On Eagle's Wings
04-22-2018, 03:26 PM
Malleus nodded in approval at Azazel's words. The weak were to be dealt with like cattle; subjugated and shepherded by their superiors. The Abraxas had been given that task when their God had been thrown from grace. A few select mortals could rise above the lowly status they were given at birth, but not many. It was too soon to tell if Azazel was one of them, but he was taking a step in the right direction. He studied Azazel again. His expression was thoughtful as he considered his next move. The yearling was hooked, that much was clear, but Malleus had to make sure that the Empire was getting a good deal. "You can be all those things if you come with me. I won't lie to you. This is not an easy path and it is not without risk. If you join the Empire you will receive the rank of commoner until you prove your worth to me." He fixed Azazel with a hard stare. "Do that and you will reap the rewards. Fail me..." Malleus shook his head pityingly. "Remember. The weak have no place here." If he failed Malleus may very well remove him from the mortal plane. Couldn't have a flunked out mortal wandering around with a head full of Abraxas secrets, now could he? |