Chương 14: Kingpin End
Trish, after excusing herself from the main building, took Fisk down to the basement of Fisk Tower. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and a sly smile crept across her face as she surveyed the dimly lit room.
"Now shall we begin?" she said, lifting her arm to reveal a pulsating red energy gathering in her palm. It looked almost like a flickering flame, and she compressed it into a pill-shaped orb, a manifestation of the demonic energy she wielded.
She turned her gaze to Fisk, who was still dazed from earlier. "Eat this," she commanded, her tone firm yet enticing.
Fisk nodded obediently, almost like a puppet on strings. He reached for the orb, his fingers brushing against the strange energy as he swallowed it down. The moment it hit his stomach, he felt a surge of power wash over him, a mix of dread and exhilaration flooding his senses.
Trish watched with satisfaction as he licked his lips, a hint of her own energy still lingering in the air. "Good boy," she said, a playful glint in her eye.
Fisk, who had been basking in the overwhelming pleasure of the demonic energy, suddenly jolted as that ecstasy turned into agony.
"RAGHHHHHH!" he screamed, the sound echoing off the basement walls. Pain shot through him as his skin began to shift and crack, revealing dark, churning energy beneath. The transformation was fierce, tearing at his very being.
Trish watched with a mix of fascination and glee. The demon's power was not just a gift; it was a curse that demanded a toll. As Fisk writhed in pain, his body contorted, muscles expanding and shifting unnaturally. The energy coursing through him felt both exhilarating and suffocating, creating a battle within.
The sounds of his cries filled the room, echoing like a dark symphony. Trish leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"I wonder what will come out," Trish mumbled to herself, her eyes fixed on Fisk as his body continued to break down and reform. The sight was both mesmerizing and terrifying. His skin, now resembling a white, metallic surface, shimmered ominously as it began to harden and shift.
Bone and sinew restructured, producing sharp, angular lines across his form. The process was both painful and mesmerizing; his limbs elongated, becoming more powerful and defined. With each pulse of energy, layers of armored plating emerged, forming a sleek and imposing exterior that resembled the majestic armor of ancient knights.
His face began to warp, the features elongating and twisting until they melded into a smooth, helmet-like structure. A crest rose from the top, accentuating his new stature, while glowing red eyes ignited in the darkness, radiating an intense, otherworldly fury. The eyes seemed to hold a deep, burning rage, echoing the turmoil of the transformation.
As the metallic skin hardened, intricate patterns emerged—swirls and etchings that resembled ancient runes, hinting at the dark power coursing through him. The armor gleamed, reflecting a sinister brilliance as it settled into place, covering him like a second skin.
Fisk's transformation completed with a final surge of energy, sending a shockwave through the room. He stood tall and menacing, a Demonic Knight forged from the very essence of darkness and strength. His presence was overwhelming, a perfect blend of elegance and brutality, ready to unleash chaos at Trish's command.
"Welcome to your new self, Fisk," Trish breathed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"You will be a good pet," Trish said, her voice laced with dark satisfaction as she gazed up at Fisk, now transformed into a striking figure of power.
He stood before her as a White Armored Knight, towering at a massive 9'2". His presence was nothing short of intimidating, a perfect embodiment of a killing machine. In one hand, he wielded a long lance that glimmered ominously in the low light, while in the other, he held a broad shield, emblazoned with intricate designs that hinted at the dark magic fueling his transformation.
Fisk's armor mirrored that of the Bianco Angelo from Devil May Cry 4, complete with smooth, polished surfaces and elegant curves. The only features that truly marked him as demonic were the curved, goat-like horns that protruded from his helmet, adding a sinister touch to his otherwise regal appearance.
His glowing red eyes surveyed the room with a fierce intensity, reflecting an insatiable hunger for chaos. The air crackled around him, charged with a deadly energy that made it clear he was no longer the man he once was.
Fisk now in Demon Knight form looked at Trish as he bowed to her, with a loud thus he kneeled to her as he said " Master"
Trish nodded as she vanished from basement along with him, as she returned to Dave's home.
Trish appeared in her bedroom while leaving Fisk at the entrance, telling him to stay there. He nodded, standing like a sentinel in the decorative style of Dave's building.
As Trish moved toward her bed, she stopped in her tracks, looking at the two assassins of Fisk. "Does he want them as his subordinates?" she mumbled, considering the idea of having them work for him.
But where was he? Suddenly, she heard the sound of the shower. Smiling seductively, she began to remove her clothes as she walked into the bathroom, preparing to join Dave.
Dave looked back as he sensed Trish. "You're back," he said.
Trish nodded and hugged him from behind, pressing herself against him while her hands lowered to his sword.
"Hmm, let me unsheathe it," she whispered in his ear as his sword began to come to life. Dave turned around, pressing Trish against the wall, and then the short shower turned into an hour-long session, with the melody of their passion echoing amidst the falling water.
After an hour both walked out wearing bath robes as Dave sked " what he turned out?"
"White Bianco Angelo" Trish answered as she pour wine for her.
"Hmm, probably because of his obsession with white Suits" Dave shrugged while he began to wear his clothes, he has two guest to attend after all.
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