You should have killed me when you had the chance. (Invite)

So they would begin their little sword fight. It was all just to play around a little, Lucius could kill the boy at anytime with a simple gesture but for his own reasons he chose not to. Again the mention of something mystical occurred, which Lucius just smirked at under his mask. Lucius didn't believe in souls or primordial evils, what kind of joke were these guys playing? Regardless, Lucius got into a fighting stance. Silus may have had an advantage, but Lucius was no pushover when it came to swordplay. And of course, once he had his fun he could simply kill Silus with his energy.

"I spent not even a day with you and you think you understand me? Please. As personal as this may feel ultimately its just business. I can't have someone like you running around because i know later on you will present a problem i cannot outmaneuver." Lucius said in response just before Silus whipped his sword at Lucius'. It hit it, but really didn't do much. Was that even a serious attack? Silus then said something about how Lucius was killing himself and getting in his own way, which Lucius didn't even care to respond to. What he did respond to though was another whip of Silus' blade, this one more skillful and aimed at the body. Indeed the boy had some skill, Lucius was struck directly in the chest but it did nothing due to his durability. This fight could go on forever it seemed, Lucius' stamina was always at its peak level due to his regen so he wouldn't tire and it looked as if the boy wouldn't either. They exchanged clash after clash, Lucius quite impressed by the boys prowess. Finally Silus took some distance, not to catch his breath or anything but to continue his babbling. At this point Lucius had been hit with the blade three or four times, but the steal sword was nothing to him.

What Silus said next struck a bit of a cord with Lucius, enough for him to lower his hostility. It made him think of things he had made a point to forget. The boy was messing with his head, saying all the right things to calm the violence in the metahuman. Perhaps Silus did understand him, not that Lucius would ever admit it. The boy had stuck his sword in the floor, and in return Lucius lowered his. He had all the time he needed to kill the kid, why rush? Besides, what he did next seemed interesting. The room warped around them, not at all to Lucius' surprise. Sin's negation had failed once, it wasn't really a shocker that it would do it again. At first Lucius thought Silus was trying to mock the choice he had given Silus earlier, but as the boy spoke he realized he was just trying to make a point. Lucius then watched Silus walk down the left path, which looped around and took him back to the main area. Next he slowly followed Silus down the right, seeing it was a dead end. For some reason he heard Sins voice, whether that was apart of Silus' illusion though wasn't known at that moment.

Lucius understood what the boy was trying to say, but what did it matter? Lucius already knew not to trust Sin, and he didn't. The boy was telling him something he had already gathered from spending two minutes with the 'primordial evil'. Still though, the choice he was given held some weight. He knew Sin was not to be trusted and probably would back stab him. Was killing Silus worth that? After all, the boy was someone he should have liked. He was beyond humans, he was intelligent, good hearted, and to an extent reminded Lucius of himself when he was a boy. If he would kill Silus, he wasn't going to be played into doing it. He wasn't meant to be a pawn, he was meant to be the one moving the pieces.

".......Perhaps you're right, this isn't my dispute. I can see Sin and you go back much further then you and i, i won't be used to solve anothers problems any longer." Lucius said sticking his sword into the ground. He had not decided to make a move on Silus today, he was dragged into it. That he could now see was against his very nature. Lucius could see his traps didn't harm Alex to much, that was good if they were going to stand a chance against Sin.

"I won't continue to try and harm you, but i won't help you get out of this. As long as you stay out of my way.....we won't meet again." Lucius said starting to walk away. He hoped this choice wouldn't come back to bite him, but staying and killing Silus probably would have sooner.

No sooner had Red turned had he found himself likely in an insurmountable degree of pain. This was like child brith through each and every pore of your being while suffering through a cluster headache. If one looked they would see the ever stout Zakaken's hand literally shoved inside of Lucius' abdomen. The inability to move on his own will, nothing he could do would even so much as affect Zakaken as he seemed to speak through his teeth at the little matted haired boy. "Now damnit boy, you've gone and ruined another one of my favorite toys." As he wrenched his wrist, likely sending nothing less than pure agony through Lucius. The pain was unlike any other, the feeling was quite literally as if he were being turned inside out, his ribs feeling as if they had literally splintered outside of his body and his inhuman durability seeming to be little more than tissue paper to the acid that was this pain. Zakaken looked to Lucius and clicked his tongue with the shake of his head. "I am disaapoint, son." He said. A blast of unholy energy flew forward as black tendrils seemed to plant Lucius into the floor. The Ichor was identified quite easily as Sin. Not the person, Sin the most addictive substance in the universe most likely. It was his blood, literally. A black substance that upon contact made you addicted and all you wanted was more. The substance itself could corrupt almost anything, save for the elect with an outstanding willpower.

  "RED!" Silus screamed as he bolted towards Red and began to look over him a moment. If Silus didn't purge the Sin from his system soon he'd likely die. Silus literally just got the man to identify himself from his preconceptions, he wasn't about to let him die like this. He deserved better, that and Silus couldn't help but hang onto Lucius as best as he could. He was...familiar in a sense. "RED! Stay with me, you're okay! Just don't listen to it!" Silus screamed, though Lucius would likely have not heard him. There were no ideas as to what he meant until it actually happened and he faded to black. Then came the most horrific memory, the most defining memory that he had. The fire where he suffered a great loss. The memory was distant but so perfectly engraved within the very fiber of his being. This was the genesis. It was the beginning.

    There were others screaming for his help.Chaos and panic, nothing but sheer horror and disharmony. They all looked to him for guidance it was his call. He could have stopped them, he could have stopped them. Unfortunately now he was confronted by a half-burned human, no identity on half of them, just torn and charred clothing with half of a familiar face, looking at him with nothing but utter shock and partial disgust. "You should have stopped us. You had to know that was going to happen... why did you let it? Were you scared? Were you angry at us? Did you want this to happen to us?"

  "He had to of. Lucius was the smartest. He knew everything. B-but why? Why did her let this happen?" Another voice asked. Things were wrong here. The one looked to Lucius, though the other looked to the first. Lucius found himself standing before a charred fiancé and other members of his family he had failed. They all looked to him, some of then pleading for an answer with only their eyes. Others looking in contempt that he did not do anything for them.

  "Is it because we were weak? We were just tools to be used? Is that who you are? Is that all we were to you? Stepping stones? We were too weak so you just decided to let this happen!?" The angry voice seemed to grow louder and louder as the woman reached out to shove him. His powers...didn't work here. This was all too insane. This was the same woman who begged him to find another life, and yet...now she was here mostly burned and crushed with sickening disfigurement. All of it was his fault. The corrupting essence of Sin began to seep into his mind. The area would warp and change to a place most familiar, his lab. Although he'd still be there with the same people and 5 doors Each door had one person literally crucified on it. The first was a child, the other his brother, the third and central one was his late fiancé, the fourth was the young boy he killed, the nano douche or whatever. The final crucifix was odd enough as well. The crucified figure was none other than Daniel. It would seem he had come to a choice, though what kid of choice? Whatever this was....it was not a dream. This was real... and deep down he knew it.
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  "Welcome back my young apprentice. Did you come to ask for mercy? Or are you here to keep trying to protect your potato-senpai?." Sin looked to Alexander and smirked as he teased the boy a little. He raised his hand and a powerful telekinetic force was exerted. Silus was thrown back like a rag-doll and the not-cadaver of a disembodied Red likely fell on top of him. Sin cracked his neck and yawned before looking to Alex and raising an eyebrow. "Well if you're so Hell-bent on dying, far be it for me to keep you from it." He scoffed before lowering his hand and a blade of shadows emerged from the ground and formed in his hand, glowing an otherworldly red.

He arrived and already there was a backstabbing going on, so Sin was moving pretty quickly. ”Looks like the plot thickens.” He muttered gripping the staff that Samhain had given him for one reason or another. He didn’t mind having it but how much good it would do against Sin was something he would find out in application. Regardless, it looked like their primary antagonist was down for a bit, meaning they could focus on Sin who was perhaps one of the greater threats. Well, they tossed Silus aside with a casual motion of his hand, throwing the unconscious Lucius along with him. With those two out of the way, that left him to face Sin and anyone else would have said this was one sided, and statistically that was right. Still, statistics didn’t quite matter when dealing with things that were not quite so logical.

With the press of a button, the staff would extend outwards from its small form as the gem at the end would spark outwards with blue electricity. With what appeared to be a thought, Sin formed a blade of shadows as if to mock him beyond the mention of Yamm as a potato.  Two runes adorned the end of the staff, preparations more than anything, though their purposes would only reveal themselves when the time came. Twirling the staff within his hand, Alexander would take a stance and prepare himself. ”You’ll find I’m a little harder to kill than that.” Alexander stated, placing one hand into his pocket as things would begin to change color from his perspective.

Following the trend he had before, Alexander tossed down one of his little tricks which clattering along the ground noisily. It looked like it was going to do nothing, but that was just what he wanted Sin to assume. It would sort of sit there and do nothing, staying that way for three seconds and giving him enough time to close the distance, which seemed perhaps one of the dumbest things one could do. That being until the sound of something exploding could be heard, releasing a large amount of smoke within the area, so thick that it was nearly impossible to see through. Normally, that would have been the case for him, but thankfully he had thought a few steps ahead on that. Sin appeared as a humanoid red shape within the smoke, likely moving or not.

Still, he calculated that he had around five seconds to react and each one had to count. Upon activating one of the runes at the end of his staff, and swinging it three bolts of electricity would arc outwards from it, two aimed for the left and right side of Sin, while the third would go straight for him. More than anything it was a tactic to slow Sin down, because killing him was something he did not see as too likely with his limited arsenal; still optimism did not hurt any.

In the next moment Lucius felt only one thing, pain. It was something so foreign to him it made this all the more agonizing. It hurt so much he could feel himself slipping from consciousness, but he couldn't, he was made to endure every bit of the universes worst torture. Every fiber of his being throbbed with fire, his head felt as it were going to explode, how could it ever get any worse? That mental question was answered ten fold. Only when Sin twisted his arm did he realize the mans hand was literally in his chest.

His ribs felt like they were shattering, being tore from his chest and many other forms of brutality yet they remained where they were. He tried to speak, yet all he got out were screams of agony that sounded even more incoherent through his masks robotic filter. He would be feeling rage if all other feelings weren't being clouded by the horrific feeling in his entire body, he wanted nothing more right now then the removal of Sin from this plan of existence.

Suddenly he was anchored to the floor, he barely realized Silus was looking over him. The addictive Sin substance then took hold, numbing the pain yet bringing him into a new form of torture. His mind faded into a dream like state, yet it all seemed real. He couldn't think, he couldn't even begin to try and figure out what was happening. He was pulled into a memory he had long since thrown out of his mind, New York, the day his family and everything he cared for perished. He saw the mutilated bodies of his loved ones, yet they seemed to be alive and speaking. All Lucius could do was sit on his knees in shock and horror, and guilt and grief were about to be mixed into it all. He listened to his decreased family, looking to them with a mixture of love and mourn, his eyes filling up with wetness.

"N-no......no, no, I DIDN'T KNOW! I would never use you! Please! Make it stop! Make it stop...... I'm so sorry." Lucius said before letting his head drop between his knees. He was as pale as a ghost, wearing the same clothing as he did that night. His eyes were red and full of moisture. For a few moments he did nothing but softly sob in his fettle position, wanting this all to go away yet the loud pleading voice of his enraged love filled his mind.

Somewhere in that time he was shoved, very far in fact, But before hitting the wall behind him the environment warped around him. He found himself in his lab before collapsing on the table from the sheer mental strain the vision had put on him. As if what had happened wasn't enough, five doors appeared before him. On each, a person was literally nailed. Four of whom he recognized, the other a child he didn't. It was likely the child his fiance was carrying when she died, but that wasn't exactly clear at the moment.

"Oh, god, please." Lucius said as he approached the center door. For the first time in years he touched her face, the woman he intended to marry was in front of him and nailed to a door, and it was all is fault. He waved his hand through her hair, embracing the body with no care for the fact it was dead. The others in the room added to the horror and guilt, but his greatest failure was the woman before him.

"Im sorry........forgive me, i beg of you." Lucius said before breaking contact, then opening the door. For some odd reason he knew he had to see what was behind it.

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It was true Hector had been interfered with by Sin, the suits functions were all shut down. But as soon as that happened, Hector was alerted to Lucius' parallel, luckily the suit wasn't the only place the AI was uploaded.

"I believe Lucius to be in trouble, Daniel." The AI said to the casually sitting young man. He seemed a bit shocked, it must have been quite the problem if Daniel was being alerted to it.

"I should go help him then." Daniel said urgently getting up from his chair.

"No, i will take the exo. It is unfinished but still quite operational. Whoever is doing this is beyond you, if you go, you will surely die." The AI said back to the boy. In a moment the exo suit was activated and walked itself to the bases teleporter. In only a few short minutes of charging the highly advanced exo body would come to its creators aid.

"RED! RED!!!" Silus kept screaming he knew what was happening to Lucius, and he didn't know how much Lucius could take. Sin's process changed case by case. But first the thing he was going to live through was always the easiest. The greater Hell lies beneath the crust. After all, molten earth burns hotter than soil. There was a twitch to all of this for Silus. He looked to Alex in order to see if he could communicate with him. Alex was apparently engaging Sin, something he had to give him credit for. It took guts to take on your former master, as well as the primordial of all evil. Silus closed his eyes and a pale yelloe light, celestial serene and calming appeared as the two large angel wings appeared and folded over Lucius like a defensive shell. The wings began to bathe him in a warm radiant light as they began to purify him from his ailments and purge the corruption from him. Saldy, Silus could only purge so quickly.

"I can't forgive you." She said in response, despite the fact she was indeed VERY dead. The door began to open and slowly she was torn asunder. She was pulled apart, almost like tearing a fruit roll-up. Sinew pulled, the skull splintered and blood splattered everywhere, covering Lucius. The door opened and now all that was left was a hallway. Unfortunately the room began to spin and now behind him was a horrific sight. Every table had a cut open body upon it. The body of the woman he had every intention of marrying. Slabs of meat hung form hooks and chains. Every single body...hers. Each one destroyed in another way. Red energy sizzled from some. Fire had taken others. Some were just puddles now. Pools of blood collected on the floor as little streams trickled from them. Rusted hooks and scalples here all in the region. Test tubes fulled with blood with a petiet hand pressed upon them and pleading eyes of shock and horror. Each one piercing his very soul asking him the same question until it shook his very soul. Why?

It was an answer that would drive a man mad. It was the hardest question to answer at times...if it even had an answer to begin with. The smell of death and decay filled the area...but a lone spotlight from the ceiling shown brightly as it seemed to fixate on one space. It was an inclined table, the back to him so he could not see what was upon it. He had to have known what was there... he had to know. He had to go to it though....and if he didn't...then it would go to him, gliding across the floor with a mechanical whirring noise of gears and cogs moving. Then the table would turn. Once again he saw her, this time she looked perfectly normal and a peace. A sleeping angel of sorts. The next time he went to take a breath in though everything changed. Like a nightmare she let out a screech as her mouth opened and suddenly her entire abdomen was splice in half and opened. Her lower jaw was dislocated and her intestines pulled out of place as they sloshed down on the floor from within. The only noise to be heard was the rhythmic thumping. A small glimmer of light hidden in darkness. Her heart was still beating as the darkness slowly began to consume.

"Go ahead. You tore out my heart long ago. All you have to do now...is crush it. Show me the coward you really are." She said with a glazed over look in her eyes. The area had a darkness closing in, a darkness not very friendly at all as the whispers were faint. "Red" was all that could be heard.

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Sin's defense was rather typical of him. He simply let it hit him. His body turned to black ooze where he was struck and it slowly reformed as he stepped forward to slash at Alex with the sword, aiming to cut his arm with a slight wound just enough to be considered n annoying paper cut of sorts. Wasting no time there was a growl as he released a wave of black energy from he sword as the slash drove forward, devouring all forms of energy and matter in it's horizontal path.

Sin would react in usual fashion, becoming a thick black goo as the three electrical attacks would pass harmlessly through his now liquid form, and Alexander prepared for the next attack. Letting his left foot slide back a good few inches, he took on a defensive stance as Sin’s shape would reform within the steadily dissipating dust cloud. A slash was coming his way, the staff moving within his hands to defend him but failing as a small sting of pain lanced through his arm. The pain wasn’t immense, but he could tell that he was injured. Still, not wasting a second he would attempt to make some distance between him and the primordial, as attempting to fight him up close was going to be a losing battle.

Blood slowly began to seep from the cut inflicted, but it looked more like a minor thing. He hadn’t been infected by that substance of his, which meant at least he would not be dealing with any strange cravings soon. This was one of his smarter moves, because the primordial had unleashed what looked like a slash directed at him. Still, it was a horizontal slash, which meant there were ways to avoid it, and so he would have to take advantage of that while he could do so. With only a few precious seconds to act, Alexander dug around for some kind of means to buy himself some time. He could tell that attack was not something he could just block, meaning….well dodging was the only method open to him.

Quickly falling onto his stomach, Alexander would barely duck under the all-consuming attack as it bulldozed over him, the closeness enough to make everything slow down for an instant. More electrical energy gathered around the tip of the staff, firing off three spheres at Sin, though the attack would not be so direct. Upon reaching the target, the second rune would activate, causing them to converge on one point, and rapidly expand outwards to consume anything within it. While that happened, Alexander rapidly pushed himself to his feet and removed a few stones, tossing them forward at points he expected Sin to reform and they would explode rather violently.

Lucius' shock at the bodies response was palpable, but it wasn't that crazy considering the fact it happened moments before as well. He backed away quickly, letting the woman's words seep into his mind. She couldn't forgive him? Well, perhaps he didn't deserve it, perhaps.....it was unforgivable. Suddenly, and rather horrifically, the woman literally exploded in the most disgusting and gory way possible. Blood splattered all over the lab and Lucius himself, at this point Lucius didn't know what to think or feel. He was nearly broken, at least mentally. In the back of his mind he knew this couldn't be real, but that thought was clouded by the sheer grief and pain he was feeling.

He didn't say anything let alone scream at the sight of his soon to be wifes body being mangled, he was internalizing it, the horrors were to heinous to even comprehend. Shaking, Lucius drove himself forward through the door. Oddly, behind it was a hallway, but before he could move down it the room began to spin......somehow. Behind him appeared an even worse sight, bodies, chunks of flesh hanging from all manner of hooks and even spikes, cut open human beings all with the same face. They all seemed to be alive as well, or at least zombified, as they were looking at him with a question behind their eyes he couldn't understand let alone answer.

"Whats happening!? Please! End this......" Lucius shouted as he looked around the room with both remorse and horror. Lucius wasn't one to cry, but he was. His stark white sickly face had tear marks all over it, mostly around his swollen red eyes. Why was this happening? It felt as if he had died and went to hell. He couldn't even remember what happened before this, which just added to his confusion. He forgot about his life just as anyone did while they were dreaming. He walked toward the table that the light seemed to focus on, anyone would really. He was surprised to see the woman he loved alright, no blood or gore, just peace. For a moment he felt relief, but it was short lived. She seemed to disfigure and mutilate right in front of him, though this didn't seem to have an impact on Lucius, there was only so much emotion he could express.

The woman spoke, telling him to literally crush her heart...... But would it even matter if he did, all these....clones, seemed to live regardless of injury. Even with that thought, he couldn't do it. He had no idea what to say or do, it was just to much. An unsettling darkness filled the room, along with a whisper. It wasn't his fiance, she would never call him Red.....so it must have been someone else. He started to realize his situation a bit more, this was over the top, this wasn't real. As much as it beat him up mentally, this dream or whatever it was counted on his emotions over shadowing his logic. That would work for awhile, but Lucius was starting to figure it out.

"You're right my dear, i already tore out your heart. It doesn't matter if i crush it or not, but i think i will because you are disgracing the memory of a woman i once loved. Shut up and die." Lucius said as he brought his foot crashing down on the heart, which then splattered with blood. Whether it would kill the woman or not didn't matter, this was Lucius' first step to fighting this.


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In moments the exo suit was teleported to the sewers beneath Sears Tower. There the AI would make its way to a very specific section of the rather smelly tunnels. A wall was the only thing that separated a certain section of the basement and the sewer, and that would be his entrance. The AI wasn't entirely clear on the situation, but from what he gathered this 'Sin' character had back stabbed Lucius. Whether Silus was a target anymore though wasn't entirely known, Hector would just have to attack whoever threatened his creator. The suit had all its weaponry, but it was missing that thing that made Guilty Spark so unique. Hector wasn't fully in tune with the suit, it was more like a remote control car to him then a body as of now, but with the information Lucius gathered from the book and the corpse, that could be changed.

Eventually the exo arrived where it needed to be, then it simply blasted the wall down with its telekinetic pulse generators. The AI came smashing into a fight between Sin and the non-Silus boy, and Silus wrapping himself around a downed Lucius as if healing him.

"Release Lucius at once, consequences for disobedience will be......severe." The AI stated, arming its weaponry.

This was an awful start to be entirely honest. Sin found himself reforming as Alexander wanted to blow him up. Well then fine, the British bastard would pay the price. Each explosion did in fact send his blood and substance all over the place. In that moment, little clones of Sin began to be born, these "Sin" looked like Yamm's Leviathans...born through the same means too. Did he- did he STEAL that ability? Regardless, Alexander had three Sin's to deal with now, all of them with evil blades and a snarky remark. "Who knew you were so skilled at blowing?" He chuckled. Before Alex could make a move he spoke again.

"Test your luck? Fine." He said, in that instance all three sins turned to liquid and in several thousand strings and strands he literally mixed up the placement of all three copies. Anything less than omniscient would be totally unaware of which was which. With that they all still shared the smug smile. "You'd better" the one of the left said. "pick" the middle one said. "wisely." they all continued the same sentence as they all held out blades. In that instant Hector burst through, causing a rather prominant irritance, though Sin was amused by the concept it targeted Silus. When it chose not to fire...well his tune changed a bit.

"Now this is just goddamn ridiculous. AZAZEL!" Sin said as he snapped his fingers. His shadow literally animated and took the form of Zakaken's brother, Azazel. His amber colored eyes pierced the room as he fixated on Hector. Azazel looked to Alexander and then simply began to walk towards Hector. "I'll break the machine. Then I'll break the kid." He announced to his brother before walking off. Unlike Zakaken, Azazel was highly durable, in fact he was easily the most durable person there, as he was the first and final defense for Zakaken. Their tactic was flawless. Unfortunately the present audience was unworthy to see such beautiful douch baggery.

Silus didn't pay any attention to Hector, his eyes flashing a brilliant purple as the wings continued to try and prude the substance from Lucius. Unfortunately it was a losing battle. Silus slowed the corruption but he could not contain it, and if eh could not contain it he had no hopes of purging it. "If I stop he dies. Game over, the end. Now you can kill me and as a result let him die...or you can go kill the other guy with the crazy sword and save him!" Silus said. There was truth in what he said. The only hope they had at this moment was to hope Silus could stave off total corruption while they defeated Sin and caused the corruption to vanish. Unfortunately the odds were ever against them in the most astronomical ways. Silus closed his eyes to focus his energies as he now dug in deep and began using his own life essence to bring the corruption to a total halt...a temporary halt, but indeed it was a halt. This was becoming ever exhausting as Silus was now depending upon his own life essence as well as Lucius' to keep the darkness at bay. Lucius, however was still playing exactly as the corruption desired...and so his own life force was not much assistance.

Lucius saw this as the first step to fighting...but alas it was not true at all. His crushing the heart was simply a way to end the endless droning of his past failures. All the things he told himself. Did he see this as fighting? Yes...but as shown earlier... it is very easy to fall for the illusion of choice, isn't it? Exactly as was anticipated. Red Tide stomped upon the heart of the woman he loved. To stomp out love. To surrender to darkness. He would have no way of knowing what he had just done. For in this action, the action Sin predicted, Red Tide had just created a creature far more horrific and grotesque than any other he'd ever encounter. This enemy was silent. This enemy was unable to be detected. This enemy was far stronger, more ruthless and more callous than Lucius could ever imagine. It was an enemy with no inhibitions. It was an enemy with no boundaries or moral code. Lucius would now find himself in the room of a rather nice house with the city lights in the night sky behind them. This felt different... it likely even felt familiar. This was the night before he lost his beloved. The night before the schism in who he was and who he was to become. What was most unusual was that he had no control over his actions at this moment in time.

Moving through the day, just as it had happened. Everything was normal, like dreaming about a memory...or was he remembering a dream? Everything was so hazy here, so mixed and contorted. He would know this moment...and more importantly he would know that this was his last night to save them. Though it was strange. His mind was his own but his body was on auto pilot. He moved through the small dining room and through the living room before he went to the bedroom and sat on his bed. He closed his eyes and then opened them again. He'd know that this was all wrong. He wouldn't want to do it...but he couldn't control himself. His emotions weren't in check as they normally were. He seethed as he stood, his breathing heavy like that of a soft growl. He walked to the kitchen...and then he walked to the bathroom. Knocking on the door he walked in and he'd see her again. She was just laying there, a concerned look on her face. She wasn't a demon, she wasn't a contorted version of her. She was genuine. She was genuine as she asked him if he was okay...

He was genuine as he drowned her. Not quickly either. He even let her get air for a moment just to draw it out. Something was very wrong with him. After it was done...and her lifeless body lay there in the water....the pipes would burst form the wall and water would flood the room, sweeping him away. Then he would blink and realize...he was right back in the dining room. Every time he would remember that this was a chance to save her. Every time he tried to warn her or save her...he murdered her. Each time more brutally and sadistically than the last and the cycle would continue. He could likely try another approach and weigh his options. Before the night continued, however he would make note of one thing.... The sky outside seemed to be changing base upon his decisions. Was this it? Was it another illusion? If so...why and how could this feel so real? Were any of his decisions the right decision? Were they even his decisions at all?

Silus eyes began to water slightly. He could feel the pain. He remembered going through it. Despite popular belief; just because Silus has never done anything wrong...this process still was just as scarring when it was used on him. His eyes opened and he the light of his wings began to fade into a dim color. Lucius didn't have long left for this world it would seem. Silus tried to focus as he heard the click of a foot-step. His eyes drifted up as he saw a man with a hand in his hand in the pocket of his suit coat. The unshaven face had a rather kind smile and familiar eyes with an oh to familiar accent.

"No, no. Don't get up. I'm here to help." Samhain said with his Scottish accent as he reached down and swiped a little "something" from Lucius. To be fair he was here to help, but in being here to help he was also hear to further his own plans. with a flourish of his hand Guilty Spark's spark would vanish in a puff of smoke as his cane continued to click on the ground. Samhain continued to walk into the middle of combat, even walking straight THROUGH Hector and raising his cane to intercept Sin's sword. Sin's face and grinding teeth were suddenly changed to wide eyes and a look of total shock. "YOU THINK YOU CA-...It's you." Samhain tilted his head to the side with his own teeth grinding with venom hissing through his teeth as his unremarkable hazel eyes shined, a malicious intent displayed through a glint.

"Hello. Dearie!" Samhain said as he shoved his entire body into his cane, knocking Sin off balance and then whirling his cane before the fancy walking stick grew weeds and...roots? Yes, the stick grew literal roots that tore the sleeve off of his suit and the suit's coat in order to literally inject themselves into his skin and dig into his veins. Now the black substance that was the walking stick was literally infused into his arm, spilled and wrapped around it as his arm now seemed to be literally transformed into his weapon of choice. The red otherworldly glow singed and crackles as it convulsed like electricity, burned like fire and fatigued like the chill of death.

While his attack did hit, all Sin did was split into the substance and form…two more of him. These clones looked familiar, enough so that he had surprised Alexander for a moment as his fingers would clenched around his staff and pushed himself to his feet. Another of his off color quips, which managed to make him angrier than anything else, still with three against him things were beginning to look dire. Add in the damned robot busting in to threaten Silus, and things were getting even messier before. Within a matter of seconds, he now didn’t even know which Sin was the right one, meaning he would need to guess, but considering how well they were mixed up the possibility he would mess up was there.

However, the exosuit seemed to be more help than hurt as it caused Azazel to form, whoever that was. Those strange amber eyes would turn towards him for a moment before turning upon Hector. So it appeared as if this Azazel was meant to fight the exosuit, likely meaning he still had to deal with Sin. Things were beginning to get hairy now, so Alexander had to do something to avoid being skewered. Alexander prepared to make a move, but it was a little too late for that, a little too late as the blades would come in for the kill. Now it came down to minimizing the damage, doing anything he could to avoid taking a fatal strike. That being untl….a cane would intercept the blade, as he could see the venom within Sin’s eyes, suggesting this was not someone he wanted to see.

This was followed by an unknown accent, or rather a familiar one anyway. It appeared that this person had come to help them, which meant something atleast. That something being he didn’t have to die quite yet. Still, something about the weapon they wielded was something that sent a chill through his entire being. ”Things are looking up a little.” Alexander muttered, sparks leaping from the staff as he took a stance again. While he couldn’t trust this guy at all, maybe they would be helpful enough in stopping Sin.

As if the crushing of his loves heart had triggered something, his surroundings shifted once more. This time it didn't seem as disturbing, at least not right off the bat. This house....it was his, long ago. He and his fiance had bought this rather luxurious living space looking over New York right before the attack. Unlike the other visions, he didn't have control over his body. He remembered this day, of course he would be brought back here, even though the torment wasn't readily apparent he knew it was coming. He did the same basic things he had done that day, but he didn't want to. During this time he knew his fiance was taking a bath, he wanted nothing more then to barge in there and warn her, yet all this useless body did was aimlessly wonder.

If only he had foreseen the attack.....if only he had known, he wouldn't have done such meaningless things this day and now he was doing them again even though he did know. He went to the kitchen, got a drink, sipped it for a moment. He went to his bedroom, sat on the bed, got up and paced the room, all things he had done that day in perfect order. He remembered he went to the bathroom next, he just hoped there wasn't another zombifed version of his fiance in there, that would be off putting as he had just dealt with that. Instead he saw her, not just her appearance wise like before, he saw her soul within those blue eyes. She looked concerned, but not terribly so.

"Are you ok Lucius?" She asked looking to him. He remembered what he had said back to that, but this time he didn't say it. He did something awful. He charged toward the tub, grabbed her head, and forced her under the water. She had a look of shock and disbelief on her face, and Lucius himself was just as confused. He tried to stop, with all the force of his will, but he could not. He felt the anger and murderous rage throughout his body, but it was not his own.

"Luciu?!!!" She tried to yell as she came up for air, but was then plunged back into the water violently. It took a few minutes, but she finally died in the bath tub, and Lucius had killed her. He couldn't take it anymore, but it persisted.

"Kill me.......please, if there's a god out there, end this, i want to die." Lucius thought to himself, it had been the only time in his life he had ever been so desperate as to ask for a gods help, and he was asking for death. Perhaps he didn't deserve it, because the relief didn't come. The pipes burst, and he was swept off to the start of this vision once again. The only difference was the sky had an other worldly darkness to it, it showed no hope, it showed his broken will, and absolute despair.

One after the other, he killed her in more horrific ways. He smashed her head in, strangled her, broke her bones one by one before finally beating her to death. This wasn't him, he wouldn't do this to his worst enemy, yet he couldn't stop himself. He tried to think of how to warn her at the very least, he tried to break himself from this, but there seemed to be no way out.


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Hector identified Sin as his main target, even though Silus was sitting over Lucius. The boy spoke up, telling the AI he had to do what he was doing or Lucius would die. Silus didn't seem like a killer, even if he was Lucius' enemy. Hector had no choice but to believe him. He turned his weapons from Silus and instead targeted Sin, which he responded to by calling on another from what seemed to be his shadow. Hector didn't even know if he was equipped to take beings of this level down, but he would sure as hell try. This new shadow being focused on Hector, approaching him with obvious hostile intent, but another player entered before things got too messy. How many more people were going to suddenly materialize?

This one seemed to be on Hectors side, at least for the time being. He also showcased some kind of phasing power, because he literally walked right through the exo. At this point Hectors computerized mind analyzed the situation. Two were fighting Sin, Silus was healing Lucius, and this new person was headed right for Hector with a huge amount of confidence, all in this tight space. Hector then decided to put his trust in Silus, and perhaps put the odds in Lucius' favor by removing this shadow being from the fight.

"Take care of Lucius, Silus. I'm putting my trust in you. If he dies i will hold you personally responsible." Hector said turning to Silus for only a split second. It was all he could really say, he had to make the right decision tactically and he couldn't very well shoot Silus and take Lucius, something was happening to him that he had a feeling Silus was the best suited to deal with. Turning his attension to the one Sin had called on, he dashed off into a flight straight at him shattering the sound barrier three times over.

His highly durable body was headed right for his target, and if he hit he would take them both for a little ride. He would crash them upward and use his very powerful thrusters and immense physical power to pound his opponent through floor after floor until they finally smashed through the side of the building, where he would drop him from great height. The strength in the exo was likely enough to hold the being long enough to get him away from the fight, but if it wasn't Hector would simply fire his shoulder mounted cannons into the beings face to try to weaken any attempts at escape.

Samhain proved to be a rather badass handicapped man. His limp prominent and his stumbling forward seemed to be balanced out as he twisted and moved in graceful manners that made it seem almost like a fighting style. The bloodroot began to crawl through his veins and give an itchy feel as they wiggled and squirmed against the blood flow and infused even deeper into his body. Alexander had a little comment to which Samhain looked back at him and chuckled. "Just don't expect me to be able to make the dragon fall in love with you, dearie. You might be a queen, but you sure aren't a PRINCESS!"  Samhain said the word Princess was followed by a powerful crushing blow which was blocked by The Black Blade, Misanthropy. One of the sin doubles went to stab Smahain in the side but the blade passed right through as did sin as he lunged. Samhain reached out and grabbed INTO the doubles neck and with a powerful yank sent blood splattering everywhere as an explosion caused a rain of blood. he had successfully ribbed his skeleton out of the doubles body and then continued to fight, leaving a Sin double for Alexander. This double grew four tendrils as he stepped forward, using one as a stab and the other three as an attempt to disarm the former apprentice.

  Silus was fighting for Lucius' life, but there was nothing he could do. It's not like he had the power to pull off another reality warp to undo this until Sin was gone. By then though if a duplicate had been born...he'd not be able to resurrect nor restore Lucius as he once was. Silus' eyes began to glow rather harshly as he watched Lucius transform into  being of murky darkness, it looked like shadow had covered over him like a shell of black inky waters with strange purple light dancing across like a reflective surface. Inside Silus could see it. A small glimmer of red. Of course that was just ironic, the glimmer was red for everyone. This Red was the last of Red Tide...the end of Lucius. Once that light was snuffed out...Lucius would be no more. Things like this would be good for people like Ryan to witness. That wasn't something Silus wanted to think about though, his own bleeding heart could wait. He had to do whatever he could for Lucius...even though it wasn't working well for him.

    The darkness slowly crept in...slowly crept in. But now all he could do was keep fighting.

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    Lucius went through the motions again. He did exactly what was predicted of him. He did the right thing. Why? Because it was for the woman he loved. Doing the right thing was not something Sin could capitalize on, and between his struggle with Samhain and his former apprentice he was having a most difficult time attempting to keep things on course here. Red did the right thing...he tried to save her. He would always try to save her, and in doing so he suffered her demise at his own hands. It's what he did AFTER that which caused Sin to smile. He asked to die. He wanted to die. He asked to die...practically begged in the ears of Sin. That wish would finally be granted as Lucius was forced to relive the events one last time. This time he was approached by his fiancé who smiled oh so sweetly before looking out the window and walking towards it as she folded her arms under across her chest. She was dressed differently this time. A soft white long-sleeved sweater shirt with a pair of snug jeans as she walked passed the window, hair still fashioned in her signature way. When Lucius looked, assuming he did, he would notice the sky was pitch black. No clouds, even half of the city lights were gone.

 "It's dark outside...but...I think we both know it's not the night." She said as she turned from the window and looked at him. Her eyes seemed to narrow...but not in anger or malice, but in sorrow and concern as she sighed and smiled before walking back up to him. Her eyes were beginning to turn pink and water welled up as she placed her hands on his arms and started to brush him off. By this time Lucius would probably notice that he was depressed exactly as he was in the real world and he was rather dirty with the dust and dirt of the warehouse floor. "Oh my God...look at you." She said before starting to cry as she stepped onto him and tried to hug him. Sobbing, crying and all around grief-stricken. Lucius had felt this before. This was real but by now it was probably hard to wrap his mind around. The very nature of what transpired over and over again. Was this her?

  "I didn't want this...not for you." She said as she hugged him. Warmth...that's the first time he'd likely felt that for a while in these places. Maybe he was beginning to realize this. Maybe he wasn't. But if he didn't realize it now, with absolute certainty...it would be made quite clear to him when he heard a whisper.

 This isn't a dream...this is real. The disembodied voice seemed to whisper form all directions as the room seemed to spin and then suddenly the walls all faded away and then the voice spoke again, this time very clearly defined in it's location as he stood behind Lucius. "...and you're dying." The man said as he stood before Lucius. His apparel was definitely not something of this world it looked far too...advanced to say the least of it. Ivory whites for abase color with metal strips with glowing energy like that of water shifting and moving as they refracted light. Around the midsection the whites turned into a rather strange yellowish lights fastened into plating with strange markings engraved while wires and a power source were visible. The suit seemed to be rather...complex to even look at and try to decipher how it worked though what WAS apparent was the fact the technology was formidable and the markings on it looked...like something out of mythology or a fantasy book.

  "I'm afraid she is correct. This darkness? It's not night...it's not an illusion. It is the darkness consuming your entirety to take upon it's own form." The man said as he turned and continued to walk. It was rather strange that the man appeared to be a young man, younger than Lucius even though he carried himself unlike any youth. There was a sophistication, an aura almost that radiated from him and his glowing green eyes which sat in contrast to his mop of black hair. "I may not be God...but I am certainly someone who wants to help you. I've freed you from Sin's torment... spend your final moment with her because when I'm done you will not see her again for a long while." He said before he turned to walk away. The second he did he heard the woman step away from Red and speak up.

  "I'm going to share a truth with you, Lucius. The fact is that your beloved never died. She simply moved on to another place, another time. She waits there and lives her life. As you continue to exist in the life she left behind. When we die...we simply move on. I have quite literally altered an entire reality to have her fall into a coma to bring her here to talk to you." He explained the woman looking to Lucius to affirm this was true. She may not be alive, but then again she never died. Metaphysically aside it would seem to bear reason that this was indeed his wife to be.

  "Please...save him." She said after looking to Lucius for a moment and turning back to the man. The man stopped, looked over his shoulder and began to chuckle before it turned into a full blown laugher and a shake of his head. "Please...He doesn't deserve this. He doesn't deserve to die like this and he doesn't deserve what you're going to do to him. Please...I'll suffer for him, I'll do whatever it takes. Just...let the healing be enough!" She pleaded, still tearing up and basically wailing. The man closed his eyes and groaned at the pleading look.

  "Unfortunately the one healing Lucius cannot heal him. There is far too much darkness in your "husband" than there is light. The poor young boy is sacrificing his life force for a futile cause. Your husband is going to die, and I am rather obligated to take him to a rather unpleasant realm after this one. Fortunately it's not what you're people call "Hell"... It's very, VERY sad though..." He said as a chair formed out of nowhere, the darkness still closed in on the area, though he seemed unphased.

  "You said it yourself he was destined for more than this! You said you wanted to help him!" She challenged the man smiled at her and then Lucius and sighed before nodding.

 "Oh he WAS. That was before all of this went down. Surely you don't want to waste his final moments with you bickering over why I can't send him back.- Can't or won't!?- Won't-Then how are you any different than he is!? You won't even give him a second chance! You're letting him die." The bickering ended with a gust of wind and silence falling on the area. The man looked to her, then to Red and he sighed.

 "Fine...If he wants my help then this choice belongs to Lucius." He said before standing and stepping forward before the reunited couple. "Lucius. There is a young boy. One who has only ever tried to help you. One who saw the goodness in you when you were on the verge of darkness. A boy that now pours his very soul and is on the verge of tears as he uses his own life force to try and sustain you and bring you back. A boy whom you've only ever tried to kill and utilize as a piece in your nefarious puzzle. Tell me, Lucius. Who will die today? Will the child savior die so that you may return to correct yourself while knowing you will meet your beloved again one day? Or will you accept your fate as it stand?" He asked, looking for her to him and his piercing green eyes virtually demanding an answer. The darkness was closing in ever more now and finally the gong occurred from the Grandfather clock.

  "Death is at hand. So tell me, Lucius. What's it going to be?" Zell looked to the woman, the woman who knew Lucius better than anyone...maybe even better than he knew himself. Then he looked to Lucius to hear his verdict.

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 Despite his best efforts Silus eyes faded as he looked in sheer terror as the darkness consumed Lucius, regardless of his decision. His fate was sealed as the battle of Sin and Alexander and Samhain continued on.

Despite the pronounced limp, this unknown man was more than capable of holding their own. At least that meant he wouldn’t have to worry about him, granted he hadn’t given them any reason to worry in the first place. Within a second this guy had destroyed one of the doubles, while another one would turn their sights upon him. As it seemed this guy was pretty adept when it came to quips, but a response could wait when he wasn’t about to die. With little time to think and act, he tossed another pebble past the doubles head, meant to do nothing more than miss. However that was the intention, as he activated another within his pocket and in an instant Alexander seemed to blink from existence.

That was until he appeared in the location where that rock had been thrown, Alexander raising his weapon to strike as fast as possible. Hopefully before this double had a chance to react, he could ram the dangerous end of the staff into the back of Sin’s neck.

Finally the cycle ended, but would another form of torment replace it? He didn't know how much more he could take, he just wanted to die. That is, until he saw her. His usual reaction would have been to run to her immediately, but after what had just happened he was literally afraid of what he would do, even though he felt like he had control again. He just watched her, listened to her. She said something about the sky, Lucius himself had thought that odd, but he didn't really have a moment to focus on it during the vision of killing his love over and over again. He didn't comment on that statement, he just stared at her with watery eyes. Was this still an illusion? It was her, deep down he knew. Her presence filled the room not like the others before, was this just a more convincing way to mess with him or was she here? That question was answered by the woman before him advancing in the same caring way she used to, it felt almost as if he were hurt and she knew it, but he felt alright now that she was here.

Once she got to him she gently brushed the filth off him, only when she did this did he realize he was wearing his gear, save the mask. He dropped out of his trance, he was aware now that this wasn't a mere illusion. She cried, no, sobbed as she hugged him, seeking comfort in his arms. He returned the embrace, not knowing entirely what was going on but he knew for sure, this was his fiance. Even though she was crying he couldn't help but smile, this was the first time he had seen her, for real, since that day. She then said something that confused him, she didn't want what for him? Rather then question it, he just tried to console her, she seemed to be in a fit. As if to confirm it was all really happening, a voice filled the room, telling him this was real. The room seemed to disappear around them, and the location of the voice was made apparent. The voice told him he was dying, but this he already knew as well, in his core.

"...I know." Was all he said, he genuinely knew he was passing, but he didn't fear it, not with his beloved here. She looked at him even more concerned when he said that, she looked nearly as distraught as him. The strange male before him seemed almost godly, and Lucius knew he had stopped whatever Sin was doing to him. The young man then explained the darkness, at least roughly. It seemed his own evil, his own darkness, was going to take on its own form. Not something Lucius entirely understood, but then again there were many things happening he didn't understand. From what he gathered, this man was here to take him to the after life. He was told that this was indeed his fiance, and this was real. The man manipulated an entire reality just to allow her to speak with him, that Lucius was grateful for, but he still felt spite. He was told to spend a final moment with her, it didn't seem fair, he was reunited with the person he loved most just to have her stricken from him. But what was he to do? All he could do was what the man said, and that was enjoy his final moments. He brought her close to himself, then kissed her passionately. It had sorrow in it, he was saying goodbye.

"I love you.......and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all I've done. Know that wherever you go after this. As you once said to me, live for us both." Lucius said as he held her in his arms. Once he pulled away from her, the woman he loved asked the man before them to save him. She was desperate, desperate like he was, he didn't want her to feel that grief. He disagreed with her statement that he didn't deserve it, if this experience had shown him anything, it was that he deserved death. However, she didn't deserve to lose someone she loved, for the second time.

"My dea-" He tried to cut in, but was driven over the top of by the pairs debate. She was crying more profusely now, which Lucius responded to by hugging her once again in an effort to calm the woman. The man groaned as if put off by her pleading, then explained exactly why he was reluctant to save him. This sent the conversation into a relentless argument which Lucius could only listen to, she was bargaining for his very life. It finally abruptly ended, with a sort of pulse of wind that made everything go quiet. The man then brought his attention to Lucius with an offer.

Lucius considered what he had said, Silus was trying to help him? Why? What did he have to gain saving someone who had been mostly antagonistic toward him?  He felt bad for the boy, truly. Why was he literally using his life force to save such an evil man. Lucius knew he was the one that deserved it more, Silus had proved himself to be the purest of beings, saving someone with little light in them just to salvage some potential good. The boy had to live, even knowing he would never see his love again, Silus was the one that had to go on. He would help the world more then Lucius in the end, he would save damned men such as himself, he deserved to keep living.  

"You know what the right choice is my dear, its what the man you once knew would do. Please.....forgive me for this, but it must be done." Lucius said to his sobbing fiance before finally pulling away and turning to the man.

"Take me, the boy doesn't deserve to meet his end on my account."


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Hector was successful in removing this new threat from the field, launching him through nearly 40 floors of the Sears Tower. People inside the building ducked and covered, then went to the windows once the two smashed out of the building. Hector then dropped the man, flying after him at wicked fast speeds as he threw punch after 200 ton punch. Once they finally hit the ground it would likely form a crater, and from there they could duke it out to a finish.

Alexander was able to easily decapitate the Sin clone with an explosion of black blood everywhere. Sin himself was quite busy as a cripple seemed to use his own gimpiness to his advantage. The man's limps and buckling knee allowed him to fluidly and easily dive and roll off the ground then using his scythe as a post in order to stand. Sin roared as he unleashed a flood of big and inkly blackish blue tendrils from his chest as they reached out and tried to consume the Eldritch, unfortunately the tendrils went straight through the cripple who just calmly and slowly began limping towards Sin with a rather wickedly mischievous smile with an unholy glint in them. The tendrils then rerouted themselves and buried themselves into the ground. The tendrils began to go through the ground before bursting through the floor and then diving back down, dolphin like technique as they seemed to leap over one and other as they began to make a weave of tendrils all through the ground. Eventually the tendrils all shot out around Alexander form every angle and arched down to pierce him from above.

Well everything seemed to come around full circle. Lucius made the right decision. Good, after all that was the whole reason Archon had brought his most beloved soul to greet him. Zell was a living testimony that when you were around the one you loved...the one you truly loved... you could change. Something in that one person reacted, it was literally like chemistry. You reacted and whenever you were around one and other there was something in that reaction that forced the light to press through all the darkness. It was something very powerful, something that could not be contained. It changes you. Love changes you...there was something to be said about that. It was a reminder of just how powerful the little guy was and how situations just seemed to unfold around him, both predestined and coincidence.

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After being thrown through Sears tower all the way up and literally thrown back, Azazel remained still for a moment before letting out a little cough, the drywall and splinters went everywhere. as he let out an annoyed sigh and pushed himself up a little and his yellow eyes began to glow with glowing red veins and corrupting black ilk crawling from them onto his skin to give him a rather interesting looking "tattoos". With a forced grunt he stepped forward and slammed his foot into the ground. The crater was only worsened and a decent amount of rubble was thrown into the air as he punched the pieces. With fists of fury and a moment of enraged concentration he punched six pieces of the now unearthed area and sent them flying at mach speeds to try and hit hector. These likely wouldn't cause too much damage, a small dent or scuff at worse as they crumbled upon contact. Though there was an interesting rational as to why these things did not crumble upon contact with Azazel's fist that would remain a mystery for poor hector to speculate.

His debris attack proving to test the enemy durability Azazel smirked at the robot before taking off, charging head first at him with skill, pretty fast speeds and his obvious durability and superior strength.

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"Indeed...you are a very curious man Lucius. I've been watching you for a good while now. You're little friend and his pharmesudical tank-breeds as well. Know that you and your friend are being watched with extreme interest...and the next time you see me we will change this world in ways you cannot even fathom." He said as he placed a hand on Lucius' shoulder and with his other hand took Lucius hand in his own like a firm handshake, a crushing grip almost crippling as a seafoam and cyan colored energy radiated off of the Archon's hand and surged up his arm, cracks of the energy bursting through the skin. "You've been broken free of your strings little puppet....but now it's time to become a real boy."

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Silus watched as everything began to unfold though the entire battle seemed to distant now. Silus watched over his charge, Lucius. He failed to save Lucius. That hit like a knife to the heard as the entire front of Lucius exploded, armor and all. Blood splattered everywhere, covering Silus' white wings before they reseeded and left streams of blood on his back and splatter on his face. From the chest cavity outward was a splattering of black blood, the inky substance as it all began to flow, ebb and crawl to conjoin, taking a new form. This new form was certainly new in ever aspect of the word. The man looked to be hardly a man anymore with monstrous clawed gauntlets with a rather unnerving grey-silver armoring with blood that continually danced and swirled about in reaction to the moisture in the air, a unique kind of appearance for every encounter to be sure. He wore a frayed hood with half his mask missing, the right half and a cybernetic eye that seemed to glow blood red to match the sickly blue-purple scar that seemed to be claw marks across that side of his face. His voice modulator made his voice deep, bellowing with an inhuman growl to it as the dark incarnation drew it's first breath, upon it's exhale was a mist of shimmering red energy spackled with a dark miasma as it filtered through the mask. The mask itself was visibly drilled and punctured INTO his skull, proof of it being the mark in the upper right area of his face where a bolt still persisted. Over the mouth was a guard like device that wrapped around his jaws was literally turned into a monster like maw of fangs with a metallic base, each fang made of the red and black energy while the mask then remained scratched, chipped and jagged remaining left side of the upper mask remained in tact.

His suit was a combination of the horror genre and a sci-fi convention. His entire body seemed to be encased in a clad power suit, a secondary skin really as tubes and vials of gowing red and black energy. His chest plate was adorned with a central filtration unit that apeared ot be a sphere with blood inside it while his right arm seemed to have little holes all throughout the armor for no apparent reason. His metalic coated torso led down to matallic looking legs with each area of the outer thichs covered in what appeared to be vials of this energy wrapped around the legs similar to a cowboy's bandaleer. Farther down the leggings revealed diamond like protectors over the knees and black ribbed armor beneath that appeared to have a lustrous sheen. His lower legs were equiped with regular shin plates that covered the entierty of the calf with two large box's by the ankle areas. Finally his feet were jointed together, each "boot" different. The left boot had a human skull and it's upper jaw, the teeth curling around where the toes should have been. Behind that there were bones working their way back to the base of the superior side before it joined at the shin. The right foot was not even human at all. It was a three probged foot, two toes pointed forward and one in the back, giving the indication of a capitol Y, each one having glowing ferocious talons that seemed to be made of the energy. Formed over him was a straight jacket, a traight jacket that was literally painted black with leather staps behind it. The black straight jacket was freyed and torn open, though it highly reflected that of a priest's arrangement. Just outside of the trench coat on the left shoulder were some small protusions. Further examination would reveal that there were several tesla coils, some small someof them a little bigger, but finally there was ont large tesla coil about a foot tall dug into his back that was alight with the energy. On the left shoulder it could be seen that there was quite literally five chambers along the shoulder and inside each of them was a heart that looked black as sin with a faintly glowing red in them.

Silus looked in utter horror at what he had witnessed, this creature... this monster looked to Sin, then to Alexander and Samhain and then to Silus with a narrowed cybernetic eye what let out a buzz and a whirring zip as it's lenses focused in and it began to chuckle.

"Well... Hello." It said with the unholy deep voice that could scare Satan into pissing himself. Samhain looked at this thing with his jaw agape and Sin chuckled as he pulled up up on the tendrils, wiping the area clean as they receded, the entire ground between him and Alex now a pool of nothing but Sin.

"I will be your nightmare for this evening... so tell me. What are your fears? Do you fear trecherous height from which you fly? Do you fear the waters as they slowly wash through your hair flooding your lungs until there's not an ounce of air remaining, the gasps you try and the screams for help and yet there's nothing that can help? Do you fear the cold and lonely desolate realm that is Isolation, the knowledge that there is in fact no one to hear your cries for help as day after day you slowly slip away and no one ever notices? Do you fear the monsters that hide in wait, that prey upon your fear and leave you helplessly wondering when they will strike? Well...If you fear those things...you are wrong. " He said with a chuckle that turned into a bit of a cough as he started to move towards Silus.

"It is I that you should fear. Because through me, I will make all of those things come to fruition. I will drop you from the heights of your pretentious glory, I will drown you in your sorrows as I remove your foolish notions of survival, I will take everything form you and leave you stranded, desolate and all alone...well...not all alone. No. I will be there. It will be you and I...and then I will find you...and I will burn your world down piece by piece, I will undo your legacy, I will remove your innocence and I will tear your very soul asunder...all while I watch your pathetic excuse of an existance burn." He said as he finally reached Silus and the emchanical eye fixated on him as a clawed guntlet of a hant reached out ane with a thumb brushed a hair off of the fear-striken boy's forehead. "Out of respect for what you tried to do for me...I think I will kill you the slowest." He said as his voice raised, pressing a finger into his forehead and slicing the skin, drawing blood. Silus yelped and jumped back, trying to scurry away backwards as the creature took a step forward with a chuckle.

In that moment a seafoam greenish energy mixed with cyan flashed as the strange "elecctricity jumped over and all throughout the wound of Lucius, the energy like hands forcible breaking bones back into place and shocking the skin to heal, leavung no mark of damage. Following it there was a moment of silence as the evil incarnation glared at the corpse and then looked to Sin.

"...What the Hell was that?" It asked with a snarl, almost as if demanding an answer. His response was quick as Lucius eyes opened and they were engulfed with the very energy that resurrected him and that energy fired out blowing up the evil incarnation in it's entirety. Lucius would likely be back in his own mind now, confused and dazed perhaps as to what just happened. Sin rolled his eyes with an exasperated scoff.

"What in the Hell is going on? Is there a fire sale on second chances!?" Sin snapped verbally before he then snapped his fingers and suddenly all powers of Lucius had left him. "It doesn't matter, so long as I'm here there's nothing any of you can do about him." The second he said that he noticed Samhain's eyes fixate on him with a fiery vengence. Perhaps he didn't think that through all to well. Samhain charged him, a scythe locking with his blade before sliding down it. Not Samhain and Sin were literally against each other the scythe resting percectly agains Sin's throat, causing a minor state of panic, only minor as his sword had protected him.

"Well then we'll just have ta kill ya." He said as he used his good foot to stomp on Sin's toes before using his bad knee to literally buckle and fall to the ground before trying to deliver a swift kick to the groin.

The dark incarnation of Lucius was now entirely reformed and it chuckled as it patted itself down before looking to Lucius. "Please tell me you're not going to try and save them. That worked out for us SOOOO well last time." It said rather snidely as it cracked it's neck and turned to Tide, apparently this was where it got fun.

The fight with Sin was not quite done yet, as the cripple seemed to be making some ground within this conflict. His staff had managed to decapitate the primordial’s clone, black blood splattering from the stump that had once been a neck. However, Sin was now angrier than anything else as he tried to Samhain with more of those black tendrils and yet he found that to be an almost worthless tactic. Meanwhile, he had to deal with those same tendrils rising from the ground to attack him from above while also keeping him from moving out of the way by forming a defensive wall around him. ”Not good.” He muttered under his breath, rapidly trying to think of a means by which he could get out of this. However, it didn’t look like he could do that, at least unscathed.

Quickly twirling the staff, electricity would dance off from the weapon as it diverted the tendrils enough while a few sparks would dance off from it, piercing the wall around him. There was a small gap within them but enough that he could move, rapidly throwing himself through this hole. Alexander could feel the tendrils damage his leg, but this damage was far better than dying. His right leg had taken some damage, the pants ripped up pretty good with some nasty looking gashes bleeding profusely, soaking the material dark red. Using his staff, Alexander propped himself up only to see the birth of a new monster. A twisted and hideous monstrosity that seemed a mockery of the original more than anything, but at the same time they were something that he felt an almost primal fear of.

Each word they spoke dripped with pure malevolence, speaking of danger that perhaps Lucius could not even hope to drum up. However, despite that speech and Lucius appearing dead, it looked like something had happened, repairing the damage done to the villain and bringing life into them once again, though what the energy that had done it was he did not know. Sin appeared as if he were surprised by this, Samhain attacking him while the evil from within Red would reform. With his fast the blood was flowing, well Alexander could tell he had around maybe three minutes at the most to finish this up, and that was being generous. Attempting to put pressure on the limb was painful, but he could manage for now.

”Oh well, I guess I have no choice.” He muttered under his breath, spinning the staff and unleashing a few more bolts to help out with Samhain and his fight against Sin.

Lucius figured he was about to die, and not only that, he was essentially hell bound. Was the boy even worth it? To him, at this moment, staring at the compassionate woman before him, yes, yes he was. His fiance knew what he said was true, she knew to let the boy die was wrong, and even though she was in an incredible amount of grief, she was proud of Lucius. That is, until the mysterious man spoke. What he said confused Lucius....was this merely a test? Was he truly fated for more? It sure seemed that way, because he got his second chance. The man took his hand, sending a brilliant energy up his arm and through his entire body from the firm grip he held. It was almost painful, but the sensation of the energy easily overpowered it.

The man then said something familiar, very familiar in fact, it sounded like something Silus would say. Were they....more related then the man had let on? Either way, he now understood what Silus had meant all the times he had called him a puppet, and he took the words of this man to heart. He felt himself die, he saw what was most likely the white light everyone described, only to be jolted back into reality in mere moments. Lucius was groggy, he almost felt hung over, yet the feeling was good, he felt.....purged. He let his eyes wonder to the monstrosity in the room, whether he wanted to admit it or not, that horrifying creature was him, his darkness. The energy that had brought about his resurrection almost involuntarily shot out, causing the being to explode violently.

"I'm a real boy." Lucius said, a sly smirk forming across his face. If it wasn't already obvious who had brought him back, the comment would confirm it. Unfortunately this dark version of himself reformed, making a comment that truly pissed Lucius off. Lucius looked to Silus, almost protectively, thanking him without even saying it. He circled around his target to where he was between this monster and Silus, one could say he was shielding the boy, just as he had been shielded in his time of need.

"It was you wasn't it? Sin couldn't have known any of that. You were tormenting me......i was tormenting myself... I couldn't be any more disgusted right now." Lucius said, putting on his mask that had fell off sometime during that whole fiasco. Powers or not, he was going to kill this thing. He was afraid yes, not too die though, he was afraid to lose because if he wouldn't stop this being, no one else would.

Charging forward Lucius preformed a rather flashy spin kick, one intended on hitting this darkness in the head. But its intent was not to damage, only to hide the fact he let a shock module fall onto the beings knee mid movement. If it did manage to stick onto the being, it would activate, sending a huge amount of electricity into the armor in an attempt to short out as much as possible. Lucius then showed his hand to hand skills by literally kicking off his doppelganger into a flip backwards. Upon landing he would detonate the bomb he left near his target, but knowing his own durability, it would probably do very little.


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Hectors speed advantage would definitely come into play in this bout, but that wasn't to say it was such a huge difference that the battle seemed one sided. On the contrary, the being was both stronger and tougher, so Hector could easily be beaten regardless of speed. He had to make a choice though, form duplicates to try to overpower his enemy with numbers thus revoking his self repair systems, or just try to slug it out with this guy to see who could take the most. He decided on the latter.

The chunks of rubble came flying at Hector, which mostly bounced off or caused a minor dent in the alien metal. Not even worth repairing. It looked to be a sizing up attack really, as right after his opponent came charging. Reacting to this Hector armed both his wrist mounted missiles, waiting for his target to get close to reveal the attack. Once his opponent got ten feet from him, Hector launched both missiles at the being, which would cause a horrific and violent explosion on contact, each.