Without a Doubt

Ears flicked as he kept his gaze on his ghost of an uncle. He didn't appear to be physical...no...he was just a shell of his former self. Even though he looked whole save for the scars he always wore in life, Ignis had a feeling he wasn't really here, but as his uncle spoke, he was beginning to doubt that. His words tore into him, causing him to force himself to stand in place even as he approached. Yes...he did quite like the power that he felt whenever the demon took over. He felt invincible! Though he had yet to test the demon's strength against anything, the time was soon to come.

He froze in place, forcing himself to remain rooted where he was as Acere approached him, bringing them nearly nose to nose with one another. Ignis growled the closer Acere got to him, but he didn't attempt to attack this time. "Name yourself. What do you want with him?" His lip drew up in a sneer, pupils seemingly dancing as they shifted between pinholes and back. A low laugh began to rumble in his throat..."Blödhgarm." He said. And judging by the smallest shift in his uncle's gaze, he knew that his uncle knew the demon had come out to play. "You know what I want. What we all want. You are all no more than shells to do with as we please before you're returned to Apollyon. And this boy here will suffer the same fate. After all, red coat and crimson eyes...he's the closest to us, is he not? Surely even you would have seen this coming. It is...inevitable. This worthless shell of a man will bring us what we desire, and it's already too late to save him."

"Speech"