"Can't speak? What an imbecile. I have granted your mortal throat my power, whatever you speak out will materialize in the world, the power to command reality and bend it!"
"Tell him the truth, brother, we cannot have him die." The white serpent told him.
"I was about to, brother. The rules are simple, for the first use, I will take your left arm, for the second your right eye, the third will be your right arm, the forth will forfeit your left leg, and so and so on until your heart is mine and you are forever lost." A tinge of joy filled his sinister words.
'I can speak anything into being?'
"If you are willing to pay the price, yes."
'Can I change the rules?'
"Never."
'Can I wish for the two of you to fuse?'
"You wouldn't want that to happen, the universe would likely be devoured along with your soul. At least that's what I think, it has never occured before."
'Why give me a power I can't use?'
