He know that he had to open this door, he couldn't bear to wait any longer. Uplifting his massive arm he clamped it to the door and reared his feet ready for a fight. However to his surprise the door was no challenge. He pulled weakly and the door creased and bent to his will, it was like ripping paper or cutting through plastic, it fell apart like tissue paper.
He was amazed with his power and aroused as well. He never had this much power in his human form and it was a strange idea to comprehend. He had ascended, mutated into this perfect life form which could take back the world from it's slave standpoint. The demons had no chance against him, which is what made him most excited about leaving this room. Just like in the altar room, he was surrounded by these challenges. Impaled or Kidnapped it was all the same to him. Just small doorways he had to breach to lead him to the bigger task at hand. Revolution and Uprising.
As he let go of the door he saw something strange in the tunnel, complete darkness. It was strange because it wasn't just dark but pitch black. Like all the light had been absorbed by the piranhas of darkness. He had entered some sort of dark sanctum which sent shivers down his spine.
He couldn't get away from it, it seemed to linger inside of him, Ever present as he looked into the black abyss. He felt ashamed of himself, before he was talking about taking over the world and at this moment he was scared of bit of darkness. He was revolted with himself and decided he had to overcome this strange asphyxiation.
He walked through the doorway and into the darkness.