His other hand moved to grip the other side of the Emissary's jaw.
"Let me educate you on the difference between confidence and delusion."
Jack pulled suddenly with explosive force as he applied force in opposite directions.
The Emissary's jaw shattered first, bone fragmenting under pressure that exceeded what biological material could withstand.
Then his skull split, the crack spreading down through his neck, his torso, his pelvis.
The demon tried to scream, but his throat was already being torn apart.
Blood sprayed in arterial bursts, painting the stone floor in patterns that would have been artistic if they weren't visceral proof of brutal execution.
Jack ripped the Emissary completely in half from head to crotch, separating the body into two symmetrical pieces that fell to either side with wet thuds.
He stood there for a moment, both halves of the corpse at his feet, golden lightning still crackling across his transformed state.
