In a few hours, Varian would be meeting the rulers of the Alliance. It was the last few hours for a certain powerhouse to convince the mistress of death.
"It's your grudge. Why should I provoke him for you? Doesn't say…what's that word your trio uses…rational, does it?" Yami crossed her leg, an enchanting glow coming from her skin as dark as the night.
It was the only light in her pitch black castle, built from the bones and flesh of the dead. The smell inside was horrible for any living being and yet, the dead couldn't stop enjoying the fragrance.
Equiluis thanked his stars that he's too rational to get affected by these things. But alas, he wasn't emotionless. If he was, he wouldn't be here for a risky negotation.
"Varian is ultimately a living being. He is not a lot of things but petty, he sure is. You have opposed him since the start and the only reconcilation, if we could even call it one, came from his side.
