6.41 - The Fall of Twist
Theo’s Wisdom had grown to a point where he knew better than to punch a god in the face. It told him of the situation, and how far his new powers extended. They did not include harming the god in his own domain. The sin fell solely with Twist. As the alchemist’s strike was inches from Death’s blade, he feinted. Driving his leading foot into the ground, he spun to catch Twist in his masked face. But the masked elf didn’t feel the force of the blow. He was instead sent tumbling through the cracks in reality, cast down to the mortal plane.
The fight was over in a blink. If a mortal were to watch the exchange, they would have seen Theo appear alongside Death while Twist vanished.
“That was disappointing,” Death tutted.
Theo rolled his shoulders, flexing his wings. Energy lingered in Death’s realm, but it was hard to detect the origin. He realized it was the energy of something that had once been here, but had since been removed. So Kuzan was still up to his old tricks by being a general pain in the ass. The alchemist should have expected this, but he no longer had to do it alone. He reached out. A moment later, Khahar stood at his side, answering the call of the Dreamwalker to the Arbiter.
“Well, you’ve been naughty,” Khahar said, crossing his arms. “Have you already spanked him?”
“Yes, he has been spanked. Thoroughly,” Theo said. “What was Twist doing in your realm?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Death shrugged. “He got here on his own. Just arrived when you got here.”
Khahar scanned the area, picking up on the same energy Theo felt. “Don’t start, Kuzan. Things were going well.”
“Have they stopped going well?” Death asked, remaining motionless the way he always was. “I thank you for sending that interloper away. You have my eternal gratitude.”