Vezon - Creation

“Try pointing it at someone else while you figure it out, okay?”

“What’s the matter?” Hakann said, smiling. “Afraid I’ll get rid of you so there’s one less to share the loot with? Actually, come to think of it, that’s not a bad —”

A bolt of energy shot from the point of the spear, striking Vezok. Startled, Hakann dropped the weapon. Vezok screamed. His body felt like it was being torn in two, reassembled, and then ripped apart again. He fell to the floor in agony. The other Piraka stood and watched, not sure what to do or whether they wanted to be bothered to help.

In the time it takes a heartlight to flash once, it was over. Vezok lay on the ground, groaning. And beside him, another being was rising to its feet. He had not been there a second ago, but now he stood and looked down at Vezok with contempt.

“Get up,” he said. “If I can, you can — after all, I am you, and you are me, and won’t that be interesting? Of course, it would be easier if there were just one of us… maybe I should die? No, no, I have that wrong — maybe you should die.”

Before anyone could stop him, the newcomer snatched up the spear. He was about to use it on Vezok when he stopped. “No, no, bad idea. That will just make another of him… of me… or else something worse.”

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Legacy of Evil, Chapter 7