"Such perfection from Le Bello!"
The raspy voice rang out into the cold night, a freshly swindled bag of gold sitting well in his clutches. The warden didn't know what hit him... Seriously. Dampierre you tricky fucker you. But there was something that angered him. He was a master of deception, but he wanted to be stronger. He wanted to be just as capable in the fight considering some asshole decided to make him a pretty fucking hard character to use.
"Le Bello!" The clean English voice directed towards Dampierre. Low and behold, Dr. Jekyl stood in the alleyway.
"Jekyl my good man, how are you?!" He asked as he walked towards the shadowed figure.
"I am well... Remember how you asked me about that potion?" Jekyl really didn't have to finish before Bello's eyes lit up like fireworks. Jekyl knew and presented a bright green potion which swirled with an ominous white. Dampierre didn't waste no time. He shoved the bag of gold into the doctor's chest and shunned him off, taking the potion with eager hands. Off went the cork; "Down the hatch."
He threw his head back and swigged the concoction hungrily. Now in most stories there's a delay, character gets confused, thinks he gets swindled. Not th-
Dampierre roared out in pain as he felt himself shift. It felt like he swallowed magma covered razors blades laced with salt and lemon juice. Yeah, shit goes hard. His body morphed violently. He grew muscles one by one, buckled to his knees as Jeckyl's "Hide Joos" shifted his body into a horrendous creation.
When all was said and down, Le Bello was not himself. No, he was a changed man and maybe not for the better... Then again, he stole that damn money from the warden. THAT GUY WAS ALRIGHT. So maybe any transformation would be cool... But not this one. He flipped into a hulking monster that would be free from his stealthy confines. His mustached lip curled up in excitement.
"I.
Am.
Le Belloroth."