The Chaos Blade vanished from beside Simon's knee.
Within his Daemon Heart, its dark outline settled inside the Chaos Flame. Four small seeds surrounded the fire, separated from the blade and from one another.
Gluttony was a black grain with a narrow seam that seemed deeper than its shell. Light bent toward it whenever it pulsed.
Across from it, Greed gleamed pale gold. Fine ridges covered its oval surface, overlapping like tightly closed fingers.
Wrath rested below the flame, and it was crimson beneath a rough black shell. Red light shone through its fissures with every contraction of his heart.
Pride occupied the highest position. It was deep purple and smooth, it carried a silver ridge around its upper half, resembling the rim of a small crown.
They were quiet now.
However, quiet did not mean harmless.
Greed leaned toward each release of power. Gluttony's seam widened in response, while Wrath's crimson fissures brightened.
Simon directed his Will through Pride.
