Prince of Sins

For a moment, all was still on this castle of dream. Echidna had a blank look on her face, as if she couldn't believe what she had just heard.

"*Sigh* How troublesome. *Sigh* Boy, I think you broke her." A new voice made itself known, a beautiful woman with purplish red hair reaching to her feet, grey skin and eyes of the same color as her hair appeared laying on the ground.

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"Hey! You can't just ask for someone's everything like this in a deal! Y-you should at least let her have some sort of liberty. Or some freewill even so. If not it's just wrong!" Another beautiful woman, with luscious blonde hair and almost translucent blue eyes and a voluptuous figure appeared, a defiant look on her face as she reproached at Julian.

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"So, it's that time, uh?" Julian pushed back his chair and stood up, lifting an eyebrows as he saw them in the flesh for the first time.

"Seriously, is having looks head and shoulders above other women a requisite to become a witch? Or is it the opposite?" Saying that, a predatory smile grew on his face, he tilted his head as he gazed at the three witches present, making the last arrival, the witch of Wrath Minerva, blush a bit and give him a glare while the purplish-red haired woman, the witch of Sloth Sekhmet, seemed amused. While Echidna still seemed stuck in her own world, though he could tell she was giving the happening some attention.

"And me! Onii-Chan! Am I beautiful like them?" A new voice came yet again from behind him, but this time it was significantly higher in pitch. Turning toward it, the source was a young girl looking no older than ten, with short cyan hair and red eyes.

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Chuckling, Julian said. "Sure, when you grow up. I'm sure you'll be beautiful." At that, he smiled and patted her head. The girl, who was in fact the Witch of Pride Typhon, seemed surprised by that, but in the end, she looked rather happy. Though her next words were rather unpleasant.

"Onii-Chan is very nice. But he's still a sinner who's very guilty in the end!"

At that, Julian threw a look at his right arm in time to see it shatter into pieces. The feeling was strange, he could feel a strange force taking hold of him but the things it did was as if they were perfectly natural, or as if it was meant to be this way.

"No pain, uh. It seems I do have a good heart despite it all." He said while his body was crumbling away.

Minerva, seeing that, cried out, tears in her eyes. "No! It's not happening! Not on my watch!" After that, she rushed and punched away typhon. But when she arrived to heal Julian, who took an annormal amount of time to fully shatter. He stepped back to evade her and glowed of orange magic intensely for a second before the pieces broken from him vanished in a burst of dark red hazy flames and he promptly appeared back whole.

"So, this is an authority? Easy enough to circonvempt, at least this one is, but impossible to resist. Is this more similar to limited divinity or reality warping? No matter." Julian deliberated for a while, his voice now cold and mechanical, before he decided that the how and why could wait for now.

Meanwhile, Typhon had a shocked look on her face. "You evaded my judgement? Nobody do that besides the others!"

"Just now, I was judged by you and deemed guilty. That's true. However, the same can't be said before that point." He said, offering only this as explanation.

"I-I don't understand, w-who are you? A-and why can't I feel love from you?" A new arrival made herself known, making Julian zero his eyes on her and making her flinch.

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Truly, Carmilla, which was this new arrival as well as the Witch of Lust, was simply breathtaking. It was no wonder that her beauty had toppled country in her legend. Inspecting her with an inquisitive gaze for a few seconds, Julian felt the strange feeling he had wince laying his eyes on Echidna and subsequently the rest of the witches grow in intensity yet again.

It was a curious things, at the beginning, it was easy to reign in. But now he had to actually try to supress it and not do something he would perhaps regret in the future. If he had to describe that feeling, he would say it was a akin to a great hunger provoqued by a deep resonance within him.

His Lust, Greed, and Wrath were telling him something. Or more like shouting at him, in fact. And what he could guess was the rest of his sins were stirring by themselves despite him not having them reignited yet.

So, because of that. He felt himself annoyed at Carmilla, making the corner of his mouth twitch both because of the strange feeling and of how personal her question was. "You're not privy to that information, at least not yet. As for who I am, my name is Julian Håberjorgen. And quite simply, depending of what each of you want, I am your sal-"

"Ah right, there's a party happening. Good grief, I'm hungry." The sound of something metallic tapping repeatedly on the grass of the plain as well as a new voice interrupted him.

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Julian turned toward the new arrival yet again, his face unreadable. Yet, inside himself. Chaos rose.

His heart thundered in his chest, almost painfully as the sound of blood rushing through his head became more and more prevalent.

Right now, 6 of the 7 Witches of sins were gathered around him. Each one a holder of an authority related to one of the sin, from Sloth to Greed, lacking only Envy.

Sins that, as a Nephalem, ran through his blood and were a core part of his being. Yet, the strength of their respective sins were each of a higher aspect than him, of a raw power superior to his.

For the second time in his life, Julian felt his bloodline manifest concretely. Like the time it had refused him the possibility of stealing a sacred gear for himself, because he didn't need anything else. It was instinct, but at the same time, it was something else all together, a will, a message he just knew was the truth.

And right now, his blood told him the current situation was unnacceptable. It told him that HE was Sins. He was naturally supreme at it. Borned from the strongest banished son and one of finest daughter of Yahweh, the later having died for the very Sin that was attempting to bring him to life. In term of authority over the 7 capital sins. He was to be unparalled.

This was not the case here. Fortunately, Envy was not here. So he could still somewhat resist the enraged call of his bloodline, for now.

However, it seems this was not to be, as he felt her encroach upon their connection through return by death and her presence, so heavy with Jaleousy, brush against his very soul, as that was the form he was in right now.

...

The sound of multiple chains being brought taut resounded before his mind became white with noises, his very bloodline not caring at all about his self-imposed restraints or normal behavior.

Then...

*CRACK* CRACK* CRACK* CRACK*

The chains shattered and planes of glass cracked, fires coming back to life one by one inside him. Stimulated by his very own essence, coming from the deepest pits of his being.

Julian would come to learn that his bloodline was not a tool he could lock a part away for conveniance or because of reluctance. It was very much his to wield, but not to control. Fighting against his new nature was doomed to fail, no matter how much control he had over his mind.

So, in this situation, where it felt challenged, where HE felt challenged. Something very primal took over and decided to do something about it.

A soon as the chains fell and the fires of his sinly desires burned again, the chaos ended, and clarity took over. And in this clarity, he felt elation, and something very simple.

A desire to make these terrible Witches of Sins know their place.

Beneath him.

"That boy is... Impossible." Sekhmet seemed to be the first to notice something amiss as she suddenly and surprisingly became serious.

Julian's eyes flashed, his hands twitching into claws as his presence seemed to simply explode in strength at once and his form began to change. His nails became black claws and leightened while cracks spreaded on the skin of his arms, lit up an internal black light that looked almost like a void. His healthy beige skin darkened into a light caramel brown tan while his height gained another two feet.

"W-What's happening?" Carmilla asked fearfully as she retreated deeper into her scarf.

"Oh~ Someone's hungry." Daphnee said absentmindedly and drooled a bit, revealing her true thought about what she was witnessing.

Meanwhile, Echidna stayed silent. Her eyes shining with utter Greed seeing all of this happening. She had already made up her mind long ago, but she wouldn't waste the opportunity of learning something totally new.

"Uh, Onii-Chan's pretty scary now."

All the witches had different reactions to the perplexing situation, however, all of them began to feel a strange feeling that became stronger and stronger while continuing to watch Julian's changes.

Speaking of his changes, they weren't done as after growing. His hair became curlier and golden brown with strands of the darkest of black and his sclera darkened to black too while his eyes themselves changed into an intense, pure gold. As for his pupils they began to shone the evershifting color of the rainbow and sometime black, and took upon the shape of a slit.

The last of his change was his wings, as they too grew in size and blurred from existence into mass of pure dark purple, almost black energy. Accordingly, the symbols on them totally morphed, on the right wing, the red eye that was there was replaced by the symbol of a white hand with pure black eyes on the tip of the fingers and a gaping mouth without lips in the middle of the palm. And on the left wing, the orange scale got replaced by the symbol of a seemingly empty white lock with a tiny dark spot in its center, but if one were to focus on it, they would notice that the spot was in fact the silhouette of a man, far into the distance, facing toward the lock.

Lastly came a long and large trident tail in the same color of his wings, seemingly armored thickly with black armor reaching high into his back and also arming the tip of its three points. To top the transformation, faint manifestations of white horns grew out of his temples to come to a point above his forehead. These same horns looked like black mist as of now, and would be forming either a halo or a crown if they were real.

"So this one of the purest expression of my potential..." Julian mused, looking at his new form, clenching and unclenching it. "This simplify things alot. Nephalem - I, am not bound to a single expression of myself. Even if a perfect blend would be my apotheosis. I can only dream of managing it as I am..."

His tail swishing behind him, he looked around him and clicked his claws together and smiled ferally. "Not that it matter right now."

"As I, by the power granted by my current form. Challenge your authority over what I rightfully rule."

As soon, as he said that. The air changed as a wave of strange power spread from him and encompassed the entire castle of dreams.

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(A/N: This is kinda a turning point in Julian development, no worry, there will be no split personality or anything of the sort. It's just the dynamic of normal Julian with his restraints and an unrestrainned Julian. His new form is literally his devil side made manifest. However, it's not totally unlocked yet. This is a special circumstance. It's like the first iteration of his ultimate Sin form, like Blood angel but for all his sins. Despite it all, his sins are really all unlocked though. And about that, I will simplify his 'Status cheet' because it's convulated as heck.)

(PS: Gonna post the pic morrow cause too lazy, I blame Sekhmet.)