Theodore
After a while, the anomaly had finished roaming the streets. There was no one intresting to see, nowhere left to go or anything fun to do, so he just fell in the corner of an alleyway. He clutched at his chest, but his fingers quickly dissolved into black goo along with his face, as if his body was a melting plastic doll.
Ţ̴̖͙̗̎̽̆ͧ͛̑͑ͣh̻͔̹̹̹̟͙͎̄͌̈́̋̋͝i̧̖͚̹̻̙̔ͫ̆͐͆͘͠ş̲͉͙̹ͧ̂ͧͬ͑̑͆͂͝ ̡̘̻ͩ̔ͫ̉̈͐b̫̺̱͉̣́ͥ̓͒̃̾́͡ơ͇̜̼͎͖̰̥̩ͦͬͥͅd̊̊͆̐̋ͩͥ̍̿҉̸̖̺͔̙̳͙͖̗ÿ̧͎̖̖̗̔̏͝.̃ͩ҉͉͙͙̹̙͘ ͎̭̱͛̑ͪ̊ͦ̏̈́̓̀͘ Û̎̈̌́͏̹͖̻̝̖̭̭̣̥n̶̞͔̫͇̟̖͉ͮͧ̋͒͆̌r̢̃͛҉̢̥̥̪͇e̷̳͔͑̋͒̍ͮ̉ͨͬl̘͉͊̐͐į̻͕̗̯͍͓̅͒͢͞ͅͅa̭̰̻ͬ͞b̡̡͔̼͉͉ͧͣͨ̓l̵͕̦̰͉͇̏ͨ̌͑͆e̬̰̼̊ͦ̃̋̃̑͐̀̚.̴̛̳̙̮̳̹̫̊̇͊͠
Vanguard Tohuw Theodore It's consciousness was struggling to stay afloat, keeping it's body's hivemind, its legion under control and unity. Order.
"Haaah...damn..." He panted, lying on the ground pathetically in such an humiliating position. Was this what that demon had planned for him? The fate that he had reserved him to avenge her??? Foolish, he would not be bound by fate. This meaningless, disgusting world, he had to destroy it and build it anew. His ending, his fate. He would change it. He would-
Not yet.
The humanoid form was dripping down like glue, barely keeping its form or resemblance. However, even with such a deformed, unsightly face, the demon managed to smile. Yes, he was in control. He still had control. Control. It was his body, his soul, his servant. He was the master, like hell he would not let a mere demon make a mockery of him.
You keep up with me.
The black grotesque mass burst into a bulbous form of tendrils, erupting like a fountain everywhere only to reunite and make his shape anew. Meaningless, meaningless, MEANINGLESS!
And from the shadows of the alleyway, a young man emerged, walking in a haggard, empty fashion. But for as dead as he seemed, one thing did not yet change. He was alive. He was HIM!