Arc 1, Special Thread 1: The Onyx Spire
Daniel is silent for a long while as Sondok speaks. He crosses his arms, his gaze wandering from Sondok's stare to nowhere in particular as he ponders. Finally he speaks, his tone signifying he's still formulating his stance on the matter but confident nonetheless.
"It is true I might blur the lines between types of Chosen", he admits, "But it is a new age. Perhaps the only line that matters now is that between the Living and the Dead."
Lucifer is given pause by Sondok's latest words. After a moment he shrugs, though.
"Malfeas's or Sol's power? One could argue neither is mine. The latter was given to me without supplication, the former I've ripped from the hands of the unworthy. Yet Sol's power belongs with the righteous, and Malfeas's with the wrathful king. Am I not both? Do I not use these powers for purposes that Ignis Divine and the Yozi King would approve of? The power may not be 'mine', but it is mine to wield and inseparable from me so the difference is philosophical. And yet, were I not me, would these powers ever have come together? There is more to me than an amalgamation of Sol and Malfeas, the man I was before who still remains at the core."
There's a definite ardor to his words, but it is more than blind dogma from a zealot. After the fall of Sol he'd had to toil over the matter quite a bit.
"But yes, there is potential for much that was thought impossible before, and now that goes for the enemy as well. For better and for worse."