Chapter 36: The Lamb and the Lich

Bellchime was on Pan's shoulder, waiting for him to stop with this madness. A deal with a Lich was the last thing they both needed.

And yet, here Pan was, sitting across from a man who did not respect anyone, feared no one, and would probably live to see the days after the last sunset.

"Why can't you kill him yourself, if he is a problem to you?" Pan asked. That was something that had been bothering him. The Lich chuckled.

"He has the purple. Is recognized as the only messenger of God in our land. And I, dear Nymph, am a Lich. Nothing can be done against the holy. Even when they are actually unholy," the Lich took his glass, the content of which gave Pan the shivers, for he could see human fingers swimming inside the glass.

"How do I become strong?" Pan asked, as he looked at the glass so, as if he feared that the Lich was going to make him drink the vile liquid.