DEAL WITH THE CREATOR

“Well, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Shudan asked him.

“Cut the crap old man.” Nefarious said to him as he took a step forward, the black flames disappeared revealing what Shudan looked like, he was sitting propped upon a throne made of bones.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting that, were you Zeus?” Shudan asked as Zeus appeared sitting next to him on a golden throne.

“Not quite.” he replied as he played with a white pearl in his palm. “Do you need something little one?”

“Bring her back.” he replied as they both paused.

“Son, we can’t just bring the dead back to life.” Zeus said to him.

“I’ve done it to Allister, but I couldn’t bring her back. In mother’s last breath she told me to come to father, so old man.” he glared, “Bring her back!” he shouted as the circle of blue flames appeared behind him turning into a ball.

Zeus sighed, “Son, the reason why she couldn’t be brought back to life, was because her divinity returned to where it belongs.”