#caligulasviolet

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Eridan smiles, showing his razor-point teeth. Sweeping his foot under Cronus, he pushes the toe of his boot behind his bad leg, tripping him. The entire flooring reverberates with his fall.

"You were gettin' too cocky." His voice is a gauzy whisper. Then, he's on top of Cronus, pulling him back by the hair to expose his neck. If he were allowed his cutlass, this fight would end here. Still, something has to give. If he couldn't slit his throat, he would find another way to leave an impression.

"Hm, let's see." Eridan held Cronus' head in place with one hand and let the other trail down his face. He could sense Dualscar watching from the corner of his eye. "Since you despise your heritage, you probably have no use for this." He said, dragging his claws across Cronus' eyelid. And with the same insouciance, one might attend to washing their hands, Eridan pulled and twisted the violet orb until it popped wetly from its sleeve and into his palm.