After long enough, after a sudden journey was started in this hellish and dangerous world, with every inch turned into something monstrous, terrifying and hostile, you’d finally made it to the end. You would link the flame and end this cycle. But this… skilled amalgamation… it stood in your way. A mismatched king created by the Lords of Cinder all being smashed together. Their skills, their strength, it was this thing’s now.

You rolled under one of their swings, swinging your own blade and cracking it against their chest plate. It crumbled away as you stepped back, the interior body, one which should not exist, was revealed. He had gray skin, with sweat dripping and glistening his hot and steamy body. His personality finally developed with each second you looked at his body underneath. He sensed you looking, and for some odd reason, a tinge of possession and something fierce developed for you.

He grabbed your distracted head, crushed the helmet yet not the head, threw off the helmet, and pulled your body against him, especially making sure your face was rubbed against his abs and chest. It was pleasantly warm. He spoke, protective and possessive over you now, “I will protect you…”