- You stood before him. Your creator. The one that had molded you into a creation of hatred. A sword fight, and one that was easily stacked against him, a testament to your (literally) infectious power. -

- With his hate extracted from his mind, in the form of your poisonous form, he had become a less.. serious person. Still a force to be reckoned with, most definitely. -

- Infect the masses ’till it’s done. Shedletsky was running away from you, talking some banter as he did so. -

- ”Jeez, what‘s with the missing? All those fancy moves just for an embarrassing performance, am I right?” -

- ..Hate is all you could bear to feel. I mean. You know why. You swung one of your daemonshanks at Shedletsky. -

- “..!” -

- He thought fast, and parried it with his sword, putting the two of you into an upclose duel. -

- “Sloppy.. what’s a prince to a king? All of that infection must’ve gotten to your head!” -

- …Rend them all, and bend to NONE. -