ＫＥＥＰＥＲ ＯＦ ＨＥＡＶＥＮ ＡＮＤ ＨＥＬ

[With the children dealt with, he turns back to the body before him; siting the twin babies down with the utmost gentility, he holds his hands over the shell and the boys that lay against it's cold surface; His palms face upward. His mouth falls open to let out a toneless hymn.]

Τοποθετήστε την ψυχή με το ψεύτικο. Δώστε το Θεό ένα σώμα για να ζήσει amoungst το ζην. Προσφέρω το σώμα μου σε αντάλλαγμα για τη ζωή. Αυτό είναι η ανταλλαγή μου με τον πατέρα μου, στον θεό μου πάνω από τους θεούς, τον Κρόνο και τον Ουρανό

[A flicker and the body seems to burst a flame. The smoke filters up into his nose and he can feel it draining and sapping the life out of his current shell. He does not care, Even as his body falls to waste. First lays of skin and muscle are pulled away. Then his blood and organs are pulled from him and down onto the sponge like surface of the dolls and the still born children. His hymn continues.]

Από αυτή την τέφρα, ας υπάρξει ζωή. Από τη σκόνη των οστών μου επιτρέψτε να υπάρχει θέαμα. Έδωσα την ψυχή μου και τα μάτια μου σε σας. Δίνω τη γλώσσα μου, έτσι ώστε να μπορεί να τραγουδήσει ύμνους μου, δίνω τα χείλη μου, έτσι ώστε να μπορεί να φιλήσει το alter μου. Η σάρκα μου είναι η κόρη σας και η σάρκα σου είναι δικός μου. Είμαστε ένα στην ίδια.

[The aforementioned body parts fall one by one. Slowly his soul is revealed, the god like form that he truly is seems to curl free as the body is stripped from his very essence.]

Σας δίνω τη ζωή μου και να κάνετε σε εικόνα μου

[His godly hands that have replaced his mortal ones turn down suddenly, extinguishing the flames of the pyre with Khernips. His baring of the Aegis is complete. Grabbing the soul wrapped around his neck and slowly brings it toward the mouth of the doll that seems to resemble the woman from before.  Forcing the smoke like existence to filter through the body's nostrils, ears, and tear ducts. He turns back to the children.]

[They seem to have returned to her home. Dio does not hesitate to lay the lifeless body onto the bed that she once shared with him. Nor does her hesitate to press his hand against the round of her belly. His hand meets little resistance, pressing the full expanse under her skin, past the fatty membrane and into the lining of the uterus. Under his hand he feels the fading warmth of the fetuses in her dead body. 

He wraps his hands around them and proceeds to rip them from her. No wound is left behind. And the body that once house the ever so beautiful soul of the kind, caring woman that he had forged himself seems to wrap around his neck, pulsing and glowing. The body that he gave her seems to become nothing more than a lifeless wooden doll for a moment. No noticeable features and not even a face. 

He looks down at the fetuses in is hands and he briefly runs his hands over the children's slick crowns. They seem to age from premature to full grown. But the man that has given them this power seems to rot, pieces of flesh falling from his bone, peeling away as though some visible force is flaying away at him.]