White Flame (3)

"Wait!"

Orion's hand halted mid-strike, the blade's tip slightly piercing White Flame's forehead while his lightning flickered violently around his body.

"What is it?" Orion asked with a raised brow, wondering what else White Flame wanted to say.

White Flame tightened his lips, enduring the pain of the lightning current wrecking through his being and the crimson blade that could easily cut through his current form, and said, "I have a request."

Before Orion could respond, Aerialia's voice sounded beside him, "A god devoid of remorse like thee deserves no plea and should be dispatched without mercy," Aerialia said, looking at White Flame with a sharp, emotionless glint.

Orion, however, shook his head with a sigh escaping his lips, naturally understanding Aerialia's thought process. Regardless, he was willing to hear White Flame as long as it wasn't anything too preposterous.

"What is it?" Orion asked.