"..."
Nero stared silently at the grotesque blob of flesh that had once been Vincent Cross.
The businessman who'd spent so much time obsessing over his appearance and immaculate image had become something that defied description.
A towering mass of twisted muscle and randomly sprouting limbs that looked like it belonged in the deepest circles of hell.
"No... NO! This isn't... this wasn't supposed to..."
Vincent's voice - or what remained of it - echoed from multiple mouths scattered across the flesh blob's surface.
Each mouth spoke in slightly different pitches, creating a horrifying chorus of denial and panic.
"I was supposed to be... powerful! Beautiful! A greater demon worthy of..."
The panic in those voices was unmistakable.
Whatever Vincent had been expecting from his transformation, this clearly wasn't it.
Nero's analytical mind pieced together the situation from what the man was spouting.
