Even when his strength with reason

are fragmented,

the two are immense,

it is a power he would have

rarely thought about;

despair similar to his first kill,

strength fully recognised,

his power with spirits displayed

with mighty truth undisputed;

his actions are his second heart,

multiple arms crossed over his chest,

fingers turned into cursed objects,

eyes closed when occupying a different body;

the acknowledged host before him

forces legends into truth,

overpowered with visible despair;

other him bears his known face

and comments with quiet taunts,

a manipulative immortal possessing a brat;

he is arrogant but he cares,

light-coloured kimono on hard shoulders

adorned with inky black lines,

incarnated fragments golden;

aware of the two-segmented truth,

the rarely-praised demon remains.