"Go on."
Michael took a sip, not saying anything further.
***You Mortals will surrender to us, and see us as your leader for eternity... That's all we ask for, and most of all, we'll let you all live.***
Michael sneered hearing the proposal, he calmly placed the tea cup on the table between them.
"Can I ask you a question?"
***Yeah, Sure.*** Deimos took a sip of his tea.
"If someone attacked your world, not once but twice, kill a lot of your race, and then proposed for the remaining to surrender and serve him like a slave, will you surrender?"
Deimos froze, hearing his question. He looked up at him, then at the cup that was about to touch his lips.
***You should be happy you are getting this favor, you know?*** he slowly placed his cup on the table, then fixed his red eyes on Michael.
