The power tried to ensnare Gene's brain, and the lust for it, the giddy glee - power power powerpowerpowerpowerpower--

No. He'd become better than that now, better than the urge to control, to destroy. And Vergil seemed to have a handle on it now anyway. He widened the crack, and released his grasp on the ring's power.

Christ, he hoped he hadn't fucked it up.