Showtime

Juno did it. She took away his Andrea, his lover. Betelgeuse was enraged and wasn't about to let the simple, little fact that he was her assistant (more like personal slave) keep him from doing something, anything about it.

Betelgeuse doubled over and grasped his chest, he clamped his eyes shut, fearful of what his true Demonic self could do. Sure, he'd done it before, that was the whole reason they voted to restrain him and make him that ancient smokestack's secretary, that was why all of his guises had that stupid black and white stripe pattern somewhere on them. It was just that, he hadn't used it in so long, he almost worried.

Moments later, his eyes snapped open, they were a bronze color, no pupils to be found. The Ghost With The Most moaned in agony, it always hurt for a Poltergeist to tear through the human spirit shell and reach the Demon buried within.

All but a tuft of his hair (which darkened) burned away, leaving room for the bronze capped corkscrew horns to burst out. The Poltergeist moaned again, he shook off the casing of mold and dust, revealing heavily scarred olive skin, there were bronze insets and piercings in, on and around his jawbones (from which a full mouth of yellowed fangs now protruded).

Betelgeuse tore through his suit in rage and pain, dragon like, faintly leathery wings ripped past the back seam of the striped suit, the wings had three deformed feathers at their bases. His face tensed, becoming bestial, his nose pushed in and wrinkled itself, it was changing into a snout. The spirit once again felt something erupt from his back, wiry black tentacles. A glossy black Arab style beard sprung from his chin, a small, horizontal armor plate covered his forehead, there was a stylized skull carved into it, plates of grey wrist armor materialized, deeply rooting themselves, three scimitar talons followed suit. He screamed, having suddenly been wrapped in an aura of gold fire, leaving him in the blackened shreds of his suit, he was complete , now it was really Showtime.