You would not believe your eyes if ten billion oceanflies

Start up his own slave trade ring, eh? That sounded like either a great adventure or a terrible hassle. If he had a few partners, though, it might be a good thing to try. Or even better if he could have some close ties with someone willing to work for him. Solution! He could be the alpha of a pack that traded slaves for... for? Herbs? Well... something. He'd think about it later.

Pyralis said she wasn't sure why someone would keep something like that a secret. Ash thought for a while, "Pride maybe? Maybe my father IS a god, or a descendant from one, but maybe he got into a fight from his family. You said you were descended from a fallen god, right? Could more than one god have fallen? Been cursed to mortal bodies? What if, in the fall, he forgot who he was, but the other gods didn't and when he became proud of his work, it made them angrier?"

There were so many possibilities. Ashmedai's brow furrowed as he tried to figure it out, looking to Pyralis with sincere confusion.