"Fuck, you look so ugly, like a Giant's View."
"What do you know? This is called a swollen demon avatar, and you're not much better. Compared to strength, looks are not even worth mentioning!"
"This unique appearance really grows on you, you know. If you look long enough, it starts to look kinda nice... I want..."
"A person's taste can be down-to-earth, but it can't be down-to-Hell, no, I mean down in Hell!"
"The Devil in my head says, as long as I offer him the soul of an Angel Divine Descendant, he could get me a Desire Demon!"
"Really? Now I have to strike hard!"
These players were all shrouded in pitch-black Evil Spirit Energy, with twisted blood-colored runes Inscribed on their exposed skin, and ragged, tattered Bat Wings growing out of their backs.
The players looked universally bizarre—some like overstuffed, sewn-together Fatties; some like enchantingly beautiful women; others wielding steel forks, their skin flushed red, the most classic image of a Devil...
