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He tossed his red shirt to the ground, and then closed his eyes. Slowly he brought his fists in an x over his chest and let his breath out slowly. Typically in a transformation there would be a long drawn out process involving multiple camera angels and epic stereotypical music in the background. Not in Ecotta's case. His transformation was rapid, brutal and obvious. His body simply burst, showering the entire room in a disgusting layer of blood and ichor. This was far less disgusting when one realized that the mess had disappeared only a second or two after its appearance. This left the viewer fully prepared for the horror that awaited at the center of the macabre explosion.
Ecotta, or what was assumed to be Ecotta stood on mighty cloven hooves, set on great muscular legs that were jointed more like a goat than a man. As the eye wandered upward, it would see that he still wore tattered black pants that Ecotta had worn and that they were soaked in blood. Behind him a thick, hairless tail swished, ending in a fleshy arrow point. His stomach and chest were bare, showing off his impressive muscles and bulky physique covered by bright, blood red skin. He shoulder were broad, holding his thick, muscle bound arms. His left arm had a long, beaten and rusted pair of chains twisted around it, ending in a cruel, hateful hook on each chain. The other end of the chains seemed to produce themselves directly from the underside of his arm, just after his elbow. His other arm was slightly less disturbing, only holding a horrid axe. The weapon was made of thick iron and was pitted and beaten from use. Its blade did not seem to be made for hacking or slashing, but for rending and tearing, forceing the victim to bleed as much as the user liked. Finally, atop the beasts shoulders sat a gruesome head. He was bald now, and had no nose. Only two nostrils that sat above a massive mouth. His lip less mouth displayed finger long dagger teeth that sat perfectly against each other, keeping a horrifying grin. Hie eyes were like two black coals where soft blue eyes had once been, gleaming with an inner evil. As if the res of his body did not portray a demon in all its hellish glory enough, his brow was interrupted by a pair of thick black horns the curled backward along his skull and turn upward towards the back of his head.
Slowly the the seven foot tall beast knee led on one knee, blood dripping from his skin like sweat, disappating a second or two after it touched the ground. He bowed his horned head, showing his submission to the small woman in front of him. Suddenly a deep, rasping voice split the horror of the moment, seeming to emanate from him more than spoken words would. "I am Ecotta, Blood Demon of the Third Order..." He explained. "I serve you Mistress. And none other."
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