The Greatest Sin

He chuckled at the name. The tournament had not been looking for the greatest warrior, though he was certainly that. Zui Sui meant greatest sin or most sin. It was for that title that fighters around the world fought in the Dragon Arena. It was he who won. Victorious because of the Frenchmen. One day he would be rid of him but for now their relationship served its purpose.

The Frenchman ensured he won the tournament. Winning the tournament brought thousands of warriors to his call from all over the world and beyond -- Demons his own lightning barrier brother even. He was careful to squash rumors when they started to call him Vigeta. Though he may in fact be that prophecied warrior he wanted to complete his current task and then have the power to defend the wrath that would come when that title was claimed...He would defend it, it was HIS title.

His thousands followed him west of dragon to the great dune sea and beyond. Toward what legend called the heart of darkness, toward the Genevan army. They were to attack and destroy that army. Glorious as that maybe only a distraction from the Frenchman's real goal. The object bound and sealed that he kept inside his very body, called to him seemed to leak a power he new he could tap into given the time. The object was meant for Ishmael, Crownless King Navigator of Chaos. He was promised eternal life and lordship in the new world of the Dark One's making if he buy delivered the object. Equally as motivating was the fact he had bartered his soul to the Frenchman that he would complete the task.

Though the temptation still grew, if only he knew what it was maybe then he could find a way to harness it. It was a long walk to the Heart of Darkness perhaps he had time after all.