Mark of Trigon Chapter 12: Unleashed

Garfield gazed at the one who started the events that made up this week, Trigon.

It was now that the 'rash' had now covered his entire body and his eyes started to sting, Trigon stopped approaching and started in disbelief.

This is what he feared would happen, Garfield's two eyes became four, each glowing green, his green skin now glowing red, serrated teeth, his claws now longer and deadlier, his hair remaining green for unknown reasons.

Garfield realised now, his unstable DNA had reacted to the demonic nature of the ritual, this had caused an unwillingness in his body, just like his last visit to Trigon's realm, an unwillingness to morph into something he hadn't morphed into before, this time?

A full fledged demon.

Trigon snarled, "Now I have to kill you."

Garfield glared at Trigon, "What have you done to me?!"

Garfield looked at his glowing, blood-red, demonic hands in disbelief.

He was glad he didn't have a mirror at this point, "Now I'm just like you…"

Trigon frowned, the green one still had control?

Trigon smirked evilly, now his soul was worth keeping, all he had to do now was take it.

"Now I really have to kill you, that soul will be a great addition to my army for when I invade Earth."

At this Garfield moved his gaze from his hands and to Trigon, an unreadable expression on his face. In a few more seconds the expression drastically changed to one of rage, the four demonic eyes glowing red for a split second.

"OVER MY DEAD BODY!"

Trigon smirked once more before responding, "Precisely."

(...)

Back on Earth, the teams had frozen on the spot, had they failed?

Their gaze moving from the spot Garfield disappeared to the now crying Raven.

She had lashed out on the cultists before collapsing to her knees in despair, had they failed to protect Garfield? Had she failed to protect him? Those were two of many questions traveling through Raven's mind.

(...)

Back in Trigon's realm, said demon was sent flying into a pile of rubble, and recovered just in time to avoid another killer-blow from Demo-Beast.

Trigon shot a large amount of energy at his target through his four demonic eyes, the attack however didn't hit it's mark, Garfield had avoided the attack seemingly without effort.

Taking initiative, Garfield used the same attack, difference: This one hit it's target.

Trigon was once again knocked onto his back, however before he could recover Demo-Beast was on to him already, clawing at Trigon's body with the talons on his demonic hands.

He gripped Trigon by the throat, obviously hell-bent on killing the monster.

Despite the choking, and the blood dripping from everywhere, Trigon smirked.

Despite the fact that a mere mortal was about to kill him, he smirked.

In a strained voice he spoke to Garfield, "This is it is it? A mortal killing a god?"

Garfield snarled, "You're no god…"

Trigon continued to smirk, "Technicalities aside, Garfield."

Garfield's frown turned dangerous, "Don't call me Garfield, only my friends call me that…"

Trigon wouldn't stop smirking, it was beginning to annoy Garfield.

"Either I'll rip that smile off your face or you can die smiling…"

Trigon laughed, "Do it."

Garfield started blankly as Trigon continued to egg him on, "Kill the god, hero."

Garfield's expression was unreadable as Trigon went on, "You see, everyone has the potential to become what they fear and despise most, it just takes a single push…"

Garfield's eyes slowly became two once more and the red skin becoming green again, Trigon wasn't shutting up, "That's why they're called Inner Demons, Garfield! - "

That was it, Trigon didn't continue, it was over, Garfield had taken a life, at least it was Trigon's.

The demon just wouldn't shut up, Garfield reacted on primal instinct, he snapped Trigon's neck and may or may not have accidentally torn skin and tissue from said neck while doing so, claws right?

Garfield noticed a portal open and slowly closing, he knew what to do.