"Bullshit! There's no god of Undeath."
"Hallo," the teenager smiled and wiggled his fingers at Dave like a little kid, waving.
This punk's attitude just irritated Dave, he was an annoying little creep and a thief no matter what he said.
"So, kid. Are we going to do this or do I go find another mate to help out?"
"I'm in as long as this isn't some scam you're running and we're really bringing them back. What do I have to do," Dave said.
The teenager jumped from the stage and swaggered over.
"To start we get you kitted out proper," he pointed at Dave's hand, "That's a fake."
Dave raised his hand, "The Death God's Legacy…fake? Now I know you are full of it, I'm not gonna take the ring off just so you can steal it too."
The punk-teen rolled his eyes.
He waved a hand, the ring glowed and burned on Dave's finger, he winced. The ring changed from gold to obsidian black.
"Take a look now," the teen-god smirked.
***
Ring of the Death God has become
Ring of True Undeath
