Kun'nuk'kles whirled around, looking for the Chaos Spirit. "Where are you?" he demanded of the room.
"Right behind you," the voice said.
Kun'nuk'kles turned around slowly, a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Behind him was Sonya, but different. Her eyes had become pools of cyan, and the same color was rising in a sort of misty light off of her fur. "You… you've taken Sonya as a host, haven't you?" he demanded.
"Astute observation, Wizard," she said.
It was horrible. It was Sonya's mouth and face forming the words, but the voice was Chaos Cyan's. "What… how long have you been in her?"
"From the time you both entered this place," Chaos Cyan said, lifting one of Sonya's hands and looking at it through her eyes. "I would have taken you when you were here before, but I found that I couldn't. So nice of you to bring me such a perfect host body."
"How… how COULD you? You really ARE emotionless, aren't you? Cold and calculating, doing things only to benefit yourself!"
"Yes… this form is perfect. In order to Bind me, you'll have to kill her… but you don't have your magic anymore, do you? Can you kill her, for the sake of the world? Will your faith LET you? Let's find out, shall we?"
Kun'nuk'kles's hand went to the knife on his belt. He drew it slowly, his face contorting in rage. He slowly pointed the tip at Chaos Cyan. "She was my friend. She saved me when she could have just let me die. She taught me the true form of the Chaos Oath. And now, you're forcing me to kill her, for the sake of the world… you will suffer for this. As all Seven Chaos Spirits and the Tri-fold Spirit are my witnesses… you will suffer."
With that, he stood in a slightly different stance, relaxed, yet ready. And then he charged. Chaos Cyan wasn't too surprised and easily dodged the attack. And then, Kun'nuk'kles tripped on a crack in the stones where it was uneven. He fell, and the knife skittered across the floor. "Oops. Looks like I forgot to mention… I am Chaos Cyan. I am Luck," it taunted.
