"Peter, I know you don't want this, but you have to eat," Asmodeos brought the water dragon closer to Peter's lips.
He could see it in Peter's eyes. The man was battling with himself. The water dragon was an old beast, and Asmodeus had to maim it first before he could give it to Peter.
And yet, Peter still refused to eat the thing...
" No, no, I don't want to!" Peter placed a hand over his lips, turning around.
His new robes, which were over his armor, were mocking him. He didn't want to be a Lich. Didn't want to eat souls.
Finally, he had gotten a system, and now, he had to give it up. Was this even fair?
He didn't know.
"Come now, Peter, just one bite," Peter was pretty much sure that one bite from the dragon would mean that the creature would die. He turned around, begged the spirits above for mercy.
He shouldn't have. They didn't know what that meant.