I will return

62

From the locker room, with a proud smile, he felt the power flowing through every fiber of his newly transformed body. My eyes, now enormous, were reflected in the mirror, framing a figure that I had never imagined reaching with only five hundred souls. I clenched my fists and felt the overwhelming force running through my arms. I lifted one of the chairs in the room with ease, as if it were a feather.

"This is incredible," I thought, feeling the power overflowing. If this was just a small sample of what he could do, it made me imagine how far he could go when he reached the true potential of the Daemon Ritus. A fleeting thought made me smile even more sinister: **Zarkos** and **Daphne**. They would both be witnesses of what he could do and what they truly deserved to receive.

I noticed that, among all the souls that now belonged to me, the spirit of **N' Goo Tuana** had provided me with something extra. I could feel his fury and strength, trapped, adding to the energy coursing through my veins. It was as if each new soul increased my potential in a different way. And boy did it feel... incredible.

"But I still want more," I murmured, remembering the first time I tried the Daemon Ritus. That was only five percent of what I managed to absorb before everything fell apart. Now he had doubled that number of souls, and with this form... it was only the beginning.

I looked up at a poster for the event. Tonight, the arena would be packed. It would be the perfect moment. A wide smile crossed my face as my thoughts focused on the plan. "Tonight... you will both be mine."