"What is it that you want from me, Human?"
"I want power. I want immortality." The electric surge of pain rocketed throughout the man's body, twisting the limb's muscles to their limits. At this rate, this human body, an empty vessel, wouldn't last much longer under such stress.
The serpentine shadow seemed to form a smirk. "You can't handle me."
"Yes I can! Now give me the power! I want it all!"
The harsh voice cackled, and the serpent's eyes let off an iridescent glow of amusement. "You've got a Greed. I like that."
The consciousness of this human form faded to black and the vessel's mind had been overtaken, but not completely. Wine hues opened to the musty underground of Central, surrounded by the villainous deadly set known as the Sins. "Welcome." A voice called. The man with golden hair did not stand, nor acknowledge the newly created beast for much longer than that.
"This new body of mine, it's hard to control. This kid's got a fighting spirit." The aged man, poised with a well-crafted sword scoffed. His watchful eye scanned the area as he retorted; "Humans are such weaklings, they ca-"
"Don't underestimate them!" The man with the sword seemed taken aback by such a response. Indeed he kept silent, expecting an explanation for such an outburst. "This body, I still don't have full control. He's fighting in me-inside us." A two-tone voice could be heard. One from the Beast that dwelled inside the vessel and that of the vessel itself. "It's war."