"Hey Drak!! Screw all this recruiting!! How about we go to where God said his real home was!!" you cry out. Drak frowns his expression, surprised you'd bring up such a far fetched idea.
Drak wasn't so sure. "Gil, do you really think the Moderator would fall for something like that? You remember, he created the world, not to mention the Malthinae" he reminds, derision in his voice. You frown, Geez, does he really have to remind me of that? But if you could convince him, then there would never have been suffering in the world.
You had met the Moderator back when you had been imprisoned in the Silvera mines, promising power and more importantly, a way out. Desperate, you had accepted the officer, and during your travels had accomapnied you as a mentor/observer. You had always found suspicious the insane amount of power he had, and when you had arrived in Draconia, he dissappeared back to his proper world...Earth. Then, he had arrived once again to heed the call of Draconia's elders, and once again, he called upon you to be his guinea pig.
"Well, we'll pester him to delete the Malthinae won't we Drak? We won't leave until he does!!" you scowl militaristically. Drak didn't share your confidence; he feared that if you pissed him off too much, that he'd delete you.
"Okay Gil, whatever you say..." Drak gasps, squeezing his wings together.
[Gil...you fool, you do not know what type of powers you are tempering with. Remember, I control your every movement, your every thought Gil. And I promise, I'll get you for this!!]
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