DarkKingM

Warning! Strong language! White searing pain went through his chest where his opponent’s deadly claws burred themselves inside his ghostly flesh tearing muscles apart just a few inches away from the emblem which once made him a hero: silver beautiful D with dark P inside. ‘Symbol created by Sam.’ rung inside his head and suddenly this torture become less painful, somehow easier. Dan growled deeply in his throat in pleasure at the feeling of his claws deep inside his clone’s flesh, at the sight of fresh green ectoplasm oozing out of new wounds on his enemy’s wide chest. ‘Just a nobody who thinks he’s a strong man!’ huffed Dan to himself and pushed against his double digging his claws deeper and deeper. ‘Danny’ hissed under his breath feeling deadly talons inside his muscles. He couldn’t fight back, pain was too overwhelming. He could hear and feel his legs being dragged against the floor, then loud bang of a broken glass and the feeling of sharp shards breaking into his skin. His back