"I see..." I nodded, understanding her sorrow, her rage. However, as painful as it was, I couldn't let her remember her tragic past cloud her better judgment.
"So help me, and with me as your host, you will be free to incite the chaos you desire. But remember our pact. My world will be off-limits. You can wreak havoc, but not at the cost of my people's lives."
"So you say, Godling." Akasha's galaxies swirled with dark colors, a mix of amusement and derision. "Very well. I accept your terms. You will be my puppet, and I, your puppeteer."
"No, Akasha, you're mistaken. We are partners. We merely guide each other. If you ever overstep, I will fight back. Don't underestimate me," I said, matching her dangerous gaze with my own resolute stare.
There was a brief silence, and then the corners of her galactic form twisted upwards, creating a strange semblance of a smile. "I look forward to our dance, Galio."
