"If you believe you never did it, then it is merely a forcibly fused amalgamation of a lump of rotten flesh and your soul, created by Leviathan."
"If you believe you did it, then it is real."
"Everything depends on what lies within your heart."
Wu Heng tossed the gray mass in his hand forward, dropping it into Spencer's palm. At the same time, a dark red pillar of light descended from the sky and shone upon Spencer's body.
The wounds on his body were repaired, his soul was entered into the records, and he was branded with the mark of Blood Floss Hell.
Now was not the time to imprint Pinhead's mind. His pseudo-Hell-class power had not yet fully stabilized.
Enslaving his mind could very likely cause him to fall from the pseudo-Hell class.
Once Blood Floss Hell fused with his body, even if Spencer refused, he would automatically be branded.
The beam of light slowly moved away from Spencer's body.
Nails reappeared atop his head, only now they carried an eerie blood-red hue.
Thus, High Priest Pinhead of Blood Floss Hell was born.
Pinhead looked at the mass of memories in his palm, memories capable of restraining his soul and shaking his mind.
After hesitating for a moment, he did not choose to destroy them or deny that they were real.
Instead, he said to Wu Heng, "Great Lord, I wish to keep these memories. If I can digest the pain contained within them, I will advance another step along the path of pain."
"There may even be a slight chance that I can reach the Hell class without needing the amplification of my skill."
"Only then can I truly shake Leviathan's 'Pain' trait. It must pay for what it has done, paying with its core power." Spencer