| The sweetest taste of blood. Like a well fermented and poisonous wine. It was so delicious that the taste would drive you insane. A hundred times over and then some more. Even more. Eternally. It's the first thing the awakening will notices. It is elated. Not satisfied, but it drinks out of admiration more than necessity. Pride begets Gluttony begets Lust begets Envy begets Greed begets Wrath. But, never sloth. There's no need for it. Understand though, be assured that this feeling is the most amazing. There's no other reason for that haughty laugh to crack apart the airwaves and tear the sound barrier asunder. The chortling that makes the room creak is proof enough of that. The red light hidden behind the stone's eyes shines ever brighter. Its incandescent glow shatters the "glass" window of its eyes and pools out into the open air.

"WARE WA-!"

Power runs through Neros Vann's veins instead of blood. Toxicity disguised as the most heavenly strength their could be. Endless divinity is etched seamlessly into her DNA. So deep it not only threatens to, but does penetrate and begin flooding into her soul. Even those bones of hers can't tell what they are anymore. Biological construct or steel forged in the fiery pits of the abyss. Steam pours from Neros Vann. Her metabolic rate was kicked well beyond the concept of a Human's 'overdrive'. It had increased to the point where she was perpetually sweating, but because of her intense body heat, the heat of a body that could work so well so quickly, it was instantly vaporized and turned into steam. An underlying aura of her strength to accompany the iridescence that would perpetually linger about her figure. Her irises shine like twin beacons of hate. Hair growth rate explodes. Six 'demonic' wings stretch out from the back of her skull before becoming a wild flowing mane of gold. This entire body is a weapon and yet it needs more, so for that reason, as hot armor materializes up and down Neros Vann's body, she is also gifted with the magenta glow of a powerful saber. The 'O-Saber'. This was the color she wanted, the color of hate. This blade.

The Devil Reploid had found his way back to the world, unbeknownst to everyone present. Neros Vann was the final stepping stone and for her delightful services she would be branded the False Megaman.