First Solider of the Demonic Legion

This wasn't necromancy; it was the complete reshaping of the two soul, a forging anew to his will, bound to serve its new creator.

Gojin, his eyes blazing with a malevolent purple light, stood before the subdued demon. The air was static, charged with raw power.

He envisioned a legion of terrifying might, forged from the very essence of his enemies, and this creature was the first offering to that dark ambition.

He focused, his will a sharp, invasive probe that pierced the demon's being. Two souls, one of life, one from the abyss, shimmered within, their ethereal forms roiling under the assault of his power. The demon fought back, its primal instincts screaming defiance against its impending fate, but Gojin's power was a relentless tide, a dark ocean engulfing its resistance.