With a dozen wounds bleeding and a blade buried in his heart, Vincent gurgled a bloody laugh. "You think you've beaten me," he rasped, "but you haven't even seen my true form." His skin rippled and bulged, something beneath it writhing with inhuman power no longer restrained.

"Can't really be scarier than a genocidal maniac, though, can it?" Vera sounded bored, and she caught the sword by its grip as the transformation forced it out of the once-man's chest.

"It will bring you terror as you have never before conceived." Its voice now resonated with the echo of a dozen inhuman mouths.

"I don't buy it," she said.

The shape-shift stopped.

"I mean, humans are the real monsters," Vera said. "You're monstrous, sure, but the true abomination is a human, as Vince here was before you came along, slaughtering billions. I can't personally imagine anything more frightening than a real, mortal human with the will to murder the entire globe."

"Then that," the monster intoned, "is what you shall face." Its shape-shift changed course, returning to the familiar form of Vincent.

Vera's sword promptly removed his head from his body.

"Luckily, humans are much easier to kill than extra-dimensional monstrosities."