“Cats make for fantastic spies,” Haziel continued. “One of the few creatures that occupy all planes of existence at once, if they so chose. Luminaries give them a small bit of power to aid with following instructions.”
Zeke recoiled, appalled. Now all he could see was a fluffy little ball of kitten in the paws of those abominations, at their mercy. The idea must have been picked up by his companion, though, because Haziel’s face softened and he shook his head. Could Haziel read his mind?
“We ask for volunteers only, and only accept those who are at the end of their life already,” Haziel said.
There was respect in his words and Zeke found he was surprised. It took him a minute to figure out why, but it was that a being of this immense power held such respect for something as insignificant in the grand scheme of things as a cat.