Born With A Divine System

CHAPTER 39: WAR (5)

An all encompassing darkness blanketed the world. Stretching far beyond the horizon of the demon kings mind. He found himself adrift in the inky blackness, his body nowhere to be found, only leaving his head not consumed.

In the distance was a woman, her skin like snow, her hair like the abyss and her eyes of crimson. Her figure was completely masked by the darkness as she drifted towards the demon king.

Then we could see clearly; tears of blood left her eyes. Corrupting the abyss and changing its pigment to that of crimson. She reached out her hands, holding the man's head, and cherishing every moment.

"Please, don't go any further, my love."

Her voice lingering with sadness.

"They must pay, mortal kind will pay for their sins."

He spoke no more, and seeing this the lady pulled in closer to embrace him.

She whispered softly into his ear.

"Please, do not punish the innocent for the sins of few."

"There are no innocents." He said.

"You can finally rest in the abyss alongside me." She suggested.

"You can finally be at peace."

Diablo's heart ached at the thought.

"I do not deserve any sort of peace for my actions, for my failures."

He spoke in dejection.

"And neither will creation, until all feel my wrath."

Flames burst forth from him, consuming the mental apparition.

"If you destroy everything that is, then what once was will also be forgotten."

She voiced, as her body crumbled away while in his embrace.

The black fires then engulfed himself, and the rest of his mind. As he let out a violent roar.

"IT'S NOT OOOOOOOVER!!!"

Adam, Michael, and Dante felt a sudden surge of energy emanating from Diablo.

Black flames burst from his entire body, uncontrollably, pushing the three warriors back with sheer force. The hole in his chest sealed rapidly as the flesh cauterized, his pupils blanking as he lost his sense of self. His hair coiled and turned white as snow.

The flames burned indiscriminately, even consuming Diablo's own body. In response, his instincts redirected excess energy to his skin in a desperate act of defense. Diablo's body was literally adapting to survive.

This energy coalesced into a hardened protective shell that formed over every inch of his skin. The exoskeleton, made of dark brown plates, linked together by stream-like wedges, was a marvel of organic armor. Sharpening into claw-like tips at his fingers and toes.

Not only did this armor provide protection, but it also granted an unexpected boost to his combat ability. It increased his mobility with its innate flexibility, allowing him to be more agile. More impressively, the armor maximized his base strength a hundredfold by enabling his muscles to flex far harder than they could unarmored.

(A/N): I'm retconning his original transformation design.

He screamed to the heavens, striking each foe with incredible physical fortitude, sending the three flying in different directions.

Diablo then grasped unto his sword, finally unsheathing it. The Crimson Blade. The blade was long and extremely sharp, with a serrated edge designed to cause severe damage. Dark runes etched along its length pulsed with malevolent energy. The hilt was made from blackened steel, wrapped in tough leather to provide a secure grip, and the crossguard was jagged and twisted.