Jack looked down at the dark coin, feeling its cosmic weight.
This thing represented power over a deity, the ability to compel truth from a being who operated on scales mortals couldn't comprehend.
"Erebus's Coin?" Jack repeated slowly. "This token is bound specifically to him?"
The God of Death lowered his hand from his face, his burning eye sockets fixed on the Black Token with what could only be described as wary respect.
"Yes. That token creates a binding contract with Erebus. When you use it, and notice I said when, not if, because that thing will burn a hole in your pocket until you do. It will summon him. Doesn't matter where you are, doesn't matter what he's doing. The coin compels his presence and forces him to answer three questions truthfully."
"That sounds perfect," Jack said, his grip tightening on the token. "I can ask him why he tried to kill me, what his connection to Draven is, and..."
