((Replacement))
"Sounds like Apollo's work." Max comments, spinning on a rolling stool, he stops beside Arren and stares at the wound. "Well, it's a clean separation, at least.." He says, tilting his head.
Alexei stirs within himself and the gold seems to falter a little, the stripe of blonde staying opposite the stripe of white in his hair. "You have no power over me, little bat." His voice was still raspy, but suddenly his eyes change, becoming the color of blood. "I hate gods." He growls, his shadow rising to cover him like a cloak, a golden vapor rises from him and fades. "They never die properly..." He collapses to his knees and coughs, golden ichor spraying from his mouth, he groans. 'That isn't comfortable...b*****d replaced my blood with the blood of gods.....I swear, I'll find his soul and send it back to the Source.' He growls mentally, the Enochian seals glowing along his torso and arms.