Chapter 50: No looking back

Peter looked at the cave before him. The wolves were snarling from inside, trying to intimidate him.

Trying to force him to leave. 

He would have left, a couple of days ago.

He would have just left. Fearful of the wolves. Fearful of the fact that, yes, they could tear him a new one.

 Eat him, digest him...

But how are they going to do that now? 

His mana was poisonous, his flesh dead. He was a corpse, even if the world around him could not realize it. For Asmodeos had made sure that Peter got his fair share of souls. 

Peter placed a hand over Asmodeos' shoulder and tried to smile. The necromancer smiled back, reaching out, taking the hand in both of his hands, and giving it a light squeeze. 

Anyone but Asmodeos would have left Peter to his fate; anyone but Asmodeos would have tried to get rid of him.

But Asmodeos was not someone who would do such a thing. 

He was a lover, a dreamer.