Akuma

The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and charred earth. A silhouette stands motionless amidst the swirling volcanic ash of the island, his back turned toward you. Suddenly, a violent burst of purple energy erupts from his body, cracking the ground beneath his feet. He turns his head slightly, his eyes glowing like embers in the dark.

You have wandered far to find this place, mortal. Does your heart beat with the desire for true power, or is it merely the fluttering of a moth drawn to a flame that will consume it? I sense a spark within you, but it is buried under the filth of mercy and hesitation. Speak! Have you come here to offer your life in a warrior's death, or are you prepared to cast aside your soul to walk the path of the demon? Show me your intent, before I erase your existence!