The Chronicles of Scablord and Godfart

"Allow me to be your pawn."

A sharp smile screwed its way onto Archon's maw. Those were just the words he wanted to hear. He proposed a way Archon could get his shrine, even if just to save his own skin. Archon didn't mind. It was a smart move for one in his position. Despite their different beliefs, Archon could see himself and this Hannibal becoming great allies.

"It seems as if we have a common enemy," he drawled after the man was done with his spill.

Through their- perhaps unfortunate- encounter, they had sparked an unlikely alliance. Archon thought that he may be able to acquire God's shrine and rid themselves of an annoying demon lineage at the same time.

"Tell me, what is it this Tyranis thinks he is a demon of, again?" he asked, smile lingering as an idea churned in his head. "And how many children has he sired already?"