Having realized he had fallen into a trap, the Desire Apostle did not hesitate to use the most important ability of the Devil sequence: Demonification.
His body, hidden beneath countless malicious intentions and desires, suddenly swelled. The black liquid substance covering his surface seemed to become a new layer of skin, enveloping his body, now over two and a half meters tall and nearly touching the ceiling. Two curved goat horns grew from his distorted head, the flame-carved patterns upon them radiating tangible malice, while a pair of bat-like wings flapped behind him.
His enlarged body easily broke free of the Frost beneath his feet and the Invisible Spider Silk around him. His blue eyes, now streaked with sulfurous yellow, turned toward Isengard Stanton, the detective chief who should have long been dead.
"Die!"
A filthy Devil Language word left his mouth, aimed directly at Isengard. This was a curse unique to Devils; a single word filled with evil power could kill a person.
Yet as though he had anticipated the move, Sherlock Moriarty, gun raised, flashed forward and actually stepped in front of the old detective. His somewhat slender figure entered the Devil's sight, becoming the curse's target in place of the man behind him.
In an instant, rust-red marks spread across Sherlock's body, making him look like an iron man left untouched for years until he had rusted over.
"Pfft—"
That dying figure shrank and flattened, turning into a rust-covered Paper Figurine that burned in midair and became ashes.
Bang! Bang!
Sherlock's real body emerged from the empty air to the side. His revolver fired repeatedly, expensive Demon Hunter Bullets flying from the chamber and striking the Devil covered in roiling black slime. Yet they could not even pierce that outer layer, much less harm the Devil's true