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Blood leaked from his body. The coldness of death was like a calling tiredness that was asking him to fall down. All while he faced the voices that were yelling within his head. Each of them asking him to throw his life away towards the damnation of his soul.
To flee, to rage, to surrender.
Facing death Lucian knew he would accept it, knowing what was to come when he did so. He would be within the Garden of Morr just like all those who had come before and after him. He would not surrender and try to keep his life. He would also not damn himself to those powers, he would not call out the declaration of Blood for the Blood Throne. He did not cow even when his death was assured.
So he stood, “I… shall.” He spoke as he stood upright. The scythe dangled lazily within his hands as he lost all feeling within his left hand thanks to the lost of blood. Perhaps he would need to wield the scythe one handed, but not yet.
Lucian will not accept the fact that he had been injured.
“I…” His eyes glared at the creature, green eyes starring at the monster with anger, “I… slay you.”
The monster walked forward, a grin upon its monstrous face as it thought that it was going to kill Lucian here and now. That allowing Lucian this grandstanding was only going to make him collapse so that it could take an easy kill.
“I swear…” Lucian felt an answer swell in his heart as he spoke those words, “I swear… in redemption for my sins…”
The monster was moving now, something within its manner changing as Lucian’s words came out. It was large and cumbersome though, speed not being its strong suit even when it was so close to its prey.
“Either I… slay you.” Lucian began to walk forward as he felt his anger flare. The coldness of death washing away as he broke out in a charge that would make any Bretonnian or Dwarf excited, “OR I DIE!”
An old feeling that the man held flared in his chest. When Grimnir faced the Chaos Lord Kragen'ome'nanthal and knew that he would die the Dwarfen God did not stop. He charged at the Daemon Prince of Khorne with all the fury that the Dwarfen kind had within their hearts and killed the Scion of Khorne before dying himself.
All that it takes for a God to gain power in an act of worship. The greater their act is, the greater their power is. Honor was done to Grimnir, and so the Slayer God of the Dwarfs gave his gift.
