"Kill me," I said softly with a sweet smile. "Kill me, god of order."
"Do you know what you're saying?" the god of order demanded, raising his forever calm voice. He looked annoyed, frustrated even. All the calm he had before was gone.
"Of course." I placed my hands on his shirt and pretended to smooth the non-existing crease. "You know that, it's a witch hunt. We either go down together, or you can choose to kill me. Then you can live on as the god of order."
I glanced up and smiled like how I usually did when I was about to do something to annoy him. "So kill me. Look how nice of me, sacrificing myself to save you."
"I refuse."
"You saved me back then, now I save you once. We're even." I smiled cheekily.
I grabbed his hand and placed it on my cheek. "Kill me, god of order. I don't want them to do it. At least dying in your hand, under the full moon, I am quite satisfied." I chuckled. "A pity I could not beat you once in chess."
