His breathing is too fast. His heart pounding out of his chest. Flames lick the bandages covering his scars. His wings engulfed in deep purple fire. A veil covers his body, tinting him purple. Vortheon stares in disbelief. “YOU’RE THE DAMNED GOD, AREN’T YOU, ACHERON?” Their arms crack and split as more emerge emerge from her waist and torso, sickening snaps and twisting joints and bones. Acheron finally looks up, distraught at his own survival. He shouldn’t have lived through that. A column of soulfire, now gently caressing his body as if it were a lover to him, lending him its powers. The strikes are fast, merciless. Vortheon, being the fast madman he is, has already begun attacking again. Uppercuts, swipes, hooks, throwing chunks of her body at him. Acheron? Immense damage, yet, he feels nothing. A fiery claw forms in place of his hand. So delicate, yet so strong. He stabs Vortheon through the chest, boosting up into the air. He throws him up higher and then uses his legs to throw her farther, crashing them into a giant crystal. Vortheon was impaled. She wasn’t ending it like this though. Acheron put down his guard. A giant arm shot straight at him. Straight through the stomach. All he feels in that moment is blood filling his throat, gagging and throwing up. He collapses to his knees, grabbing onto the now limp arm. “…I-I can’t… breathe…” His voice is weak as he vomits more blood “…hck- GACK- AGHGHHG-…” The life drains from his eyes as he finally loses conciousness
so a recent turn of events has changed acheron’s lore. he now dies to a new character meant to replace leto in his storyline (but rather as an enemy than a partner) and yes, ik im sharing this after saying i wouldnt share anymore but my mom is either purposefully avoiding the call from my counselor or is just failing to call back so im stuck waiting
