Meanwhile, over at his penthouse, Victor was facing bigger problems of his own. Truth be told, Victor wasn't himself and that's putting it mildly. Deimos had cast an evil spirit into him the night of his accident. The real Victor had knowingly sacrificed his life to Deimos in hopes that he would save Terry; which the demon did surprisingly.
The possessed Victor began to go through some fluctuating phases of demonic transformation. Growling and moaning out of agony; squeezing the bathroom sink he held onto until cracks appeared. His irises split into two and metallic scales began to appear all over on his skin. He looked up into the mirror and saw the monster he had become. Deimos then appeared adjacent to his reflection in the mirror and said, "I see you're adjusting well to your new body."
"To hell with you, Deimos," He growled.
"Been there, done that."