Chapter 3: Making deals with ’higher powers’ never end well.
"Is that all you are asking for?" The "god" asked and Cass gave it more thought. Was that all he was asking for? How far could he push this? It was clear that the creature had more spirits it could steal, but it wanted him. For some reason, they needed Cass in particular. That could work in his favour.
"I want a favour. A no strings attached favour. Not anything along the line of a revival or reversing a death. Just...if I need help, I want you to help. No questions asked. You want me to interfere with a world I know nothing about, I need to have at least one get out of jail free card." The laughter filled the area around him.
Cass did not relax.
The air got thicker, filling up the space. If he could see anything beyond the glowing chains, he would have swore it had gotten foggier in this dark space.
"You push your luck."
"If you are going to make me do something insane, yeah, I am going to push my luck. It's clear that this is a big deal. Why wouldn't I demand something worthy of that?"
"I could fix this without you." The voice replied, and he laughed.
"Then do it. It's no skin off my back, but you owe me. Someone close to you clearly fucked up and killed me ahead of time, like you said. Otherwise, you wouldn't be sticking your nose into this. Even "gods" have people they care about." The silence that filled the space told Cass that he had once again hit the nail on the head.
"This. This right here is why I selected you. Yet I failed to realise how annoying you can be." Cass grinned.
"My sister lovingly called me 'an adorable asshole'." Cass told them smugly.
"I am aware of what your sister called you. I can't seem to find it in myself to agree with her. I do not know what she found so adorable about you." Cass let out a bark of laughter.