Demons won't let me sleep

Archon listened closely as Kerrigan mulled over her thoughts aloud. She asked if it would be wise to beckon its call.

"It is always wise to heed the word of God," Archon answered simply.

The woman moved near and there was a moment of pause as they took each other's scent in. Kerrigan asked in hushed tones if his god would call for aggression towards others and if that were true, could she be a vessel for him.

Archon took a moment to size her up. Her stature and body, as well as her mental status. Indeed she could be a vessel.

"In more ways than one," Archon thought indulgently.

She could make a great force for The Fallen God, but her body itself could come to spawn many more Gods if she were willing. Archon rumbled at the thought.

"I believe you very well could be," Archon explained. "God has many scores to settle, you could act upon his will until your mind and heart are, at last, content."