I stare at the once lifeless mask, fear stricken. I strengthen the grip on my gilded sword, charging at the devil mask Majora. The devil mask easily doges my feeble attack, striking me in the back with one of his tendrils. I easily fall, notwithstanding the horrible, sizzling sensing going through my body. This battle, is not like one I have ever encountered before. Even the mighty Ganondorf would pee his pants if he saw the devil mask stare him in the eye. I could tell, this was going to be a much harder battle then the Gerudo king Ganondorf. For this enemy, had no predictable moves, and had no visible weak spots, and without my adult strength and master sword, I was basically mincemeat.
I dodge an incoming attack, the devil masks tendril almost carving into my skin once again. I charged back at my foe, only to meet with the same fate as before. I continue at doing this strategy, getting no were. Once I finally did manage to get a hit, it didn't even cause a scratch upon the masks face. I stop in the corner of the room, my breath horse from my damaged lungs. If only, if only I had my masks. At least one or two of them could help me damage this devil. If only I hadn't given them to those stupid moon children... That's it! I gave up all of my masks, to get this one. I pull out my last mask from my pouch. The Oni mask, a devil such as the one before me. The forbidden mask, with powers almost greater than the devil mask.
I am hesitant to put on this devil mask, fear of becoming a devil by using this one fearsome mask. I get knocked out of my thoughts with one of the devils masks tendrils hitting me across the room, more fierce then before. I hit the wall with a loud thud, causing me to cough up blood. I look up to the devil mask, my vision becoming a little blurry. I thought frantically for another solution, but my mind always drifted to the thought of using the Oni mask. There was nothing else to do, I had to use the Oni mask. I stood up slowly, pulling the mask out. I started at its features. They were much different from any other mask. This one seemed, alive. It seemed to give off emotion, just from looking at it. It looked Hylain, except for the colorless eyes and tribal markings on its face. AV like shape on the forehead and four red lines, two on each cheek, which bent a bit at the tip of each one.
I hesitantly put the devil mask onto my face. I look back up and the other devil, it glaring daggers at me. I put the mask on, felling an extreme pain going through my body. I was used to using the other transformation masks, but this one, felt more agonizing than any of the others. It felt as if my whole body was being torn apart, and then put back together. It felt like I was made into molding clay, and made into a new being. A godly being. My face, felt as though someone was tearing my eyes out and putting in new ones, and then someone branding me on my forehead and cheeks. My body felt as though it had a new weight, more meat on the bones and some sort of armor. My head felt like it had bleach poured onto it, causing it to turn into a ghostly white color. When all of the pain finally numbed away, I stood there, reviling in my new form, adjusting to the sudden height I was at. I stared at my appoint, and devilish glare plastered to my face. Now, things were even.
"Ready to be destroyed by a devil such as yourself?" I say, taking out my new helix blade, charging at my foe.
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