"Don't worry, this is something i'll never give into" Criss telepathicly said to Fexiryn, his high level of power giving him temporary telepathic abilities at the moment as the sphere in his claws became larger and larger, soon becoming the same size as him, with his tongue hanging out and drool dripping from it, Criss began to take steps towards the chest, slowly moving the sphere closer and closer, it could be seen that the chest had a bit of a mind of its own as its power too, began to rapidly grow in volume and made it harder for Criss to move the sphere, the chest was doing its best from stopping Criss moving the sphere any closer but Criss just kept tapping into his demonic powers, making him look even more demonic himself. The ground began to shake more and more as the two demonic powers battled it out, "A little help . . . Ph . . . Pu . . . Pushing", Criss Telepathicly said to Fexiryn but something was different in the tone of his mental voice, it began to sound demonic it self as well. The chest's aura formed into long transparent purple tentacle hands that lashed out at any thing it could, one just barely hitting Criss's left leg, causing the fur in the small area to die off and fall to the ground.