An eyebrow raised, 5 looks around at his surroundings, instantly mimicking Ozzy's form. Fire and brimstone, a typical Hell as devised by the mind of a simpleton, of one who could not truly comprehend suffering. It was a fool's idea of Hell, devised through the meaningless method of physical torture. "Did you really think I would be fooled?" In an instant, 5's arms seemed to disintegrate. His entire body was reduced to a skeleton as the nanites moved around at incredible speeds. For a moment, the air was filled with whirling blades, a surge of Soular energy propelling them at immense speeds. It was a barely visible series of explosive bursts of activity. And even as 5's body reformed, the two figures next to it dropped down, reduced to bite-sized bits.

"I destroyed these beings' souls, and taken their story into myself. Did you think a foolish imitation by a demon would fool me? Are you truly so ignorant?" 5 stands, as he marches towards Ozzy, both arms transforming into what appear to be gattling guns, already whirring to attention. Soular energy crackles over the surface, as the two demons are simply drawn into the guns, their souls instantly reduced to a power source, temporary fuel. "Perhaps I will need to educate you as to who I am, you ignorant God. I am on a timetable, I will need to kill you quickly. So my apologies for skipping most of the monologue."