As Sam glanced down at the broken form of his oldest and truest friend something inside him snapped. Looking at gore and blood caking Ethran’s fiery hair, Sam felt all the anger and frustration of a lifetime of rejection and derision suddenly boil up form his core. And in that moment, Sam consciously embraced his hate; despite years of practiced control the warlord welcomed this seemingly endless sea of anger.
And as the first of the waves crashed upon him he found himself grinning…For the first time the young man reveled in the bloodlust coming over him. He relished the sharp pain that accompanied his diabolic transformation. Flexing his engorged muscles, Sam unconsciously breathed a quick thanks to Asmodeus. Tightening his grip on his spear, Sam began to advance on Skalmad determined to avenge his fallen friend. Without even attempting to control his racing thoughts, Sam gleefully anticipated the feel of his blade in his foe’s entrails. As he prepared to reckless charge ahead, Sam’ael suddenly gasped as his form was wracked anew in agony. Strangely the pain seemed to coalesce into two distinct fiery spots in between his shoulder blades. As he felt the torturous sensations building toward some sort of horrible cresendo, he found himself prostrate upon the ground. Looking on in disbelief, Antili was finally able to collect his wits. As he watched, The young fiend began to shudder and spasm. Knowing he had to act, he moved forward, a prayer on his lips. However, before he could complete his prayer it was over… With a sickening pop, Sam’s transformation reached it’s apex; as his friends watched in numb horror, a pair of fiery wings tore free from the skin on his back. His fellow guardians gasped as his snapped his new appendages out, pulling hi to his feet. Embers of hellfire lit the dark air as Sam regained his footing. Calmly grabbing his spear from the ground, Sam turned to face his allies. Ty quietly recoiled when he noticed the smoke pouring from from his leaders mouth; “this is the reason we are here. The time has come forms to stop being manipulated, to stop being underestimated. This thing and his cohorts came into our home and drew first blood. It’s our turn. The Oni that has tried to make us fools is here. I can SEE him. Now, Now we will have our revenge. Now we send a message. Let our foes look upon the carnage we are about to unleash and know they are next. GUARDIANS GUT THEM! Without waiting for a response, Sam flapped his molten wings and was gone.