I descended. Gravity, magnified by the sheer density of my new Divine will, pulled me down like a falling star towards the broken form of the First Demon Lord. The lunar dust swirled around the impact crater of his body, a grey shroud for a dying king. Envy struggled in the regolith, his shadowy robes torn and dissipating like smoke in a gale, his miasmic aura flickering with the desperate, sputtering light of a candle refusing to be extinguished. He looked up as I approached, his eyes wide. They held no contrition, no acceptance of defeat. Instead, they burned with a frantic, consuming greed that even the proximity of death could not quell.
"It is not fair," Envy hissed, his mental voice a scraping sound against my consciousness, like rusted metal on bone. "You... you cheat. You turn my own tools against me. You weaponize my own nature. That power... that Grey... it does not belong in this logic. It is outside the rules. It is mine. It should be mine."
