The clone of Artholath was more... pure than his true form. More focused to the matter at hand. These foes, simply, needed to be eliminated.

He shifted as Feon circled, keenly aware of the others preparing to attack. His true form came out, standing tall and bony, with his limbs ready to lash at his foes and his aura of cold chilling the already lower temperature temple. He opened his attack by sending a spray of ice spikes in all directions, simply as a distraction, and lunged at Marceline, prepared to shred her to pieces if she didn't move.

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Artholath's true self, meanwhile, continued to look into the crystal. He noticed the souls he looked at earlier were not all as they seemed... in fact, he could see where the Goddess was coming from with the whole demon bit. [i]These are the souls I need[/i]... 

He hadn't looked at the bodies Lance had made for his family, but hopefully they would be more fitting to a demon. As it was, many creatures in the lab could be outfitted with the souls in the crystal.

"I think we can afford to expand this project a little... you can make demons, and revive your family, Lance."

"Lets use all the souls in here, it looks like your family is in there as well."