I am Akechi, [he hisses with delight. A flick of his hand and a wash of red flame, and Akechi's body stands before Cole, too pale, too bloody; the blood may have dried in streaks from a wound in his forehead, some of it wiped away by Ren's anxious hand, but still very present.
Another wave of his hand, and something Cole might be able to identify as illusion magic washes back over him, Loki making his form seem as though its his own instead of what should be a walking corpse.] I am thou. Thou art I. An oath of fealty exchanged for my powers.
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Another wave of his hand, and something Cole might be able to identify as illusion magic washes back over him, Loki making his form seem as though its his own instead of what should be a walking corpse.] I am thou. Thou art I. An oath of fealty exchanged for my powers.