Satan vs Haruki

"How about we test it out here, then?"

"What? Are you serious?"

He laughs. "Your mana is flaring again. Are you that excited?"

Ever since I became an Acceelos, I had this gnawing feeling... "Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask him.

"Are you getting cold feet now, Haruki?"

"Cold feet? Are you joking?"

... of wanting to fight someone powerful. "I'm hyped."

Satan walks a long distance from me. "Well then, I think it's only appropriate that I take a proper form when I face you, don't you think?"

"A proper form?"

Satan's mana leaks from his body like smoke. Red streaks? Red streaks of smoke rise from his pale, raisin skin.

"This pruned form is what the picture books in Leagard paint me as. It was also easier to move around in Leagard in this form. But that is far from what my true form is."

His... true form...

His body suddenly exudes smoke in excess. The smoke swirls around his body in a vicious storm—masking his body and presence. After a few seconds, a hole in the smoke storm hisse