The next day, I stood before Fate, Arantius, and a half-dozen other powerful remnants, from Emlica to Villie, explaining my offer to the demons. They listened with stone-cold silence, their stares growing darker and heavier with every word.
"And that's why I think they should come," I ended up whispering, lowering my head, unable to bear their weight any longer. I fidgeted, my tail rustling anxiously, as no one spoke. I finally glanced at Fate, my lower lip quivering. "Is it alright?"
I felt more that I was asking whether I was going to be alright after bringing such a proposition to them. But I found no comfort. Her eyes glittered with amusement, not anger or approval.
"A mortal asking to bring demons into a realm of divinity? How bold." The corner of her lip quirked in a smile. "I can't say I've heard of that happening, not from the Beginning to now."
"For good reason," Arantius said, scowling. At the ground, not me, but it felt like it.
