The deceased Power Ranger’s daggers held an immense energy within. Power beyond power. He may have had the speed to control time itself. But he didn’t have the raw physical prowess of a Rainbow Ranger. Until now.

Devil Arm: Lord Drakkon

The very flesh, blood, and soul of the heartless transformed into this weapon, more powerful than the ones originally wielded by Drakkon. He discarded the remaining armor, it was useless to him.

The strength granted by the twin daggers showed itself. With a few wanton slashes, rainbow streaks trailed behind the blades. He sliced the knife upwards. The multicolored beam flew through the air, any unfortunate trees, gift shops, or Disney themed monuments were torn in two, with a cut so clean it appeared unnatural. It sliced through matter as if it didn’t exist, tore apart material down to the very atom.

Merely the act of holding this weapon blessed Vergil. The longer he gripped it in his hands, the more he felt the strands of hair on his head elongate. What was once a slicked back mop of hair now reached his shoulders. He theorized further use led to further growth.

At this very moment, he was becoming a Disney Princess. Vergil, the Princess of Power. It had a nice ring to it.

- LetterSequence Round 5