Derik was stunned by Demos answer, he sprang on his feet and waved his hand lightly, conjuring two thrones made of piles of bones. With both men taking a seat, Derik nodded at Demos, signaling him to continue.
If the creator can kill those carrying its soul imprints with just a single thought, how is he supposed to end its life? Derik deeply intrigued by this topic since his original goal from the very beginning is to become a separate entity that relies on no one.
"You must not be the one to do the killing… there are other beings or creators like ours out there… a war is about to break out amongst the gods, its only natural it won't come as a surprise if our creator should be killed in this war.. By the way people die…" Demos said these words so calmly that even Derik felt chilled in the spine.