I will return

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I felt the infernal burning of the pepper spray invading my eyes. A burning fire, sharp and constant, as if every cell in my eyeballs was twisting. Damn, that girl with glasses was up for anything, right? I heard his desperate footsteps walking away, trying to escape. But that wouldn't happen. Not while I could divide my mind between the bodies I have possessed. I closed my eyes and entered those of Zarkos, my faithful fighter.

I could see Vilma through her eyes, her staggering figure running toward the exit. One more second and I was in front of her, but the condemned woman used the pepper spray again, and again I had to close my eyes, immediately jumping to another body. "I don't care how much pepper spray you have, Vilma," I muttered angrily. "I can follow you to the end of the world if I have to."

She turned, facing me determinedly. "Then that remains to be seen," he said defiantly, holding a pair of enormous pincers with which he lunged at my chest, attempting to tear out the Daemon Ritus.

I smiled superiorly as I felt how the metal of the tweezers fragmented into a thousand pieces when I touched the device. "What's going on?" she asked, stunned. I looked at her and replied scornfully, "Did you really think it would be that easy?" My minions, the teachers and professors who were already under my control, slowly approached her, cornering her.

"Do you know how long I've waited for this moment? Twenty years... Twenty years studying every mistake, every detail, to make sure this time everything turns out perfect." I opened the Daemon Ritus, feeling how its power began to activate, and the dark energy flowed with excessive force. "And now... it's time to exact my revenge."

The force expanded from my chest, enveloping Vilma and the teachers, trapping them like flies in a net. One by one, I absorbed their souls. Those of the teachers, then that of Vilma, but I still felt that it was not enough. "I want more..." I murmured, increasing the intensity of the Daemon Ritus, causing the power to spread throughout the entire school. Every person in the building was swallowed by my power, as if an invisible torrent was dragging them straight into me, joining the energies I had already taken.

I noticed how my body began to change, just like in the ring, but this time the transformation was even more intense. I felt my limbs lengthen, every muscle in my body expand, growing stronger with each soul consumed. My hands looked different now, filled with a dark power that almost seemed tangible. One detail made me smile: my hands, covered in this new energy, had the ability to release waves of pure power.

It was an effect of the Daemon Ritus, its dark buff fused with me in body and evil.

I laughed with satisfaction as an electrical impulse coursed through my arms and I let the power explode, releasing a shock that blew up the light bulbs in the gym. In the darkness, surrounded by shadows and with my body transformed, I could feel victory close, like never before.