†Semi-Intro† Lucian had skipped through the city as if it were just a simple just using his armor. He'd leapt the bridge in one clear shot and landed in front of the doors, moving each aside with a burst of built of momentum. Two of Kain's clones had come to confront him, though now they lay a bloody mess at the front door. The rest had been given orders to back off, one even to escort Lucian up the stairs and up a second, unseen pair of stairs to an ornate set of double doors leading into a golden ballroom with several dark windows and skull chandeliers lit by honest fire. Kain himself was waiting, sitting upon the steps up to the balcony leading outside with Muramasa in hand and Sweet Annebeth sheathed at his side, outfitted in his military attire.
"You know I can read minds, right? Several of us can anymore, but then again it seems to just be a step up in human evolution, or at least that's my take on the subject. Vincent's little toy is a grand example of such and if I were to get my hands on him I'm sure I could prove it through science..." He'd then slowly come to stand straight, Muramasa held in front of his face to divert his shadow. "But I don't like subjects that enjoy my methods. That aside, Lucian De'LaSoul...I know you killed my little brother. I know you worked alongside Vincent in his demise."
Lucian's teeth were grinding, his fists clenched together tightly enough to draw blood. He'd look to Kain with rage of all things and in a flash point to him with words of anger. "Then why the hell didn't YOU DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!?"
He'd chuckle a bit and drop Muramasa to his side, a common stance for him. "Oh but I did! You were just too caught up in it to SEE it! I've made you miserable by doing nothing; you've been watching your back ever since, wondering since day one when your time would come...Lucian, I am immortal! I have nothing better to do with my life then watch you and people like you squirm! And in the end I foresaw this event...you, coming to me with what you thought would be some grand revelation!"
His anger would quickly course through his veins. At the same time, a violet lightning would form around him and signs of struggle could be seen in him. "Immortal...all the power in the world...centuries of chances to use it...why are you still HERE!? You've been good, evil and anything and everything in between over and over again! WHY DO YOU STILL TORMENT HUMANITY!?"
"What I do is a matter of opinion. For example, the church sees me as a saint for removing the supposed demons from this world to fuel my station. Demons...merely SCPs with darker intentions, but mortals need some magic title to slap on to what they cannot explain! They look to some invisible figure to guide them!" Muramasa would come to rest in the air, pointing at Lucian. "Just like you...fearing; dreading your power and your sins...thus you so easily turned to Zadkiel! Even now his power, or rather his Will courses through you. I'll answer your question if you can answer mine, Lucian: What is YOUR purpose?"
Lucian's head would ring like a million chimes. Zadkiel's voice would flare up telling him his purpose was to serve, to kill, to free, to do everything righteous under his name...though a feint voice came up with other ideas, like to kill Spiral, free mankind, help the SCPs out of captivity, help SCPs understand who and what they were, exterminate potential threats to humanity...and all at once, the chimes sounded in harmony and one name came up: Melaina. At that moment, the violet lightning around him would turn into an azure one. "My point...is to rid the world, to rid Earth...of any and all threats! Anything that could harm MELAINA!"
Kain would laugh; it wasn't like he didn't have a hunch. He'd shake his head and sigh, his eyes closing. "A woman...women will hold you back, Lucian. They'll keep you ---" Kain's eyes would burst open.
Lucian's palm was against Kain's chest having sent enough pressure, exactly two megatons worth into Kain's sternum forcing it, his ribs and even his shoulder blades to crumble. With him paralyzed, Lucian would do what he always wanted to do: He'd pick the twitching, bleeding Kain up by the throat and grin. "She'll keep me in line and make sure I never, EVER becoming a miserable, lonely, mutated FREAK like you. She'll make sure like is WORTH living and give it PURPOSE." He'd then toss Kain into the air and release several kicks into his torso at first before leaping and in the blink of and eye he'd have sent hundreds of combos all over Kain's body, crippling him. He'd land with his back to Kain, who would flop on the floor as a bleeding, crippled mess. He'd snap his fingers, and just like that Kain would set fire, and as always in this world the color of the fire represented him: Blue. Also had to do with the extreme heat of the blue part of the flame.
"Let me guess: You thought I came in here ta redeem myself for what I was paid to do? No, ******** that. I came n' here ta prove to myself I ain't got s**t to fear from you. What I did was my JOB; so ********' sorry it was your God-damned brother 'at I had to target. But ya know what? IT WAS MY JOB. I don't regret jack s**t; would'a killed ANY of you all the same if that would'a been the name on the paper. So GET OVER IT. N' I swear to God, you or any a' your goons hunt ANY of us I'll obliterate em'. Spiral doesn't know you...I DO." He'd instantly appear above Kain with an AP Field with Kain's width made, ready for launch. "I know how to kill you."
Kain's skin would repair instantly, though his bones were another story. He'd need to manually reset those to allow them to heal...it wasn't a giant weakness given the tremendous force needed to actually break his bones...only two others had ever done, and only a select few believed it had happened. His own fault for going after the Flaming Sword and the Demonic Trident. Still, once Lucian hovered over him with the AP Field he'd close his eyes and sigh. "Do you really think I'd ever give you another chance like this?"
The AP Field would remain and slowly fade away while Lucian would literally smash each bone into dust except his precious skull. "What chance? Oh! You mean your blatant arrogance? Oh yeah, I believe I'll see plenty of that! Oh, and for the record: Your brother was one hell of a warrior! I never thought I'd see someone fight to the end without once thinkin' it was his last move...you? You're s**t compared to em'." He'd literally spit on Kain and begin to leave.
Furious, enraged, out of his mind...none of it worked. But, the damage to him was far to severe to heal right off the bat...or anytime soon really. There wasn't a damn thing he could do aside from telekinesis which he knew would fail...he'd let arrogance get the best of him. He'd been defeated by someone he'd always looked down on like some lowly peon. "That damn armor...HIS armor...hm. ROZALIN! A little help, yes?"
"You know I can read minds, right? Several of us can anymore, but then again it seems to just be a step up in human evolution, or at least that's my take on the subject. Vincent's little toy is a grand example of such and if I were to get my hands on him I'm sure I could prove it through science..." He'd then slowly come to stand straight, Muramasa held in front of his face to divert his shadow. "But I don't like subjects that enjoy my methods. That aside, Lucian De'LaSoul...I know you killed my little brother. I know you worked alongside Vincent in his demise."
Lucian's teeth were grinding, his fists clenched together tightly enough to draw blood. He'd look to Kain with rage of all things and in a flash point to him with words of anger. "Then why the hell didn't YOU DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!?"
He'd chuckle a bit and drop Muramasa to his side, a common stance for him. "Oh but I did! You were just too caught up in it to SEE it! I've made you miserable by doing nothing; you've been watching your back ever since, wondering since day one when your time would come...Lucian, I am immortal! I have nothing better to do with my life then watch you and people like you squirm! And in the end I foresaw this event...you, coming to me with what you thought would be some grand revelation!"
His anger would quickly course through his veins. At the same time, a violet lightning would form around him and signs of struggle could be seen in him. "Immortal...all the power in the world...centuries of chances to use it...why are you still HERE!? You've been good, evil and anything and everything in between over and over again! WHY DO YOU STILL TORMENT HUMANITY!?"
"What I do is a matter of opinion. For example, the church sees me as a saint for removing the supposed demons from this world to fuel my station. Demons...merely SCPs with darker intentions, but mortals need some magic title to slap on to what they cannot explain! They look to some invisible figure to guide them!" Muramasa would come to rest in the air, pointing at Lucian. "Just like you...fearing; dreading your power and your sins...thus you so easily turned to Zadkiel! Even now his power, or rather his Will courses through you. I'll answer your question if you can answer mine, Lucian: What is YOUR purpose?"
Lucian's head would ring like a million chimes. Zadkiel's voice would flare up telling him his purpose was to serve, to kill, to free, to do everything righteous under his name...though a feint voice came up with other ideas, like to kill Spiral, free mankind, help the SCPs out of captivity, help SCPs understand who and what they were, exterminate potential threats to humanity...and all at once, the chimes sounded in harmony and one name came up: Melaina. At that moment, the violet lightning around him would turn into an azure one. "My point...is to rid the world, to rid Earth...of any and all threats! Anything that could harm MELAINA!"
Kain would laugh; it wasn't like he didn't have a hunch. He'd shake his head and sigh, his eyes closing. "A woman...women will hold you back, Lucian. They'll keep you ---" Kain's eyes would burst open.
Lucian's palm was against Kain's chest having sent enough pressure, exactly two megatons worth into Kain's sternum forcing it, his ribs and even his shoulder blades to crumble. With him paralyzed, Lucian would do what he always wanted to do: He'd pick the twitching, bleeding Kain up by the throat and grin. "She'll keep me in line and make sure I never, EVER becoming a miserable, lonely, mutated FREAK like you. She'll make sure like is WORTH living and give it PURPOSE." He'd then toss Kain into the air and release several kicks into his torso at first before leaping and in the blink of and eye he'd have sent hundreds of combos all over Kain's body, crippling him. He'd land with his back to Kain, who would flop on the floor as a bleeding, crippled mess. He'd snap his fingers, and just like that Kain would set fire, and as always in this world the color of the fire represented him: Blue. Also had to do with the extreme heat of the blue part of the flame.
"Let me guess: You thought I came in here ta redeem myself for what I was paid to do? No, ******** that. I came n' here ta prove to myself I ain't got s**t to fear from you. What I did was my JOB; so ********' sorry it was your God-damned brother 'at I had to target. But ya know what? IT WAS MY JOB. I don't regret jack s**t; would'a killed ANY of you all the same if that would'a been the name on the paper. So GET OVER IT. N' I swear to God, you or any a' your goons hunt ANY of us I'll obliterate em'. Spiral doesn't know you...I DO." He'd instantly appear above Kain with an AP Field with Kain's width made, ready for launch. "I know how to kill you."
Kain's skin would repair instantly, though his bones were another story. He'd need to manually reset those to allow them to heal...it wasn't a giant weakness given the tremendous force needed to actually break his bones...only two others had ever done, and only a select few believed it had happened. His own fault for going after the Flaming Sword and the Demonic Trident. Still, once Lucian hovered over him with the AP Field he'd close his eyes and sigh. "Do you really think I'd ever give you another chance like this?"
The AP Field would remain and slowly fade away while Lucian would literally smash each bone into dust except his precious skull. "What chance? Oh! You mean your blatant arrogance? Oh yeah, I believe I'll see plenty of that! Oh, and for the record: Your brother was one hell of a warrior! I never thought I'd see someone fight to the end without once thinkin' it was his last move...you? You're s**t compared to em'." He'd literally spit on Kain and begin to leave.
Furious, enraged, out of his mind...none of it worked. But, the damage to him was far to severe to heal right off the bat...or anytime soon really. There wasn't a damn thing he could do aside from telekinesis which he knew would fail...he'd let arrogance get the best of him. He'd been defeated by someone he'd always looked down on like some lowly peon. "That damn armor...HIS armor...hm. ROZALIN! A little help, yes?"
