'How will you help me?' Arial smiles and nodded
'As expected of you. I thought you would be more in awe with me'
'I am' Azief said
'I just don't think that you did not bring me here simply to make me at awe with you. You said that I help you. And that you owe me. And that you have to repay me. I am asking you how?'
He paused for a second and then he said
'Knowing the lore about you, you are the Lord of Creation, the Right Hand of the One, The One with Many Names, I think there is nothing you could not do'
'You could create worlds simply just by breathing. When you gaze upon something, Life is given. That is what I heard of you in the lore. Whether it be an advanced civilization or a primitive civilization, one way or the other, in a different name and a different form, you were exalted above all other Gods'
Pausing for a second Azief then said
