Sunday, November 24, 2019

Upgrades

"So whadda ya expect me to do about it?" Petunia huffed loudly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Should I just, y'know, go around killing every random person I see in case they're an alien?" She rolled her eyes. "There's no feasible way that I would know."

The Elf Sighed. "Ah, but you can." She reach down, touching the small jewel that rested at her sternum. gently and slowly, she removed it, pulling the chain over her head and holding it out. It hung in front of her, for a moment, swinging perilously over the pool of light.

"This will allow you to see their true forms. it is how we have protected our small village over the centuries. While it may not show every creature to you, you may be of use."

"And what do you want me to do?" She took the necklace, holding it up in front of her, watching it swing back and forth in front of her. "What do you think I need to do, then? Hunt them? find the gem?"

"That is the plan, yes." Petunia slipped the chain on as the woman replied.

"And what's in it for me, then?"

"Godhood, of course." The room seemed to freeze at the words, and once again all eyes settled on Petunia, but this time, instead out of anger, it was instead in interest. Petunia herself straightened up again, holding herself a little higher, as ambition and excitement sparked in her eyes.

"Godhood, hm?" Petunia inquired, raising her scaly brows. Crayg had gone pale with fear, and he trembled slightly at the idea of Goddess Petunia. But Petunia leaned in with a pointed grin, her tail swishing contentedly as she addressed the elf. "And how exactly will you give me my reward, then?"

"Simple. When you find the gem, you will shatter it. Atlas's soul will merge with the missing fragment, and will mingle with yours. You will ascend with the Soul of Atlas mixed with your own, and you will become a God."

Petunia leaned back. She grinned, and chuckled, and touched her axe with the tips of her fingers. "Wonderful... just... wonderful." She hummed. "Let's get started."

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