((I think that I'm not really going to have any particular order to these fights...since all of the sins are pretty prevalent in V'kleta as of late. Oh, and btw @ Vox...you said something about V'kleta loving the opportunity to bleed those swords of their souls? Pray that never happens. Final and I were chatting last night on Yahoo...there are enough souls in that one sword to blast V'kleta into a near godlike state. And V'kleta as a god = bad.))
V'kleta held up
Kir'halla, the blade as well humming and glowing with energy. As he held it, the demonic scythe shifted form, becoming first a massive sword, then a set of daggers, then a poleaxe, before returning to scythe form. Apparently it had absorbed so much energy that it had obtained a new ability: the ability to shift weapon type to suit the present needs. V'kleta had always been most comfortable with a scythe as his weapon, so he would be using it as it had always been for most of his battle, but still, this could become useful.
The soul of Wrath's energy bleeding off around him, decimating the hordes of demons around him, their souls being sucked into him to replace the miniscule amount of Wrath's energy being expended in the process, V'kleta reveled in his newfound power. Taking idle swipes with
Kir'halla that were magnified by his power to increase their range by at least tenfold, he cut massive swaths of carnage through the masses of demons around him before he sensed another powerful presence...or rather, two.
"Welcome, V'kleta. We have been eagerly anticipating this moment since we found thee resurrected in this time. The events about to unfold shalt prove quite interesting."
V'kleta turned to look upon the source of the voices. His smile widened as he realized what his new enemy would be. Before him, another simulacrum of himself stood before him, this one much more a match of his current state, yet with a different little twist from Wrath. This clone of himself was in fact, two.
The basic form of this doppelganger was nearly identical to V'kleta, but where V'kleta's face should have been, two instead grew out from a central point in the beast's head. The one on the left had wild, insane eyes, its jaws working endlessly in a slavering frenzy of hunger. The one on the right was much more focused, and almost frigid in its single-minded purpose. They spoke as one, disemboddied voices slithering out together from the gaping jaws, entwined as one and yet still both separate.
"Yesssss...look upon us, V'kleta, and look upon thyself. Know what we are, and know without doubt what thou art as well."
V'kleta snorted. Only two Sins within himself could be so closely linked as to be Siamese twins. This beast must be the merging of his Greed and Gluttony for souls. He was surprised that his Sin of Lust was not also contained within this creature, since the most prevalent way that Lust manifested itself within him was his lust for power and souls. Oh well, he would surely deal with that particular Sin later. Who knows, it could prove a surprise. For now, however...
"Prepare thyself, little V'kleta, little Slayer of Legions, little Master of Darkness. Prepare thyself for thy doom..."
((I think I'll have to take up an entire post to intro each Sin...I have a good time describing them.
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