I've been to the edge of oblivion, been to heaven and hell, transcended planes and dimensions and through existence itself I fell, I've waltzed across the entirety of space, read every book beginning to end, lived with beings beyond reality and savage primitive apes.
The air shuddered, stale as it may have been within the moonlit alley. Ripples visibly cut swathes through the air, distorting the rays of light reflected through it to appear as though it were a mild rift in reality before it quite suddenly burst apart, like the final flicker of a flame, shooting from its swirling maw a single body that stumbled upon the concrete pavement. The young man fell to his knees as the vortex behind him spun itself out of existence. His hair obscured his eyes but his hands viciously tore at his scalp, occasionally tearing out locks of hair. His clothes were torn and charred and stunk of sweat, cigarettes and sulfur but his appearance seemed to be the least of his worries as he rolled over onto the ground, curling himself up into a ball as his eyes twitched furiously from behind his mess of a fringe. He'd lost.
A cloud passed over the moon, enveloping the scene in darkness as the body lifted itself from the ground, a crisp cackle echoing down the abandoned alleyway. "Finally." The young man muttered as he flicked his hair out of his face, revealing his large eyes which possessed red iris's and black pupils that seemed to drift into various shapes as though it were liquid; a trio of triangles floated into an inverted Latin cross which then changed to a symbolic sun. Raising his hands, his arms bulged for a second before shrinking with another ripple which seemed to cause shadows to burst from the boys sleeves, spewing black onto the ground where it swirled upwards, ascending in a column to roughly 3 meters height. The black pillar stood still for a moment before the boy clenched his fist with a grin, his telepathic command over the structure causing its base to retreat upwards to its tip, forming a floating flat plate of darkness which promptly exploded. The plate expanded in all direction, reaching the edges of the alley and easily slicing straight through the walls on either side and then continuing, carving several terraces in two. Grinning, the boy unclenched his fist and the plate dissipated, causing the upper-half of three bifurcated buildings to haplessly topple, hitting the ground with thunderous crashes that sent up waves of dust and debris.
Looking his hands over, the boy smirked. He would have tried something more extreme but wasn't yet sure if he could handle it, still the destruction was impressive given how little effort he put into it, but that came with possessing a body with an unlimited soul resource. The body of Winston Sharpe promptly readjusted his clothes, fixed his hair and giddily walked off with unspoken confidence. The world was his playground and he was finally going to have some fun with it.