"Your Life?" Azura said slowly. "What would Mephisto want with your life?"
"Probably nothing, or probably everything; perhaps he owed my Mother a favor. I did hear that a favor from Mephisto is like a wish, second only to the Almighty and the Abyss."
A steady stream of cold air slipped from Azura's lips. A cold, scarlet fury burned across her eyes. She had never been one to mince her words and held the same expectation for others, whether they wanted to or not.
"The Council of Omnis" —Azura veered up a little— " He said that they wanted my head for some reason. Perhaps it has something to do with that."
"He explicitly mentioned the Council of Omnis?" Azura pressed.
Altair nodded to assure her. "Yes, he said I am forbidden from using that… ability of mine before he resurrected everyone around me, even the buildings that fell in ruin. Makes you wonder… doesn't it?
"What?"
