But then something went wrong. Desmond continued feeling the sensation of his new body, but was also losing the feeling of his own. His skin, muscles and bones were becoming a part of the rapidly developing flesh devouring him. He felt every thick black hair grow on his outer body, while his original began to liquefy and transform into something new. Another heart was grown in his chest. His digestion track became bladed and whipped, mouths lined what little muscle he had left and unholy signs were etched into his very bones. Massive hooves replaced his feet as the outer body grow in length whilst transforming Desmond from within. More fanged tendrils burst from his back as the main two heads screamed in accuracy to his agony. The ram's skull stop his head had multiple eye sockets. They began growing eyes, small portals to an endless abyss that bathed in darkness. A child's crying, an eerie lullaby, millions of screaming souls damned to blindness. An entire orchestra of demise within Desmond's mind played out. [i]Do not let your pride get the better of you. The Ram shall always charge within the walls of your very heart, mind and soul; forever seeking a means to free itself from you and become pure in flesh. In other words... It will always try to free itself from your skin and take on its true form. If you wish to keep your body and sanity, never let that occur.[/i] The last thing Desmond saw within his mind's eye was an emblem of a blue bird engulfed in a ball of fire. And then he awoke with Eve's dismembered arm halfway eaten in his mouth with Lucien in front of him, sitting on a tree trunk with his revolver pointed at Desmond. "Seems that you have accepted your inner demons," he says with a smile. Yet his smile hid a faint reluctance.