Two hundred souls for one

Ryker

"What is in it for me?'' he asks me with a mischievous smile on his face. I don't trust him and this interaction between us is not based on trust. It will never be based on trust. I just need something and he is the only one that can help me with that.

I look at him and his hands are on the table, resting on his chin. His eyes are a dark black from all the souls he has eaten. He looks ravenous but he doesn't scare me.

"I will give you a hundred dark souls."

His eyes open wide and I see the hungry look in his eyes. This is everything to him, he needs me more than I need him with this revelation.

"Maxim Ryker going against the gods of heavens, who would have ever seen this day coming. How much is this bitch worth.''