"That's fair." Erik laughs, looking in the corner where Pride had died. Now that he was looking, there was more blood than he'd realized, a bit of it his own. He grins darkly. "I'll take pride in it, for sure. I am taking pride in it."
He steps closer. "I look forward to it then."
He launches himself at Envy, who has no time to react, or defend himself.
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Stefan grinned like a mad man. "Of course it's fair. He had slaughtered the fallen, and we will rise up from the ashes." He was excited, launching himself at Envy before Erik could. He stabbed his weapon right in the demon's chest over and over again. Nothing could stop him from tasting the blood of freedom, the blood of royals, the blood that granted him ownership of the throne. It was a glorious day, far more glorious than any other he had commemorated. Letting the last blow go to his partner, he looked at the bloody mess. "Servants can clean this up. I have things to do with you!" Stefan looped his arm through Erik's and smiled. What a glorious day!