giant devil was standing behind him with a grin.
It was colossal but skinny. It had red skin, big neck, long acute teeth, completely round head, two spiky horns growing out of its ears.
[Warning: It's a mid-level Devil]
Burn clenched his right fist as he turned around, but then something began to happen to him.
His knees gave out.
'What!'
Then his entire body fell on the ground as his transformation wore off, and turned into his normal self.
"This.. isn't good. All of a sudden I am feeling drained." Burn said with an exhausted face.
The devil extended its long, skinny arm toward the fallen Burn, its clawed fingers trembling as they reached for him.
But then—
In an instant, the air split with a sharp, violent sound, and the devil's body was cleaved in two.
Its upper body, crashing to the ground in a heap of writhing, blood-soaked flesh, while the lower half collapsed in a grotesque, twitching heap. The foul crimson blood sprayed outward, drenching Burn's broken body in a sickening, hot shower.
Burn's vision blurred.
Through the haze of red, he saw a figure approaching him.
A warrior looking woman with with long, flowing silver-white hair and piercing red eyes. She was wearing an intricately designed silver and red armor set, featuring a form-fitting breastplate, engraved pauldrons, and vambraces wrapped with red cloth. Her attire combines elegant yet battle-ready elements, with a high-collared bodysuit underneath, a flowing cape, and a layered armored waistguard. She was grippring a sharp, ornate sword.
She was Lamie Burtner from before. With a serious face, she asked Burn, "Are you alright?"
A few meters away from where Burn and Lamie stood, another one of the giant and skinny devil emerged from one of the glowing red circle.
It grinned as it looked at its fellow kind who had been slained.
"What a disappointment you are!"
But before it could revel in its superiority, a calm, familiar voice drifted up from beneath it.
"The same is about to happen to you, too."
The devil flinched, its grin faltering. Slowly, it lowered its head—only to find a woman standing directly beneath it, her presence sharp and unwavering.
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out.
The devil's gaze snapped to its chest, where a bullet had already buried itself deep into its flesh.
It blinked. Then, smirking, it met the woman's piercing blue eyes.
"Do you think a mere bullet can kill a devil? You fool."
The woman or rather Lia Marie, her long blonde hair swaying, simply smiled. A predatory glint flashed in her eyes.
"It's no ordinary bullet," she said, lifting the white-barreled gun in her hand. "My sorcery, 'Imperial Gun,' destroys anything impure or corrupted from within. The darker the soul, the more devastating the damage."
Her smirk widened.
"That means you were doomed the moment my bullet penetrated your body."
"Huh."
A sharp pain erupted in the devil's chest.
Its heartbeat quickened—wild, erratic, unnatural. Its veins bulged, twisting violently beneath its skin.
Then the pain worsened.
"What… is happening to me?!" it shrieked, clutching its torso. "It—it feels like my insides are about to—!"
The words cut off into a horrific scream.
A moment later, the devil exploded.
A torrent of crimson rained down, drenching the battlefield in filth. But none of it touched Lia. The blood splattered harmlessly around her, deflected by a shimmering white barrier that surrounded her like a protective veil.
She exhaled, her gaze shifting upward. Her grip on the pristine white gun tightened as she looked serious.
"This isn't over yet."
In the distance, more creatures loomed.
A massive, black-feathered bird devil was flying towards her, its soulless eyes watching her with eerie intelligence. Hulking, headless giants lumbered forward, their grotesque forms radiating malice. Among them, there were few two-headed devils with wide twisted and nightmarish smiles on their face.