Slaying Shadows
A loud CRACK was the only thing signalling the arrival of two versions of the twins' demon uncle.
The two were sent skidding across the floor, trailing blood as they went before coming to a stop, disoriented as all hell. One looked like he was in the middle of a transition to his demon form. Both his hands, as well as the normal-looking uncle, were leaking black and purple smoke.
The half-transitioned one was the first to get up, though a pounding headache was reverberating through his skull. He snarled and glared at the version that was the current vessel for the ability that brought him there.
Talon groaned as the purple smoke emitting off of him started thinning out, getting up on his hands and knees before hearing the snarl and glaring at the other version of himself... A look of horror suddenly flashing upon his face as he realized that they were on a specific place in a familiar universe.
The Emperor's eyes wandered from where he sat. That power... he wanted it. Needed it. Expand the empire... Long live the Emperor.