The sword inside of Vergil’s chest transformed into a massive cannon, too terrifying to behold. An energy beam composed of pure concentrated light fired out of the nozzle. Atom by atom, the devil disintegrated. His skin charred over, his blood boiled underneath, his muscles liquified, every cell of his body turned to dust from the oppressive blast.

He’d likely go back to hell, back where he belonged. Unable to hurt anyone any longer.

Said energy beam didn't cease firing. Lingering Will swung the cannon like a broadsword, erasing all the matter it touched. From one end of the golf course to the other, it separated landmass from the island entirely. It felt the ground shift beneath it.

The ground fell, slowly, discarded from its natural position. Lingering Will stood on the course, unmoving, even as it landed in the ocean and began to sink below the depths. Water filled the interior of its armor, but there was no one inside to drown.

- LetterSequence Round 5