He barely registers the words, but he can, in fact, do bigger, and so he sinks further down, pulls more energy up.
The torrent of bolts relents, but only because something larger is building up instead.
Hell is alive, thriving, a giant organism in itself, and even his greatest efforts barely tickle its veins. He dips his hands in pure energy as if scooping water from a wellspring, and is dimly surprised his fingers do not simply melt from the heat. It's more spiritual than physical, though often in Hell these two things are the same. Greed's hot sand scorches the manifestation of the soul, creating physical pain that is also spiritual pain.
But it won't give up its bounty for any mindless creature, any simple ask. Hell curls around his patchwork soul and whispers What will you give me?, and Vivi falls deep into the cavernous unmapped depths of his own uncharted heart.
What do you feel? Abandonment, loneliness, guilt...all bitter tastes, but not the right ones for heat. But he knows heat, behind those emotions, usually tempered by logic, by the struggle to understand: Why was I left behind? Why did you leave me incomplete, without purpose, without guidance...
What am I supposed to do now?
A brilliant, scouring light blasts forth, indiscriminate and wild. To Gabriel there is no pain, only a strange warmth; it simply passes through him, leaving the ashen taste of Vivi's deeply hidden emotions, that resentment and anger and deep-held pain, to linger for a moment before blowing away in the faint breeze of the energy's passing.
The crowd of slavering husks is simply annihilated in the face of it. As light and fire fades, Vivi sits down hard, forcibly thrust back into himself and dizzied by the force of it, but there are, at least, no more enemies to worry about.
The street in front of them is soot-black, any details now scorched beyond recognition.
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The torrent of bolts relents, but only because something larger is building up instead.
Hell is alive, thriving, a giant organism in itself, and even his greatest efforts barely tickle its veins. He dips his hands in pure energy as if scooping water from a wellspring, and is dimly surprised his fingers do not simply melt from the heat. It's more spiritual than physical, though often in Hell these two things are the same. Greed's hot sand scorches the manifestation of the soul, creating physical pain that is also spiritual pain.
But it won't give up its bounty for any mindless creature, any simple ask. Hell curls around his patchwork soul and whispers What will you give me?, and Vivi falls deep into the cavernous unmapped depths of his own uncharted heart.
What do you feel?
Abandonment, loneliness, guilt...all bitter tastes, but not the right ones for heat. But he knows heat, behind those emotions, usually tempered by logic, by the struggle to understand:
Why was I left behind? Why did you leave me incomplete, without purpose, without guidance...
What am I supposed to do now?
A brilliant, scouring light blasts forth, indiscriminate and wild. To Gabriel there is no pain, only a strange warmth; it simply passes through him, leaving the ashen taste of Vivi's deeply hidden emotions, that resentment and anger and deep-held pain, to linger for a moment before blowing away in the faint breeze of the energy's passing.
The crowd of slavering husks is simply annihilated in the face of it. As light and fire fades, Vivi sits down hard, forcibly thrust back into himself and dizzied by the force of it, but there are, at least, no more enemies to worry about.
The street in front of them is soot-black, any details now scorched beyond recognition.