Stefan bumped the boy with his arm. "I don't think you understand how the sins work. But lust, envy, greed, gluttony, and sloth all have their own children. You can go find them if you'd like, but I don't have the patience. The devil knows that. It's just me and you in this disastrous world not even heaven can fix." He spun his sword, grinning like a psycho. "I can murder you. I am not afraid to drive this sword through your chest." He shrugged. "You'd be a dangerous demon, Erik. Everyone would suffer a great deal." Stefan then watched him run off to kill those who were to shoot them dead and sighed. "I am incredibly lonely on this Earth." He had no desire to fight when all his battles were fought for him. He closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of destruction. Stefan was not paying attention. He was a rather bored, snobby royal.
Erik shrugs. "That may be so, but in the end, I can kill everyone besides you that is the offspring of a demon. It would be fun. Pleasant."
"And yeah, yeah, yeah, I know everything's fucked. Don't need to remind me." he snorts.
He shrugs. "I a little bit. And I know. I'd have my full potential reached, and I'd be powerful indeed."
"Yeah, whatever!" he calls back as he leaves.
It only takes 5 more minutes for everything to be resolved. Erik comes trotting back, grinning very insanely. His eyes were lit by his own pleasure, the visceral feeling of blades tearing through living flesh still residing in him. "That was fun!"
He holds his arms open. "Kill me now."
Stefan looked up and picked up his sword. He stood up and nodded at Erik. "I am the offspring of a demon, yes. So you cannot murder me. We will destroy this world together, just you and I." He crept closer to Erik. "You'll unlock a lot more abilities than the ones you currently have. You'd be unstoppable like me. You'd be the absolute version of you." He held his sword out in a position to stab. "I assume you're ready for the pain that comes with this process, so I will grant you the luxury that is rebirth." Stefan rushed Erik and stabbed him through the heart, pulling his sword back out. "Good luck, Erik. You're going to need it."
Erik smirks. "Blah blah blah. And yeah, we will. We will destroy all the worlds."
"I know. I'm already unstoppable, though, even being human. And 'absolute'? Seems a little Biblical."
"Yeah, whatever." he laughs, his last words before he gets stabbed. The air rushes out of his lungs and he can already feel himself fading, fading. . . and then he's in a dark, cold place, filled with mist and Mist alike, a deep void. He looks around, then goes up, instinct guiding him. He pushes his way back into the world, still feeling the icy caress of Limbo on him. He opens his eyes, which are now permanently illuminated, fractured, slit-pupiled and terrifying. He looks like a broken angel as he unfurls his 6 foot wings, each feather shimmering and shifting in the same colors as his eyes. He laughs.
"My oh my!" he says, examining the wings. "Aren't we beautiful now?"
Just as an experiment, he pulls out his newer dagger, slicing open his wrist. The blood wells, black and thick as tar, but colored like oil. The wound heals quickly afterwards.
"Oh, this is rich. . ." he smirks, looking at Stefan. "Shall we go kill our Sins now?"
Stefan watched the transformation from human to demon. He always found it fascinating in the least bit. When it took place in Hell, you could watch it in real-time. When Erik emerged from his rebirth, Stefan stared deeply into his broken, slitted eyes. His smile grew wider and wider. “Welcome back, snake face. I half expected you to have peacock features, but then again I don’t have a mane.” He helped Erik up and watched as his wings unfolded. Stefan unfolded his. They were a solid black in low lighting, but on Earth, they glimmered iridescently. “You’re wings are beautiful! Put them to good use. Now that we both can get up off the ground, we’re golden!” He tucked his wings back in so they weren’t fully extended. Stefan watched Erik freak out over the fact he could heal. “Yes, let us go kill our sins. Dad will be waiting for me—and I will be ready to murder him and take the throne. And you-” He looked at Erik. “Can be king as well.” He winked and started on the path to slaughtering the sins, starting with their dads.
(I find it funny how pride is the most dangerous sin, but in my lore, I chose wrath to be the worst (and king) and lust to be his second. Pride is just sitting over there in the corner)
Erik smirks. "'Snake face?' that one's new. And no, you don't. Then again, certain. . . features aren't inherited the same way as humans. Or given so easily."
He flaps them, and a strong wind blows from them. He laughs brokenly. "Thank you. So are yours. And we're not golden, Stefan. We're pure Hell, pure fire and savagery. We are Hell itself now. No longer shall we be judged by Heaven."
"It is our time." he screams, launching himself into the air, then diappearing in a flash, now in Hell. He waits there for Stefan.
(Lol, yeah.)
(It's surprising just how close Lust, Pride and Wrath are to each other.)
Stefan rolled his eyes. "Yep! Snake face. You got those slit pupils. It makes you look like a snake." He giggled. "I was making a joke about having the appearance of the animals of our respective sin. Not the actual genetics of demons, Erik. Nothing is passed down so easily. That's what makes surviving hard." He extended his wings. They looked huge compared to his lean body. He stretched them in an arch and flapped them down. Strong wind knocked a few trees over. When he found himself in Hell, Stefan looked at the burnt landscape, sighing. "Thanks for the compliment, Erik. It's not like you to say that. Heaven never judged us. We were always the children of Hell." Stefan was use to seeing through the red haze of Hell. He wasn't certain if Erik's eyes had adjusted yet.
Erik rolls his eyes. They're completely fractured, including where the whites used to be. "I'm not a fucking evil wizard."
"Whatever. And I know. If that was how it works, we'd be much more powerful." he chuckles.
"Oh, I'm in a good mood right now. Get used to it. I'm going to be in a much better mood, now that I can rule over this place with you." he laughs. "And Heaven judged us when we were born. God passed judgment, and we're unworthy. We never were worthy. So why not rip his wings from his body and fracture his halo? Break his kingdom, break his mind? Kill his servants, the angels. Burn it all."
He was starting to adjust to the dim light, his pupils narrowing then widening. "Let's go kill Sathanas and Lucifer."
(Sathanas is the Lanterne of Light's version of the name Satan. Demonology is fun!)
Stefan laughed, almost doubling over and falling out of the air. "You could call yourself a fucking wizard. You look like one." He looked different when in Hell. Different features of his face had changed. The softer ones looked sharper, and his eyes had a red haze. "Sure you know. Unfortunately, that's not how that works, but we're already pretty powerful." He faced Erik, looking at the palace in the background. "Good. I need you in a good mood. So, you now want to rule with me. What happened to you complaining about being stuck with me?" He snickered. "I was never judged, Erik. I was born here in Hell. My mother was human once, yes. She was the only living human in Hell, but dad has since turned her into a demon. You were passed because of your father. I want to burn Heaven with a passion. But first, we shall murder our parents" He flapped his wing and started to glide to the palace. It was faster to fly.
Erik glares. "Shut the fuck up."
He himself was sharper, his slit-pupiled eyes more cat-like than ever, his cheekbones sharp as razors, his chin more pointed, angled. All in all, the overall effect was that of a ceremonial sword: he is beautiful, has seen battle, and won't hesitate to slice you wide open.
"Whatever." he mutters.
"Shut up." he retorts, voice tinted with dark amusement.
"Yeah, whatever. And yeah, we will."
He takes off after Stefan, keeping pace easily. He looks at his hands, then smirks. "Tell me, do we have our own weapons we can create?"
Stefan rolled his eyes. "Are those the only phrases in your vocabulary. You should learn more words like: Yeah, I am a wizard, or you're adorable. You know, something like that." He turned wing and continued on his path. The atmosphere was burning hot, just like the sun that burned Icarus' wings. His eyes are dark, focusing on murdering his daddy. "You can try to make fire constructs, blood constructs, or shadow constructs. My sword passed down to me from dad." He vigorously flapped his wings, angling his body downwards, and dived towards the palace. Before he went splat on the ground, Stefan pulled his wings back to stop himself. He landed on the steps of the palace.
"Nope, they're just the words I use the most. What's the point of wordplay, if not to trick humans at least?" Erik snorts. "And besides, never will I ever say you're adorable. You are cruel, ruthless, cold and handsome."
He follows Stefan closely, then thinks for a moment. He pulls out his dagger and slices open his wrist, willing the blood into a hilt. He throws in shadow for the keenest edges, and fire for the rest. He grins as the multicolred fire flickers. His oil black blood shines just as strangely, and the only area that isn't colorful are the edges. "Fun. This thing looks fun."
He lands next to Stefan. He looks at him out of the corner of his eyes, licking his lips hungrily. "After we're done here, I'm getting you into bed."
"You dummy. Strengthen your vocabulary if you want to talk to me. I don't talk to middle schoolers." He waved a hand and investigated the entrance to the palace. "You just called me handsome, so there's a point. I also never thought I would hear you calling me cruel, but every day is new." He analyzed the doors to the palace and took a deep breath. He turned his head to look at Erik. "Nice weapon." Stefan opens the door to the palace and starts walking down the hallway. "I didn't know you were that thirsty, Erik. To be king as well, you need to marry me. I don't see that happening anytime soon." The clops of his shoes eerily echo throughout the palace's great hall.
"Says the one that just used the word 'dummy.'" Erik retorts. "And see? I have words. I just don't generally use too many. And yeah, you're the child of Wrath. You're cruel."
He grins. "Thanks. Made it myself."
"Oh, it comes from dear old Lust. Partly from Pride, yes, but mostly from Lust." he smirks. "And I'll do what I want. If I want to marry you right now, I'll marry you right now."
He follows Stefan, then stops. They've reached a set of huge double doors. He smirks, then waves a lazy hand. The doors ignite and burn quickly. He steps through.
Stefan crossed his arms. "I can use the word dummy if I want. At least it's better than whatever or shut up. I guess you're one of those bozos that says "I have to save my words" or some shit." He huffed. "I may be the child of Wrath, but you're also cruel. You can't call me cruel while you're cruel. The checks and balances aren't working out." Stefan continuous to walk down the great wall. There are paintings of all the deadly sins lining the hall. "Alright, lusty boy, let's see what you've got." He giggled. "Then get down on one knee and marry me, coward." He also steps through the burnt door, gazing around the grand hall. Stefan was going to be sick looking at all the jewels and thrones. His face contorted with disgust and turned sour. "I hate this place."
"Whatever. Shut up." Erik snarks.
"Oh, I never denied it. And they are working out, since I'm not burning the entirety of Hell to black dust." he laughs.
"Correction: I'm the Lusty boy. Because I've already killed the child of Lust." he smirks.
He tosses a ring at Stefan, not kneeling. "Marry me."
He gazes at the opulent thrones with distaste. "I really need to adjust the décor."
Stefan stared at Erik with an unamused glare. "What's next? Are you going to call me a worm? I am not that parasitic." He looked around, taking in the marble floors. Running his eyes over the light absorbing brick. The gold thrones made him sick. The jewels encrusted in them caught his eye. "Who designed this place? None of these fit together. I need to hire a designer. But we're keeping the jewels." He with drew his sword, ready to fight his father for the throne. "We can't be the only sins left, Erik. The other need to survive for the world to keep spinning. It's really unfortunate, but it's a must." Stefan caught the ring, wondering where he got it from. He shrugged and slid it onto his ring finger. "I do. We'll need to have a celebration after… well—your plans. And a coronation! So much to do, so little time!" He was about to ask where the sins were, when they filed into the room, glaring at the boys. Stefan waved to his dad.
Erik tilts his head, just as unamused. His gaze wasn't even focused on Stefan. "So what if I do? What would happen if I did?"
"I know! It's horrible! The colors clash like the Trojans and the Greeks. And I never said we'd be the only ones left. I'm saying I'm already a 'child of Lust'. I killed her child. Now I'll kill her. I also get Greed. Obviously Pride. You get Wrath, Sloth, Gluttony and we split Envy."
"Yeah, I'll leave the planning to you. You seem to have a better eye for those sorts of things than me."
Erik grins broadly at the sins. "Well hello! We're here to kill you!"
He tilts his head, and somehow manages to look even more menacing than Wrath himself. "Lie down and die, or taste our swords."
(Just casually tells someone we're here to kill you)
(Lol, I never said Erik was the brightest. He doesn't like dancing around with words, but he can when he feels it's neccessary.)
Stefan shrugged. "Don't know. Why don't find out, bitch boy." He laughed menacingly. "The palette makes me want to throw up. No wonder this is Hell. The royals of Hell can't even design a room." He waved his hand. "We're not pokémon hunting, Erik. And why do I get bad ones? I don't sleep all day! Now do I. Hmph." Jealousy flourished through him, and he locked eyes with the sins—the greater demons. "Erik. We don't tell people we're going to murder them." Stefan rushed in, going for the neck of Satan and yelling, "Too late." before he was met with a parry to his attack. He grunted and swung for the left side. The other had dispersed and Stefan was met with another parry. He growled, having enough of Satan's shit. Kicking the sin in the stomach, he knocked him down the ground. He went for the throat again, being met with another parry. This time, he used his strength to guide Warth's sword down to his throat, piercing Wrath's skin with the sharp side of his blade.
"'Bitch boy' I've heard before, worm." Erik retorts.
"No, they really can't. Can I tear down the thrones myself?" he wonders. "And I know this isn't a stupid children's game. You're already the child of the most powerful sin. If I get Lust and Greed, I'll be on the same level as you. Splitting Envy would give us more power, and giving you the others is only fair. They aren't very powerful, so I'll stay on par with you."
"Yeah, and I just did. So what?" he retorts, lunging in a blur towards Lucifer, swinging towards the sin's legs. The blow is blocked, and Erik draws his Damascus steel dagger to help. He goes full force, not even restraining the backlash of the blows he's trading with his father. He quickly gains ground, nicking the inside of the sin's leg with his sword, then his neck with the dagger. Soon after, he'd backed the sin into a corner. He sheathes the dagger, creating a replica of his sword. Both blades flash, a head falls, and Erik feels power course through him. He turns to Greed and Lust, flipping so that he's behind them. He scissors his blows, taking off both of their heads in two quick, clean swipes. He looks at Erik, waiting for him to finish with Gluttony and Sloth. He clicks his fingers, freezing Envy in his tracks.
Stefan's arms shook as he kept lowering his dad's blade to his neck. When the sword pierced the neck, he pulled it away, slitting the neck of Satan. He held up the decapitated head and threw it aside. He stabs his sword repeatedly in the body of Wrath, watching the blood flow. He was splattered with his father's deep red blood. Stefan felt the mark of Wrath shift to his body. Little fire patterns started to appear on his skin, and he howled in pain. These patterns glowed bright red, his eyes resembled the embers of fire. The markings started to fade, and his eyes faded to blue. He was panting, taking his father's black circlet and placing it on his head. Stefan went to work on murdering Gluttony and Sloth. He cut both of their mid-sections and then slashed their legs. His final blow was a slice to the neck. "Once we're done, dear, we can go rest in bed." Stefan's eyes were trained on Envy.
Erik laughs. "Not quick nor was it bloodless. At least I had the sense to make their spirits like me."
He moves forwards, towards Envy as well. He tosses one of his wepons to Stefan. "Catch."
He smirks. "'Rest'. That's a new one as well."
Stefan panted. "Who in their right mind would make it bloodless? It's a massacre of greater demons. You take pride in that, Erik." He crept closer to Envy, catching the blade Erik tossed him. He wanted more blood to spill. The fresh blood of the last greater demon to fall. His eyes had a spark of bloodlust, a fire that is not easy to put out. He was splattered in the blood of Wrath, Sloth, and Gluttony. "Yes, Erik." Stefan giggled. "Rest in the room reserved for the king. After we kill Envy, we can go lay in bed and rest."
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