A shimmering flash of light tore through that vile beast's form, neatly bisecting the Hollow into two halves before that girl could so much as land after her graceful acrobatics. It's mask shattered, partially, and it could be seen that it was indeed the spirit of a dog... some poor creature tormented so significantly that it had become a Hollow. But as it's body had been bisected, it seemed to decay at an unusually slow rate. Something was not allowing it to fall apart, it seemed. Rather than dissipate instantly it just stood there. Eventually, it's cleaved body rose, and if one looked closely it looked almost as though the thing were still alive... and someone new was walking towards it.
It wasn't certain how long it had been there, but a strange misty blackness rose from between a simple grocery store and a dry cleaners place. Night held the cloak of shadow over this place, which grew only stronger as a tremendous evil energy silenced the only light left here; the artificial light bulbs of the street posts, flickering unnaturally before falling to darkness. A tall, black-clad figure appeared from the misty mass of blackness, a rift in worlds; it was a Demon's Door, a smaller and stealthier version suited for those who wished to leave hell in quiet strides.
His broad shoulders were defined even in the tattered garment, which he threw aside with the swing of a long, powerful arm. The figure that was revealed actually showed to be a very handsome young man despite the wickedness he'd appeared to have silently spawned out of. He seemed like some great sculpture, his white skin dimly reflecting the slitted moon's light, the only light that remained to defy him... and even so, it seemed to diminish as it touched his gorgeous body, which was scarcely dressed in armor and a loincloth.
A sturdy metallic belt crossed his waist composed of many bullet-like cylinders forming armor, with two similar bands of chains and slender cylinders banded around his chest. They were stained red, with black trim and highlights, and golden chains connected them to one another. Two great shoulder plates sat atop his broad form, of different shapes. The one on his left jutted outward in spikes and was securely strapped to his arm as well as attached to the chain-cylinder armor wrapped around his chest, and seemed well suited for ramming into foes, as the protrusions were wickedly sharp and eerily malefic in some odd design. It extended roughly three feet off his shoulder. The other side was covered by a large, almost roman style plate of the same type and metal, except it rose to protect the neck and the head. A large red gem sat at it's center, glowing a faint red, whilst a cage-like organic mass of metal bars bent around to provide additional thickness on the lower guard rested beneath the shimmering gemstone. Both pieces of armor were the same bloody red color as the cylinders.
Black leather straps were all across his right arm, organized vertically near the joints, with the straps wrapping around the spaces in between the fingers and thumb of his brutal fist. The straps stopped beneath the shoulder, attached to the gemstone-set shoulder plate, which was also attached to the cylinders. Beneath that, Divus had an armored tasset belt beneath the cylinders around his waist. Near the crotch, it extended into a large skull shape carved into the belt, with wicked teeth and a third ruby eye. The eye sockets seemed sunken and dark, and from the mouth of the skull extended a fat, torn red cloth, long enough to reach Divus's ankles; it served to keep him decent.
The belt was attached to two separate pieces of metal that hung down the sides of Divus's powerful, exposed thighs in the vague shape of skeletal hands attacked to a larger, bent K shaped form, which curved around the back of his thigh and mid way across the hamstring. Above, it was connected by an eyeball-shaped joint metal ball and some chains beneath it. Evidently, the ball could rotate, and the metal fit Divus's legs perfectly. And beneath those, there was a pair of large, heavy boots. Spikes rose from the foot area all the way up to the mid calf around the edges, whilst a reptilian face sat at the base of each ankle with metallic red horns, and above where the spikes ended the armor boots jutted out in bladed forms along the sides and smooth bands up to the knee, from whence skull-shaped forms covered their caps and their curling horns swirled around Divus's joints to protect the entire knee on each leg. While outrageously decorative, the armor itself held no special powers; it was merely something he'd acquired in hell as a gift since becoming Dark Lord.
His crotch and upper legs and hips were also wrapped in black cloth bandages to prevent selective nudity in the event that the red cloth failed to conceal his testicles and shaft, and Divus reached down to withdraw a strange mask from the lower cylinder belt. It was shaped in a way eerily similar to a crocodile head but was made of solid gold. There were, however, vaguely humanoid shaping to the cheeks and forehead, and the terrifying thing was obviously made to fit a face. Slipping it onto his head, the mask made a sickening convulsion as it attached to Divus's face, somehow merging into the skin. Divus slipped a powerful black leather strap around the back of his head, connecting the mask to his face in the event it could fall just in case, although the way it had seemingly fused with his face averted that possibility; it seemed like a paranoid precaution, but his long, wild black hair covered it up anyway.
None of the armor, nor the mask, had any sort of special powers... Divus had simply liked it all, but the mask did have a purpose. Any demon exiting hell without a proper vessel required a mask lest they be dragged back. You never knew when you'd be snatched away - and even Divus, who'd evaded capture for countless years, had to beware of this danger. And so demons carried masks, and now, so did Divus. This was simply his mask; as long as it stuck to his face, which it did so vigilantly, he could not be sent back.
He rose a powerful hand, and his cloak flew into his left arm. opposite to the one bound in leather straps. This one had a fat golden gauntlet around the forearm, nearly four inches thick, a mass of intricately carved and root-shaped streams of yellow trim connected by masses of tiny chains meshed together beneath the gold fragments. Divus attached the cloak to a small mechanism on the inner side of the spiked shoulder plate, bunching it together and pressing it down underneath. When complete, it hung behind him in a black stream of fabric, torn and ripped. It was no longer a cloak but almost like a great malevolent flag draped over the back of Divus's mighty shoulder.
The creature, in some half-dead daze, fell slowly as if it were stuck in a sluggish rift in time, caused by the stiffness of it's motions and strangely delayed fall. It collapsed in front of him in a brutalized heap, not even fully intact, barely connected by swelling chords of flesh. Yet, blood loss was suspiciously minimal, as if being stuffed within by some great force. Divus was holding the creature together and it made a pained, sorrowful whine, just as a normal dog would. Divus crouched next to it, softly brushing it's wounded face. "It's alright. I'm here." He spoke, somehow familiar with the creature. It softly licked his hand with it's ruined face and pushed a paw up onto it's master. Divus reached his other hand down, into the split body, grasping the creature's heart. A ghastly power erupted from him in the form of a tremendous spiritual pressure.
All of it was being concentrated into a single dark spell; the work of demon magick was at hand. The flesh that was dead in the dog came to life once more, and the creature was slowly sealed back together, as if manipulated by some healing power that twisted the flesh. Even the mask slowly pushed itself back into place before merging. But then, moments later, the most damaged areas appeared strange. Swollen, with large bumps and nodules upon them, which opened up to reveal bloodshot eyes on the right hind leg and down it's stomach. Massive scars now spawned teeth, and sickly tongues hung from them. Much of the Hollow was now twisted and corrupted... and yet, it began to pant happily, standing at it's massive height and licking Divus's masked face. He chuckled softly, he lifted a mailbox and hurled it several hundred feet away. "Fetch." Divus commanded, and away the Hollow went, happily answering the command.
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