Lp:"I focus on controlling the demon. It's easier now, with the lock, the goddess, and my love for Kyle all protecting me from being overcome. I was able to control my change more than ever before, and now it's simple to keep myself whole while using the Akuma strength and instinctive skill.
As soon as Gabriel summons the Akuma, I see my chance. I rush into the throng of blackened, demonic bodies. Akuma have limited comprehension, being things of warped and twisted evil, and are not quick to realize I'm attacking. I leap onto the back of one, crushing it's head in my taloned hands, turning it to ash and smoke, then turn and lash out in an arc, turning my sharp, clawed fingers into eviscerating blades.
As I continue to destroy these lesser Akuma, I realize something startling. Each one that I kill makes me stronger! Or, at least, makes the Akuma possessing me stronger! How is this possible? It is absorbing their strength, just like Hargon! Then this evil taint that my soul was replaced with cannot truly be an Akuma!
The demon Morteblood wastes no time, it rushes at me in a direct attack. I grab one of the Akuma near me, lifting it in the air and bringing it around like a battering ram to slam into Morteblood just as he reaches me, knocking him aside and crushing the Akuma's head.
Morteblood moves fast, recovering from the blow instantly. Before the Akuma in my grip has even turned to so much ash, morteblood collides with me from the side, driving me into the wall and crashing through it.
"Who are you, little girl, to come here seeking death?" Morteblood snarls, pinning me to the ground, his fangs dripping in my face as his hot, putrid breath washes over me. I struggle, trying to pull free.
"You don't even have a soul to save, why do you fight? Let the darkness in, you know you want to let go. You are already dead, girl."
No matter how hard I struggle, I can't pull free from morteblood's grip. I turn and see Kyle, fighting for his life, fighting against the evil."