It is as terrible as it is lovely, the sound of Rosiel's laughter; a reckless abandon manifest as the sweetest of trills, the toll of it striking a chord deep within the Hero King himself, for there had been a time when he had choked on such laughter. When he had smiled as he had cried, choosing to walk the path of a monster for the sake of preserving something soft and something beautiful—something like the love which brought a friend to another's side in a moment of need, a sentiment so profound and heartrendingly human that its brightness alone would drive back the dark.
As the Shadow recoils, Sion lunges forward, the aether cannon swept up and away by his Persona—the weapon returned to its function as Focolar's breastplate once more—and a sword of black and gold is pulled from the chasm of the King's chest, its blade putting the revenant to rest.
(In his head, Sion hears the voice of another echoing at the back of his mind; the slow, melodic drawl of a warning he will never forget: "It is simple, my King, no longer being human. All you need to do is abandon you reasoning; all you need to do is give into the siren's song of madness. Once you do that, you'll find the greatest pleasure. You will come to devour humans. Your family, friends, allies, brethren, and those most important to you: you will come to devour all of them, and you will laugh.)
"Professor..." Sion starts out of habit, lowering his sword as he adjusts his stance, at guard but still full of grace, his movements unnatural to the human eye, or perhaps strangely (wonderfully, nostalgically) normal when perceived by an Angel. "You—"
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As the Shadow recoils, Sion lunges forward, the aether cannon swept up and away by his Persona—the weapon returned to its function as Focolar's breastplate once more—and a sword of black and gold is pulled from the chasm of the King's chest, its blade putting the revenant to rest.
(In his head, Sion hears the voice of another echoing at the back of his mind; the slow, melodic drawl of a warning he will never forget: "It is simple, my King, no longer being human. All you need to do is abandon you reasoning; all you need to do is give into the siren's song of madness. Once you do that, you'll find the greatest pleasure. You will come to devour humans. Your family, friends, allies, brethren, and those most important to you: you will come to devour all of them, and you will laugh.)
"Professor..." Sion starts out of habit, lowering his sword as he adjusts his stance, at guard but still full of grace, his movements unnatural to the human eye, or perhaps strangely (wonderfully, nostalgically) normal when perceived by an Angel. "You—"