Jin’s large black wings and fractured mind propelled him once again toward the full moon, much like they had two years ago…only this time his mindset was still rooted his human self rather than the devil spirit within, clawing at the walls of Jin’s mind.

At Honmaru, perhaps an hour had passed when the helicopters from G Corporation arrived at the scene. Both Heihachi and Kazuya regained consciousness but had little time to truly assess their situation as a large number of Jack-4 units crashed down into the already damaged room of the temple. The white feather Jin had left behind was buried under all the debris and remained unseen.

“What are you doing here?!” Heihachi angrily asked the troop of robots that had suddenly arrived. He felt another hand touch his right shoulder and looked at the source: Kazuya. No words were needed as their eyes met. For now, they would ally themselves against these intruders. Each Mishima swatted away an approaching robot on their sides and then poised himself, ready to attack the others. They crushed one machine after another. Some they even crushed together, sending their target to the other Mishima for the final blow.

However, this alliance did not last long. After Heihachi defeated several robots in a row, yet another slew of them dropped into the room. He took a couple of steps back to regain his composure. Kazuya seized the opportunity to grab Heihachi’s bald head and throw him to the floor, leaving him to the mercy of their attackers. The Jack-4 units dog piled onto their bait immediately.

The treacherous son smiled ever so slyly at this chance and made his escape. After jumping out of the temple, he transformed into his own purple devil form and took flight. Still inside, trapped by the pile of robots, Heihachi struggled and looked up to find one of the units open its own face in front of him to reveal a bomb. “What?!” Heihachi asked in surprise.

Moments later, Honmaru was hit with a large explosion. Some distance away, too far to see the body of Heihachi sent flying from the impact, a dark-skinned man clad in black with sunglasses called in on a headset to announce to his superiors, “Heihachi Mishima…is dead.”

Codenamed Raven, he quickly leapt free from harm at an approaching Jack-4 unit and effortlessly sliced it to pieces with bladed weapons that had been hanging from the back of his waist. Believing his task finished, he returned to base.

From beneath the rubble, an evil force lifted what remained of the temple with a roar.

Elsewhere, as these events unfolded, Jin descended into a forest, ending his flight. The wings retracted into his body, and he stood alone in the quiet night air, completely unaware of the transpiring events in the aftermath of his battle at Honmaru. He heard a malicious hiss and turned around quickly. There was not a soul in sight. He gulped. He already knew where it came from so why did he look as if he actually expected to see it? The Devil inside wanted out. Jin stood still as ever, half-expecting the thing to speak inside his head.

But no words came…none were needed for what happened next.

A shockwave of power suddenly shot through every fiber of Jin’s body. The large black wings forced themselves out of his back, and he roared like a maddened beast. Horns he had never had extended out from the sides of his skull. Black markings re-appeared on his chest and face, and the third red eye from two years earlier reformed.

Strangely, his attire changed as well. Deeply rooted from Jin’s own psyche of his past life, his wrist guards suddenly regained the look of his inherited gloves from his father, turning red and having the pyramid of silver notches over the backside of the palm. The change took yet another step as his fingers became menacing metallic talons. A substance similar to the newly grown horns from his head extended out from the edge of these gloves and served as clasps down on another new black substance that covered the underside of his forearms. The skin at the edges of these forearms had turned black. Chains appeared on his right arm, around his waist, and left leg. The flame on his pants changed from white to red, and his foot pads turned to boots…one black for the black pant leg and the other red for the pant leg with a red flame.

His eyes widened with the pain and fury of his transformation, changing color from brown to an icy gold.

Devil Jin stood hunched over for a moment, his new eyes staring deep into his surroundings and his metal claws dangling in front of him. He didn’t know who or what he was, and it didn’t matter. Only one thing mattered in this moment and one thing only: he had an overwhelming, undeniable hunger to destroy everything in the vicinity.

It was time for him to feed.