The Imperial Art

"Gotta say, you got me looking like a certain Angle of Death. You know with the hole and everything, all I'm missing are big ass horns and a pissed attitude. And I got em both," Dave grinned as the wind blew through the massive hole in his chest.

He took a step forward, the General waved his glaive, twirled it until it caught flame, and then pointed it at Dave, aiming to strike once again with his same attack.

The aura around Dave began changing, growing thicker, the color of blood. Red lightning crackled as both he, and the massive floating skull behind him grew horns. Dave had entered Demonic Ascension.

"This isn't a Cero, but It's the closest I got," Dave uttered in a deep demonic voice. He opened his jaws wide, releasing the pent up demonic and chaotic energy within him, a ray of flames hot enough to melt rock.