You fighters, always doing things the hard way. She threw off her robe and quickly concluded her transformation. How good it felt to be in her normal form, free of the fragile skin of humanity. No, no one could mistake her for a pretty girl now. Now she was what she was made to be.
Demons know demons.
Akuma grinned and prepared for the onrush of the wolf-oni. He still remembered it. As if there had been enough time for him to forget. The crisp, dry scream cutting through the dense night air, reaching him from beyond space and time, taking over his mind till all he could hear was that one, clear note. He sighed and clutched at his head.