Chapter 8: The Difference Between Man, and God
"Tell your cunning little queen... if she wants to parley, she can crawl her royal ass to me and beg for the privilege, when I deem my time ready for her"
Malone said with a firm voice, as he continued to express his message.
"I’ll send the invitation when I feel like it. As for you meat puppets, die here, suffer, scream, I couldn’t care less. I already gave you mercy once... by letting you know what to do next, leave this place, and don’t worry about me."
Right after, his focus switch to back to his clothes, they were old smelling, but they will do.
"... This is much better."
Malone said, as he behold his new fit.
During the transformation process, he outgrew and ripped out of his former clothes off his form, and it was also disintegrated from the lightning.
However his new fit was much for comfortable, and fit him perfectly.
At this moment he wore a long black coat that hung from his frame, it was worn open, its fabric thick but flowing.
Underneath, a dark leather vest clung to his torso, sleeveless, snug, and reinforced along the ribs and spine with thin metal threading, just enough to hint at armor without looking like it.
His pants were skin fitted, comfortable, and practical, jet-black with faint red stitching along the seams, tucked into tall boots that rose to mid-shin.