They all had power. They were all minions of that thing, that horror that had destroyed his world, trapped him in a nightmare. Perpetual violence, meek meaningless monsters everywhere. Its domain was not so great as to be filled with things able to hurt him, but it had servants. He could barely see half the time, this world was not his, it wasn't meant to be. His senses barely processed the input, sounds of screaming and crying were constant when he was surrounded by them. All the while they menaced him and threatened him. The ground shifted and changed, sometime resembling his old home, sometimes a twisted hellscape. There were wastelands though, and those were the kindest terrain.
He sought them out, when he could sense them. It was a sixth sense, he called it his battle sense, he couldn't exactly explain it to anyone. But fortunately, nobody was around to ask him about it. Sometimes he wondered if perhaps the world had not been destroyed, and that it was simply him. That perhaps the being had simply taken him away to torture him. Other times he was certain, some places were directly torn from his world. Once he'd found himself in the streets of New York underneath the Empire State building, but just beyond that was twisted landscapes and monsters. In his heart he knew that his world was gone, and that a higher power had left him alive to suffer in the remnants.
In the hottest wasteland here he had found one, a powerful servant who cast rays of liquid force. He knew that his skin would have been scoured and boiled by those blasts, but his barrier had kept him alive. The violence of this world was not what he wanted, he didn't want to be like this. Every single second of every day, harassed by monsters and otherworldly warriors. The saving grace is that he was very much capable of violence, and he'd been forced to treat them as they treated him.
The servant was left dead on the floor, another was sensed almost immediately afterwards. Somewhere to the North he'd sensed it. It was far more powerful, and it was increased when he had destroyed the other.
It took weeks to reach them, the armies that had stepped in his way slowed him down marginally. They used conventional weaponry, which was no hazard to him. It was a mockery, devils with firearms and tanks. They were tormenting him, and he'd gotten used to it.
Every single second he was glad that they didn't know the secret to his power, the ever present fear that he would be figured out, that he needed nitrogen for his power. The world he was on was obviously manufactured, shards of his home plastered onto a mirror hellscape, so why could they not simply take away the nitrogen? That was the only explanation, the atmosphere was simply kept as a mirror of the world he'd come from.
When he reached the furthest point North, he found it a frozen wasteland. Not much to his surprise, North was north wherever you were in the universe, as long as you were on a celestial body with poles. There he found two of them, the raw power of the pair was surprising.
One, a nine foot tall goliath with yellow-orange skin and great horns. Very much like a conventional demon, it was able to shut down his senses. Unable to use his senses, he had been forced to extend his psychic barrier in every direction. This had countered his trick, it seemed that he needed to be within the circle to shut down his senses. He pulled out many more tricks, raising his strength, throwing bolts of electricity, he even flew. It was surprising how many disconnected abilities that he had, but he'd encountered almost every one of those abilities before. So Sigmund dealt with the first fairly handily.
The second was far tougher, in fact, he was still fighting her up until a moment ago. She was still very much alive. It was a woman, initially, standing as tall as the man. She was markedly more human, her image pressed itself into his brain as she stood there. It made him angrier because she was so very human, she seemed to emphasize this into his psyche. As if to mock him. He heard her speak, but in his mind he knew what she was saying with her appearance. "Look Sigmund, your people are all dead! You failed them!" Whatever she had said to him it didn't matter, he drowned it out with his explosions.
The truth came out when she realized she could do nothing to him in her 'human' form, and her true form came out. A monstrous giant nearly the size of an elephant, clad in crab-like armor with metal teeth and spines across the entire surface of her being. Her mouth opened a half circle and was filled with triangular and saber teeth, rows on rows of metallic teeth and venom injecting fangs, her throat was lined with spiny protrusions and she was able to shoot blood from her eyes. It was an arsenal of animalistic powers, as if she was some kind of mimic that copied every single animal's traits.
He was shocked with electricity, blasted with caustic chemicals. Blood, venom and noxious fluids coated him and seeped into his skin. Her strength was far exceeding his own, he struggled to trade blows with her and had to explode away layers of her chitinous armor to cause her harm. Beneath her skin was layers of bone that splintered as he struck it, she had layers of tough leathery skin and thick blubber underneath the chitinous armor.
Everything about her was advantageous, as if she were designed as some kind of perfect lifeform.
But like all of those with power. He destroyed her, and now she hung limply in his singular hand. The wind and snow had scoured his skin clean of what she had sprayed him with, his singular eye glaring down into her face. Her transformation was fading piece by piece, and he wanted to see her become human again. The hate in his heart was so great that he wanted to see her at her weakest, no longer twisted by her transformation, and then destroy her.
Another was approaching, but Sigmund didn't notice, instead Pikatok's lolling head rolled just enough so her face turned towards Kei'Taro for a single moment. Her swollen eyes peeling open just enough to see his figure. The agony in her soul burned her more than the physical pain that was crippling her, she struggled and thrashed to turn to face Kei in that moment. She slipped out of his hand and flopped to the ground, rolling over onto her stomach as chunks of chitin fell off of her.
Her face exposed to the air again, tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked at him. Her throat was changing back into a human shape and she was struggling desperately to speak. Clawing at the snow and dirt to get away from Sigmund who was nonplussed by her attempt to escape. Pieces of her body falling off or shrinking back into her skin, she was finally able to scream.
"Kei! Please run! Take it and leave! You'll die!" There was no sarcasm, no spite, it was pure worry. It was pure emotional care for another thinking, feeling thing. The usual argumentative and confrontational persona that she'd worn every time they'd ever met was gone. Now it was genuine fear for his well being.
But what was it? Pikatok's body glowed with a vibrant green energy for a single moment, and then it all gathered in her extended right hand. It shot out in a piercing lance of energy straight into Kei'Taro's chest.
In that last moment, she was totally human, and Sigmund grabbed her by the back of the head. His talon-like fingernails sinking into her scalp. Light erupted from her eyes, mouth and nose. A wreath of energy spiraled from Sigmund's head and to the end of his arm, and with that blast of force Pikatok exploded in Sigmund's grasp. A red mist was left where Pikatok's upper half had been, cut off just below the rib cage. Her arms lay in the snow where they had fallen, and Sigmund was coated in a thick layer of gore.
It was at this point that his singular golden eye trailed up from Pikatok's extended right hand, tracing the line of melted snow where the lance of green energy had traveled.
Another power had arrived, multiple it seemed.
Sigmund's lips peeled back to the unnaturally wide snarl that he'd so commonly worn, the entire left half of his mouth toothless, the entire right side filled with teeth that more closely resembled fangs. "Take her advice demons, it must have been you she was speaking to." He pointed in the direction that Kei had come from. "I'll give you a head start, not like it'll help."
With that, a shimmering barrier wrapped around his body, only visible by the snow that was striking against it and the warp it caused in Sigmund's visage. It changed his face, less like a human and more like some predatory big cat that had evolved in the shape of a man.